Why isn't Xuanyuan Zhao with you?

"He... the young master has some important matters to attend to and has already left. I'll take you to him."

Jia Weiwu pulled her along, but when he turned around, he saw green vines that looked like giant snakes, twisting their bodies in the air.

Before he could react, his head was instantly pierced, and a pool of black liquid flowed from the wound.

His body then burst into flames, turning into a small clump of black ash.

The mental cultivation method left behind by the old man was indeed miraculous. According to him, in the later stages of cultivation, one could absorb another person's spiritual power through physical contact.

Although Lin Zhenzhen is not yet proficient in using it, she can at least sense the other party's spiritual root attributes through this method.

She knew that Wei Wu had a wind spirit root, so the imposter was exposed the moment he touched her wrist.

"Puppetry?" There are many kinds of puppetry. A technique like this, which adds an illusion to a puppet, should be something only a puppeteer can do.

Lin Zhenzhen squatted down and gently dabbed a little powder with her finger.

"Miss Ling." Wei Wu walked over from a distance, carrying a cloth bag containing several meat buns. "Let's set off once you're ready."

Lin Zhenzhen took the steamed bun with a natural expression and casually stroked the back of his hand.

Yes, wind spirit root, and meat buns, this time it's really true.

Wei Wu stared at her with wide eyes, horrified.

I feel like I've been harassed by the young master's woman, but I have no evidence. What should I do?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"

Wei Wu steeled himself and picked up Lin Zhenzhen, moving at lightning speed, inevitably touching her in the process.

In the early stages of cultivating the mental technique, Lin Zhenzhen could not actively choose whether to absorb it. Therefore, she felt a faint spiritual energy seeping into her body through the skin where the two were in contact.

"Could you move your hand a little? You're touching me."

Wei Wu shouted as if his hair had been blown off: "I didn't touch her! Do you think I wanted to?!" With that, he threw Lin Zhenzhen off him.

"You really don't know what's good for you." Lin Zhenzhen stood up and dusted herself off.

It's just that she couldn't bear to do it because your spiritual power is so weak. If it were Xuan Yuanzhao, she wouldn't have been so polite to him.

The two arrived at the Spirit Refining Conference.

A large crowd of onlookers had gathered below the stage, many of whom were there specifically to see Lin Zhenzhen.

As Wei Wu walked, he explained, "After all, the young master never teamed up with anyone before, especially since you are a woman."

Lin Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow and retorted, "What's wrong with women? Women hold up half the sky."

As she spoke, someone nearby recognized her.

"Isn't this the one who held the hair ornament that night when Yueying was there?"

"Is it her? It seems that the one who rushed up the city wall that night to grab the hairpin was indeed Xuanyuan Zhao. Indeed, in the current cultivation world, only he has reached such a level of skill."

"The young girl took off her mask that night, it seems their wedding is imminent. Who was it that spread the rumor that they broke off the engagement? They really had no good intentions."

It seems that gossip is human nature, and the cultivation world is no exception.

Lin Zhenzhen followed Wei Wu into a room.

Xuanyuan Zhao was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, resting. The brown scar near his mouth was particularly noticeable in the sunlight.

The moment they entered, Xuanyuan Zhao opened his eyes.

Those dark eyes seemed to be filled with ice, and his face was terribly sour.

Lin Zhenzhen knew something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Huang Rongjue's cultivation has improved." Xuan Yuanzhao smirked, his eyes darkening. "The tribulation that came last night has now made him a first-stage Spirit Saint."

"How is that possible?" Xuan Yuanzhao's cultivation speed can be described as abnormal. Even he stayed at the Spirit Emperor stage for a full fourteen years.

How long has Huang Rongjue been a Spirit Emperor? Only three months? How come his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds during this short period of time?

[Little Pig, I'm the only transmigrated host in this world, right?]

The system confidently assured: "Of course! After all, we don't need a man to go through the process of winning over the male lead!"

"How did he do that?" Lin Zhenzhen couldn't understand. "That's just too incredible."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanzhao's temple throbbed.

The title of "Number One Genius of the Xuan Tian Continent" has been associated with him for far too many years. He will not allow anyone to challenge his position.

Xuanyuan Zhao stood up, sneered, and said, "No matter what his cultivation level is, he can't possibly beat me."

Lin Zhenzhen thought for a moment and then recounted how she had almost been taken away. She held out her finger, which still had a little bit of ash on it.

“They’re from the Western Phoenix royal family.” Xuan Yuanzhao gritted his teeth. “They actually dared to set their sights on you. How utterly despicable.”

Duel arena.

Considering that a duel between two spiritual saints would certainly produce immeasurable destructive power, the organizers specially set up a huge barrier to confine the activities of both sides within the barrier.

With the sound of a gong, both sides entered the arena.

Lin Zhenzhen followed behind Xuan Yuanzhao and saw a figure on a high place waving in their direction.

Lin Zhenzhen deliberately turned her head away to avoid that gaze. Although she hadn't heard clearly what the old man had mentioned about the taboo, it was probably related to the Sun Spiritual Root. Therefore, Lin Zhenzhen planned to avoid dealing with Xuan Kang as much as possible in the future.

Seated on the high platform were the elders of the Spirit Alliance Assembly, with the Alliance Leader Xuan Kang in the very center.

Typically, the leader of the alliance is responsible for announcing the results of the competition, while the elders act as judges, responsible for supervising whether the contestants have violated the rules.

But when Huang Rongjue proposed signing a life-and-death contract before the competition, they gained another identity: witnesses.

"What, is Young Master Xuanyuan afraid of losing, or afraid of dying?" Huang Rongjue covered her mouth with her fan, her smile sly.

Compared to the last time we met, he looked much less energetic. The way he covered his mouth and laughed with those huge dark circles under his eyes looked really sleazy.

"Could it be that the Ninth Prince's vital energy has been drained by a fox spirit? He looks so weak and feeble."

Lin Zhenzhen was just whispering to Xuan Yuanzhao when she unexpectedly found a megaphone flower right next to her feet.

This joke was amplified and spread.

For a time, the entire venue was filled with the words "kidney deficiency," which echoed continuously from afar through the valley.

"You're courting death!" Huang Rongjue's face twisted and became ugly with rage, and the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, raising clouds of dust.

Xuanyuan Zhao immediately stepped forward to protect Lin Zhenzhen, and at the same time released a powerful spiritual pressure, which gradually calmed the tremors on the ground.

"Ahem, Ninth Prince." Lin Zhenzhen tilted her head, revealing a pair of round eyes. "Don't be angry. That was just a question. The innocent will clear themselves."

"Enough nonsense! Xuanyuan Zhao, are you going to sign this life-and-death contract or not?"

Xuanyuan Zhao, his face grim, curled the corners of his lips and replied, "This will be the worst decision you've ever made."