Chapter 53 begins, I want to be the only one by my master's side.
Yin Lisheng was actually overthinking things; Fu Yunshu smiled simply because Lu Yanci happened to mention him.
A quarter of an hour ago, Lu Yanci arrived at the floating platform of Qingyuan Sect.
"Immortal Venerable Huaiwei." His voice was gentle, like the warm sunshine of spring, rippling outwards.
Fu Yunshu and the others looked up and, seeing that it was Lu Yanci, stood up and greeted each other.
"It seems you've never been to the Immortal Sect Grand Competition before." Lu Yanci had a faint smile on his lips.
“Aren’t you the same?” Fu Yunshu glanced at him. “In fact, I came here more than a thousand years ago.”
Fu Yunshu vaguely remembered that in one of his previous lives he was reborn very early. At that time, he was just a teenager and should have participated in the Immortal Sect Competition.
"I forgot about that." Lu Yanci's expression remained unchanged as he found a seat and slowly sat down.
Fu Yunshu stared intently at him until she saw Lu Yanci safely seated before looking away.
“Immortal Venerable, there’s no need to worry,” Lu Yanci said slowly and gracefully as he brushed off non-existent dust from his body.
"Although Yanci is blind, his heart is not."
"Lord Lu's appearance is too deceptive," Fu Yunshu replied calmly.
Upon hearing this, Lu Yanci's lips curled slightly, his smile growing even wider. "I've heard that the Immortal Venerable's disciple is also participating in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition this time."
Following his words, Fu Yunshu turned her gaze to a familiar figure in the crowd, then turned her head, her eyes crinkling, and said, "Yes."
Lu Yanci's smile deepened as he pulled a compass from his robes.
"I have come here to present a gift to the Immortal Venerable, and to congratulate the Immortal Venerable on reaching the Great Ascension stage."
Fu Yunshu didn't take it, instinctively declining, "No need, I..."
"Immortal Venerable, please accept this," Lu Yanci said, stuffing the compass directly into Fu Yunshu's arms. "You'll find it useful someday."
After saying that, he got up and left, but stopped again when he passed Song Wenzhuo.
“Master Song,” Lu Yanci said cryptically, “you haven’t come to me for that kind of thing for thirty years. I’m feeling a little lonely.”
Song Wenzhuo stiffened, ignoring Gu Zhinan's probing gaze, and said awkwardly, "Didn't you always hope that I wouldn't come looking for you?"
“That’s true.” Lu Yanci covered his mouth and left, letting out a soft laugh, leaving the three people with different thoughts behind.
Fu Yunshu played with the compass for a while, but couldn't find anything wrong with it, so he had to put it away.
He had no idea what Lu Yanci was there for; he really couldn't understand this person at all.
When Fu Yunshu looked up, he noticed that the atmosphere between Song Wenzhuo and Gu Zhinan next to him was a bit strange.
Fu Yunshu blinked and quickly looked away, letting the young people make their own fuss.
He looked around listlessly and noticed that only one person was missing from the main seat of the Ji family's floating platform.
"Didn't Ji Yuanbai come?"
Song Wenzhu shook his head, a hint of doubt in his expression: "I don't know, but since there's an empty seat, they should be coming."
Fu Yunshu didn't ask any more questions, but instead propped his head up with his hand and stared blankly at the opposite side.
What is Shi Jin doing? Why hasn't he started yet? This is so boring...
Unlike Fu Yunshu's boredom, Yin Lisheng was restless at the moment.
Master smiled at Lu Yanci; Master accepted Lu Yanci's gift; Master was still gazing intently at Lu Yanci.
These scenes were like sharp daggers, piercing straight into Yin Lisheng's heart. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and asked Yin Simiao beside him in a low voice, "Brother Simiao, what kind of person is Lu Yanci?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Simiao raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice, saying, "Sect Master Lu... The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has always been mysterious. Its disciples rarely venture out, and they never participated in the previous Immortal Sect Competitions, let alone this Pavilion Master. Like Immortal Venerable Huaiwei, he rarely shows his face. Rumor has it that he was born blind, yet he can glimpse the secrets of heaven and deduce destiny. His cultivation is also remarkable, but..."
He paused, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "This Pavilion Master has a very eccentric personality and rarely makes friends with others. It's quite rare that he took the initiative to come and find Immortal Venerable Huaiwei today."
Yin Lisheng pursed his lips, and the bitterness in his heart grew stronger as he recalled the scene just now. He said in a low voice, "Master seems to be very familiar with him."
Only then did he realize how despicable he was. He said that as long as he could stay by his master's side, that would be enough, but when someone else actually appeared by his master's side, Yin Lisheng realized that the flames of jealousy had already consumed him.
He thought darkly, "I want to be the only one by my master's side."
Yin Simiao chuckled and patted his shoulder to comfort him, saying, "Immortal Venerable Huaiwei has lived for over a thousand years, so it's not surprising that he knows a few important figures. Moreover, Pavilion Master Lu is the only cultivator at the same Mahayana stage as him. The two of you should have a lot in common when it comes to cultivation, so it's normal for you to be a little familiar with each other."
The two didn't have a chance to continue their conversation because Shi Jin spoke up.
"The Immortal Sect Competition officially begins!"
Shi Jin's voice resounded like a bell above the martial arts arena. He stood in the center of the Nine Yang Sect's floating platform, his black gold sect leader robe gleaming in the sunlight. His gaze swept over the disciples of various sects below, and his tone carried a hint of arrogance: "This year's competition is hosted by my Nine Yang Sect."
Yin Simiao rolled her eyes. "It just so happens that it's the Nine Yang Sect's turn. What's he so proud of?"
Qiu Nan and Yan Shuang nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
"This competition is divided into two stages: individual battles and sect battles."
"Disciples at the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul stages will compete in different venues, with opponents randomly assigned by drawing lots," Shi Jin's voice continued.
"The Immortal Cultivation Grand Competition has existed for tens of thousands of years, witnessing the rise and fall of the cultivation world. Each grand competition..."
Qiu Nan yawned, "This Sect Master Shi's words are just too sleep-inducing."
Yin Simiao was also feeling drowsy. "No, in the last session, Palace Master Qin only said no more than ten sentences. How come Sect Master Shi is giving such a long speech!"
Duan Xuan, who was lying on Chu Yu's back, chimed in, "It's probably because my master is lazy."
The Qingyuan Sect members: "..."
Fu Yunshu squinted, propping his chin up with his head, feeling sleepy. He looked at Shi Jin, wondering if he was getting old, since young people these days were all so energetic.
Fu Yunshu glanced briefly at the group of younger kids below and confirmed it.
It's not that he's old; it's simply a problem with Shi Jin.
After an unknown amount of time, Shi Jin finally finished his long speech, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
This is so frustrating!
Yin Lisheng is currently at the Golden Core stage, so he was naturally assigned to the Golden Core stage training area. Yin Simiao and Yu Jiangheng are at the Nascent Soul stage, while Yan Shuangwan and Qiu Nan are at the Golden Core stage, just like him.
"Everyone, please enter your respective competition areas!"
At Shi Jin's command, the disciples from each sect headed towards their respective areas.
"Good luck, Grand Uncle, Junior Sister Yan, Junior Brother Qiu!" Yin Simiao waved to the group and headed towards the Nascent Soul stage competition area.
Yu Jiangheng nodded to the three of them, "Do your best, and don't get hurt."
Yin Lisheng nodded, took a deep breath to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind, and walked towards the Golden Core stage training ground.
The arena for the Golden Core stage competition is located on the east side of the martial arts arena, with a huge arena standing in the center.
He drew a lot at the entrance, and it said "one".
Yin Lisheng's lips twitched; this luck was truly something else. He raised his hand and held up the fortune slip towards Fu Yunshu.
The cultivator had sharp ears and eyes, and even from such a distance, Fu Yunshu could clearly see the numbers on it.
Fu Yunshu nodded at him, silently saying something.
Yin Lisheng recognized his lip movements—"I believe you."
He immediately shook off the gloom in his heart and laughed happily.
"Junior Uncle is going first," Song Wenzhuo also saw Yin Lisheng's fortune slip, "Who is his opponent?"
An elder from the Nine Yang Sect spoke up at this moment, "The first match will be between Yin Lisheng, a disciple of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei of the Qingyuan Sect, and—"
The elder paused strangely for a moment, then continued, "Lu Mimi, a disciple of Lu Yanci of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion."
A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and the laughter grew even louder when the two walked onto the stage.
Although Lu Mimi's name is cute, she is actually a burly man who is nine feet tall and has dark skin.
Even Song Wenzhuo couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't help but glance at Gu Zhinan and ask, "Gu Xiaoniu, why aren't you laughing?"
Gu Zhinan maintained his cold expression.
Song Wenzhuo raised an eyebrow and, using the cover of his wide sleeves, gently hooked Gu Zhinan's little finger.
Gu Zhinan's eyes darkened, and he pressed his gaze against him, as if something was churning within them.
Fu Yunshu only regretted that his hearing was too good and his spiritual sense too strong. Did these two children really think he hadn't noticed?
He felt a little lost. Those few words back then were indeed a way to woo someone. Could it be considered that he personally delivered Song Wenzhuo to Gu Zhinan's bed?
Fu Yunshu shook his head, banishing the strange thoughts from his mind, and focused on watching Yin Lisheng's match.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that Yin Lisheng's expression was unusually serious.
Yin Lisheng stared intently at Lu Mimi across from him, not daring to relax.
Lu Yanci's apprentice? He absolutely cannot lose this match.
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Song Wenzhuo and the others went to Jiuyang Sect. There was nothing much going on in the sect recently, and Wen Xun had nothing better to do, so he thought he would rearrange the array of Fufeng.
He later learned that his junior uncle had gotten the answer so quickly by buying the information from Ye Xiuzhu's good disciple, Yang Huaimu. Wen Xun even went to Ye Xiuzhu to demand an explanation, and then happily received fifty high-grade spirit stones as an apology from Yang Huaimu.
However, Fu Feng's formation has remained unchanged for so many years that it is almost common knowledge. Now, taking advantage of the fact that there are fewer people around, he plans to do something different.
That day, Wen Xun set up an array on Fu Peak as usual, and then...
He turned around and quickly threw out several talismans. After a series of crackling sounds, a figure emerged from the smoke.
"Little Xunxun, it's been years since I've seen you, but you're still as ruthless as ever."
The newcomer wore a long black robe, the lapels slightly open, revealing a hint of his muscular chest. A string of jingling copper bells hung from his waist, making a crisp sound with each step he took.
His handsome face had a touch of roguish charm. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and a cynical smile played on his lips. His fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, as if hooked, staring intently at Wen Xun.
Wen Xun frowned slightly, not putting away the talisman in his hand, and said coldly, "Lin Shuyue, what are you doing here?"
Lin Shuyue chuckled, raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs on his forehead, and said lazily, "What, Fu Feng doesn't welcome me? We're old acquaintances, after all. Your attitude is really disheartening."
Wen Xun snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of ferocity: "I have already taken those two teenagers as my disciples. You don't need to worry about their safety. Our grudges are settled. Don't come to Fu Peak again."
Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in Lin Shuyue's eyes, but he quickly regained his nonchalant demeanor. He slowly approached Wen Xun, raising his hand to put it on his shoulder, but Wen Xun dodged to the side.
"Xiao Xunxun, after all these years, you're still so wary of me." Lin Shuyue sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness. "I'm here on important business this time."
Wen Xun scoffed, "What important business could you possibly have?"
"Is having a clue about the Mirror Moon Flower considered important?"
Wen Xun was stunned. Back then, Gu Yuan went out to train, and when he returned, he not only lost all his memories of the training, but also insisted on changing his name. In recent years, he has been searching for the Mirror Moon Flower to refine the Nine-Turn Condensation Pill.
Seeing him grow more and more silent each year, not only Song Wenzhuo, but also the others felt the same way.
Wen Xun would be willing to grant Gu Zhinan's wish, but...
"What are your conditions?" Wen Xun looked up at Lin Shuyue.
Lin Shuyue felt a pang of sadness. No matter how many years had passed, Wen Xun would always care most about his grandmaster Huaiwei Immortal Venerable and his fellow disciples, and would never give himself any place.
"Sleep with me and I'll tell you."
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Author's Note: Thank you all for your understanding and comfort. Updates will be delayed until after 11 PM for the next few days. I'll resume that schedule after my father is discharged from the hospital. Please take care of your health! [heart emoji]
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