"Haha, Zhang Shidi!"

  Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofans shoulder was heavily patted by someone.

  Zhang Xiaofans attention was all on Tian Linger, who was slowly walking away, and he didnt notice the situation around him at all. He couldnt help but jump back in fright, his whole body jumping to the side. When he turned to look, it was Zeng Shushu, whom he had just met that morning.

  Zeng Shus face was filled with a smile, his expression relaxed. He looked up and down at Zhang Xiaofan, then shifted his gaze to the little monkey Xiao Hui beside him.

  Xiao Hui looked at the extremely annoying guy who came running over again, and his expression became very unwilling. He made a ghostly face, turned around and jumped onto Da Huangs back, patted Da Huangs dog head once, and Da Huang glared at Zhang Xiao Fan and Zeng Shu Shu with its eyes wide open, barked twice, and ran away quickly.

  Zhang Xiaofan frowned and shouted: "Xiao Hui, come back, dont run around!"

  "Hey, dont be afraid, San Yan Ling Hou is very clever and wont run away."

  Zhang Xiaofan shrugged, turned his head around, and was about to talk to Zeng Shu when he suddenly felt a movement in his heart. He looked up and saw that Da Huang was carrying Xiao Hui running towards the kitchen. His heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed, "Ah, you damned monkey, youre at it again!"

  "What?"

  Zhang Xiaofan coughed dryly and laughed dryly, "N-nothing. Ah, right, Zeng Shixiong isnt participating in the tournament? How did you have time to come find me?"

  "Ah, Ive already finished what I was doing and had nothing better to do, so when I saw you here, I came over to say hello."

  Zhang Xiaofan was shocked and asked: "What? Youve already finished competing, whats the result?"

  Zeng Shu brushed his fan in his hand and swiped it on the black spot on his head, saying: "Hmph, accidentally won a game, heh heh."

  Zhang Xiaofan looked at him with a careless expression, not looking like he had just gone through a big fight, and asked cautiously: "Zeng Shixiong, could it be that your cultivation is very high?"

  "Ah, Zhang Shidi, what are you talking about? My little bit of cultivation is not even enough to show my face. If it werent for my dad constantly forcing me to cultivate, Id rather spend my days reading books and raising flowers and birds, thats the life! But anyway," he said, putting his hand on Zhang Xiaofans shoulder and walking forward with him, "I didnt expect that in this Seven Veins Great Trial, there would actually be someone even worse than me."

  Zhang Xiaofan bitterly smiled and said: "Im much worse than you!"

  Zeng Shu said, "Whats the point of being greedy? I wouldnt dare to imagine winning in the end. However, I am quite interested in that three-eyed monkey of yours, heh heh, Zhang Shidi, why dont you give it to me?"

  Zhang Xiaofan saw his sly face and immediately said: "Zeng Shixiong, dont have any ideas about my Little Gray!"

  "Then Ill use things to trade with you, you dont know, on the Wind Return Peak, Ive raised many interesting and strange things, such as three-legged rabbits, black and white peacocks, shell-less turtles, and winged snakes."

  "Really, there are so many strange things?"

  "Needless to say, Ive spent a lot of thought collecting these treasures and havent been spared from my dads scolding. But I just like this three-eyed spirit monkey, how about you? What do you want, Ill exchange it for you?"

  Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said, "No, Im raising Xiao Hui just because it has a destiny with me. Besides, you gave me those black and white rabbits, shell-less peacocks and whatnot."

  "Three-legged rabbit, black and white peacock, shell-less is turtle!"

  Zhang Xiaofan stuck out his tongue and said, "Oh, yeah, but Im not interested in those things, so I wont exchange them."

  Zeng Shu turned his eyes again, pulled Zhang Xiaofan to a secluded place, looked around cautiously, and said with a strange expression: "Zhang Shidi, Ill show you something good, do you like it?" He then took out a thick blue-covered book from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Xiaofan.

  Zhang Xiaofan took a look, but saw that there was not even a name on the book, and the cover was old and worn out. The style of the book seemed to be very cautious, with a pair of lively eyes constantly glancing around, and the originally clear face now looked somewhat strange and even sinister. It seems that this book is either recording an extraordinary skill or a rare solitary work.

  Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said, "Zeng Shixiong, I dont deserve such a precious book, and my talent is too poor to use it. Its also useless for me to take it, and I dont want to exchange it with Xiao Hui either. Youd better put it away."

  "Look first before you say anything, come on."

  Zhang Xiaofan looked at him with a strange expression and couldnt help but feel curious about the book. He flipped it open and was immediately stunned, his face turning red as he saw that the thick book not only contained a large amount of text but also many illustrations, all of which depicted men and women embracing and entwining, making it a spring palace painting book. Zhang Xiaofan had never seen anything like this before in his life, and the illustrations were so vivid and lifelike that he couldnt help but exclaim: "Zeng Shixiong, how did you come to have something like this?"

  "Shh!" Zeng Shu was startled, hastily snatched the book and hid it in his bosom, then cautiously looked around at the fellow disciples walking to and fro, glaring at Zhang Xiaofan, saying: "Dont be so loud."

  Zhang Xiaofan woke up with a start, but was still shaken and whispered: "Zeng Shixiong, how did you... uh, come to read this kind of book?"

  "Look at it again, Ill tell you, this is a rare book, and its said to be the only copy! I dont know how much effort I put into getting it, but I guarantee that after you read it, youll be able to charm all the women in the world. How about exchanging it for your little grey...?"

  "No way."

  "Neither this nor that works for you, then tell me what you want?"

  "I dont want anything."

  "Hey, whats wrong with you? Youre as dull as a wooden stake!"

  Zhang Xiaofan chuckled and didnt mind, but his gaze involuntarily drifted into the distance, where a beautiful figure appeared and disappeared among the white clouds.

  Zeng Shu closed the book with a determined heart, put it away properly, and suddenly opened the fan again with a "brush" sound. After fanning himself twice, he suddenly heard the distant sound of bells and drums ringing in unison, indicating that another trial was about to begin.

  Zeng Shu looked in that direction for a moment, suddenly smiled, pulled Zhang Xiaofan and said: "Lets go, Ill take you to see the most popular person in Qingyunmen this time."

  Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback and asked, "Who is it?" After a pause, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said, "Is it Qi Huan, the senior brother of Long Feng?"

  Zeng Shu exclaimed, looking at Zhang Xiaofan with a surprised expression, but still shook his head and said: "Qizongs cultivation is naturally very famous, but havent you heard that this time the most attention is focused on another person."

  "Who is it?"

  It seemed that Zeng Shu had already forgotten the dispute from earlier, with a smile all over his face. He said mysteriously, "Just follow me and youll know!" As he spoke, he pulled Zhang Xiaofan along, who was unable to resist, but couldnt help feeling curious about this so-called mysterious person, and followed him anyway.

  Zeng Shu led Zhang Xiaofan directly to the largest "Qian" platform among the eight platforms, Zhang Xiaofan followed behind him. Looking around, he saw that under the platform, the disciples of Qingyunmen were packed like a sea of people, with at least 400-500 people, mostly young male disciples.

  As they walked closer, the sound of murmurs grew louder, and all around were the enthusiastic discussions of the Qingyun disciples.

  "Xiao Zhu Feng has always been known for producing beautiful women, and I heard that this times Liu Xue Qi is even being hailed as the most outstanding beauty in 500 years!"

  "Thats nothing, that day I saw her in the Jade Clear Palace, she was truly stunning, oh my, who hit me on the head? Master?"

  An old man with a white beard scolded beside him: "You little rabbit, you are a cultivator, and you should be as calm as still water. Why are you still so infatuated with beauty? If you were to go on stage, wouldnt you just stare at that face and lose before even making a move?"

  "Yes."

  "Hmph, so Ive already told Shifu before, a beauty is a calamity. Our Qingyun Sect shouldnt have accepted female disciples."

  "Cough, Master Uncle, you are indeed wise and powerful, but isnt your voice a bit too loud?"

  "Whats wrong? Did I say something incorrect?" The old man with a white beard puffed out his chest and glared, his voice rising several pitches.

  "Not, not," those few young disciples hastily surrounded him, with a smile on their faces, and said in a low voice: "Master Shu, Master Water Moon is sitting inside."

  "Lowering his voice, the old man said, Hmph, if it werent for our shared sect, I would have..."

  All the disciples agreed in unison, praising Master Laos profound cultivation and broad-mindedness for not being petty with junior generations. Zeng Shu and Zhang Xiaofan exchanged a glance, and Zeng Shu shrugged his shoulders. Zhang Xiaofan whispered to him, "Is the person you mentioned Xiao Zhufengs senior sister?"

  Zeng Shu nodded and glanced at the stage, saying: "It hasnt started yet, youll know her fame later. However, sigh, there are really too many people here."

  As they spoke, the two of them wandered around, but still lingered on the periphery of the crowd. Inside, it was already packed to the brim with Qingyun disciples, so much so that not even a needle could be inserted. Zhang Xiaofans curiosity grew more and more, it seemed that this mysterious figure indeed had an overwhelming popularity, attracting such a large number of Qingyun disciples.

  "Its too late, there are no good spots left. I should have come here last night to line up."

  Zhang Xiaofan was shocked and hadnt spoken yet, when Zeng Shushu suddenly brightened up in front of him. He saw dozens of Fenghui Peak disciples standing ahead, who didnt say a word and pulled Zhang Xiaofan to rush forward. The Fenghui Peak disciples saw it was Zeng Shushu and smiled one after another. A tall man among them laughed and said: "Haha, youre late."

  Zeng Shu ignored him and pulled Zhang Xiaofan to squeeze inside. The disciples of Feng Hui Peak obviously treated Zeng Shushu very well, and they all made way for them, allowing Zhang Xiaofan to also squeeze in. Before long, the two of them entered the inner circle, where the view was indeed excellent. They saw seven or eight people sitting closest to the stage, including Qingyun Gates Master Daoxuan, Longfeng Peaks Cangsong Daoist, and Xiaozhu Peaks Shuimoye Dashi, all of whom were prominent figures in their respective sects. Behind them stood densely packed disciples of Qingyun, with the most eye-catching being the beautiful female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak standing behind Master Shuimoye. Zhang Xiaofan recognized Wen Mian among them, while the blue-clothed beauty from yesterdays drawing at Yuqing Hall was standing closest to Master Shuimoye, still as cold and elegant as ice, captivating countless gazes.

  "When you see none, its her." Zeng Shu Shu elbowed Zhang Xiao Fan and gestured for him to look at the woman in blue. Zhang Xiao Fan took a few more glances at the woman and said in a low voice, "Is she the big hot contender you were talking about?"

  Zeng: "Its not necessarily the case that shes popular, I heard that Xue Qi has only recently joined and her cultivation is hard to measure, but everyone says that if were talking about beauty, then it must be her!"

  Zhang Xiaofan frowned and said: "Zeng Shixiong, your drooling looks very obscene!"

  Zeng Shu said: "Cough cough, I...I have what? Hehe, you must be mistaken. Right, take a look at our fellow disciples around us?"

  Zhang Xiaofan looked around and saw that most of the young disciples eyes were on the beautiful women from Xiao Zhufeng, especially the blue-clothed woman, Xue Qi. However, it seemed like these beauties were already used to this kind of attention, each with a calm demeanor, and Xue Qi was expressionless, cold as ice, seemingly ignoring the male disciples behind her.

  Zeng Shu swallowed his saliva and whispered to Zhang Xiaofan, "Come to think of it, this is not surprising. In recent years, our Qingyun Gate has been recruiting young disciples on a large scale. Look around, there are at least three or four hundred people of our age group. Hehe, since our cultivation is not deep, we naturally become easily tempted."

  Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him sideways, and saw that Zeng Shushus originally delicate face now seemed to have changed in flavor. Thinking back to the book earlier, he felt as if there was a "lust" character written on Zeng Shushus forehead.

  Zeng: "Zhang, youre not looking at them but keep staring at me. Im the one whos compatible with you and thats why I pulled you over to take a look. By the way, which one of them do you think has the best figure?"

  Zhang Xiaofan immediately turned his head around and added a "wolf" character to the evaluation of Zeng Shushu in his heart.

  At this time, the originally noisy scene suddenly fell silent. Under the gaze of everyone, Xue Qi took a step forward and bowed to Master Shui Yue, who was sitting in a chair. Master Shui Yue nodded slightly and said, "Go."

  Xue Qi responded with a sound, adjusted her clothes, held the spell with her right hand, and gazed at the platform with her bright eyes. At this moment, the faint cloud of white jade stone slab under her feet suddenly gathered from all sides and rotated rapidly towards her. Soon, a white cloud formed under Xue Qis feet, and then she slowly rose into the air, floated to the middle of the sky, and moved onto the platform.

  The mountain wind blows, and the white cloud air drifts like the softest and most beautiful silk. Xue Qis clothes flutter, her skin as white as snow, her beauty unmatched, like a celestial maiden fallen to earth, evoking both love and reverence in ones heart.

  After a moment, the applause thundered from below, and Zhang Xiaofan was caught off guard. The roar of the crowd was so loud that his ears buzzed immediately, and he was shocked in his heart. He didnt expect Xue Qi to be so popular. But as he looked up at the beautiful figure in mid-air, he still couldnt help but feel excited and uncontrollable. Its hard to imagine that there is such a beautiful person in the world.

  The usually cold and unfeeling face of Shuizyue Master, who was sitting below the stage, also had a hint of a smile at this moment.

  After a moment, a young disciple appeared on the stage from nowhere (because no one noticed), with a square face and thick eyebrows, looking quite dignified. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he bowed to Snowy and said: "Sixth Sister, I am Fang, a disciple of Dragon Peak Sect. Today, I have the good fortune to engage in a friendly match with my sister, truly a blessing from three lifetimes!"

  "Hiss!" The hissing sound erupted from below the stage.

  Xue Qis face was expressionless as she said coldly in mid-air: "Elder Brother Fang is polite, I am Xue Qi, the 8th generation disciple of Zhú Jiān Peak. Today, I have come to ask for your guidance, Elder Brother Fang."

  Zhang Xiaofan stood below the stage, looking at Xue Qi who was suspended in mid-air like a fairy. Suddenly, his heart felt a pang of pain for no reason. Just a moment ago, Linger Shizi wasnt standing in mid-air with an ethereal elegance as well? In a daze, he looked over and found that Xue Qis figure seemed to overlap with Tian Lingers appearance.

  At this moment, Fang on the stage was still talking incessantly. Looking at his appearance, if he could keep talking like this without stopping until the end of time, it wouldnt matter to him. Fortunately, in this world, his opponents were in the majority. Before he could say two more sentences, countless people, including Zeng standing beside Zhang Xiaofan, asked: "Havent we started yet?"

  "Pervert!"

  "Chattering away like a woman! Oh, this is Xiao Zhufengs senior sister. Ah, what are you doing? Dont, I absolutely didnt mean anything else."

  "Right!"

  The final drumbeat of the decisive battle had finally sounded, and Liu Xueqis face turned cold as she stared straight at Fang. Fang felt a chill run down his spine as he met her icy gaze, and although Liu Xueqis beauty was still unmatched even with a cold expression, he didnt dare to make any more jokes. He quickly wiped the smile off his face, composed himself, and raised his right hand in a gesture, summoning a silver-white sword that appeared before him.

  Zhang Xiaofan furrowed his brow, and couldnt help but think of Qi Huans sword "Hàn Bīng" again. At this time, he heard someone beside him say: "The people of Longfeng have taken Qi Huan as their model, and they all like to cultivate this type of immortal sword."

  Zhang Xiaofans eyes sparkled as he looked around, but all he saw were peoples heads bobbing up and down. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnt find Qiao Huos figure, let alone the one person he most wanted to see yet least wanted to see at this moment.

  Where did they go? Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, a wave of sadness in his heart.

  Suddenly, Zeng Shu grabbed his arm and said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, look quickly, its starting."

  Zhang Xiaofan raised his eyes to look at the stage, only to see Fang Yiran holding up the Xianjian sword. The platform was suddenly filled with a chilling aura, but in Zhang Xiaofans eyes, it seemed that compared to Qi Huan when he fought against Tian Nanyi back then, Fang Yiran still had a gap in his mastery of the Cold Ice Xian technique.

  Looking at Xue Qi, she still stood expressionless on the floating clouds, watching Fang condense ice in front of her. It seemed that she had no intention of attacking. Behind her back, a sky-blue scabbard held a celestial sword. Although this sword couldnt merge with its master like most peoples swords, not one person from the Qing Yun Men, from those on stage to those below, dared to underestimate it.

  In the Cultivation of Truth, spiritual treasures often merge with their masters after prolonged cultivation, only to be summoned when needed, making them very convenient. However, some unusual treasures are too powerful for human bodies to handle and cannot achieve this state, forcing their masters to carry them at all times. These types of treasures are usually the most precious possessions of immortals, holding immense power that grows more astonishing as their masters cultivation deepens. The Azure Cloud Sects treasured "Slaying Immortal" ancient sword is one such example.

  At this moment, the platform was surrounded by a three-zhang radius of land, and the surface of the platform had already frozen with a thin layer of ice. Those who were close to the platform, such as Zhang Xiaofan and Zeng Shushu, felt a chill in the air. But looking at Xue Qi, who was still suspended in mid-air, she seemed unaffected by this, and was only coldly staring at Fang.

  Fang was singing a solo under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his sword flying about, and while it was tolerable to have hundreds of gazes from below the stage, Snowys gaze seemed even colder than the chill emitted by his own sword, piercing straight to his heart, leaving him with an almost helpless feeling.

  A hint of urgency flashed across his face, and with a swift motion of his right hand, the silver-white sword shot upwards towards Xue Qi, as he shouted: "Sixth Sister, be careful!"

  The crowd below the stage burst into laughter, and Fangs expression was as if he was afraid of hurting Xue Qi. The face of Cang Song Dao, who was sitting below the stage, looked quite unpleasant, and he let out a heavy hum.

  The humming sound with a hint of disdain fell into the ears of someone beside him, and immediately triggered a reaction: "Whats wrong, does Fellow Apprentice Cangsong seem somewhat dissatisfied?"

  Cang Song Dao Ren didnt turn his head and said calmly: "Shui Yue Shimei, the disciples under your gate are indeed exceptionally beautiful!"

  Shuǐ Yuè Dà Shīs face changed, and during this duel, Cāng Sōng Dào Rén didnt praise her disciples cultivation but instead complimented the beauty of the women present, clearly with a sarcastic tone. Shuǐ Yuè Dà Shī, being who she was, furrowed her brow and immediately said: "I also didnt know that among Qīng Yún Méns Zhēn Xiū Mén disciples, there were so many idle rascals and lechers."

  Cang Song Dao Ren was furious and just about to retort when Dao Xuan Zhen Ren, who was sitting between them, raised his hand with a smile: "Alright, alright, youre all several hundred years old, yet you still dare to quarrel in front of so many disciples without fear of losing face. Lets have a competition, lets have a competition."

  The two men grunted heavily and turned their heads away.

  The silver-white sword had already shot to the cloud under Xue Qis feet, Xue Qis face was cold and expressionless, nor did she see any movement, but the cloud under her feet carried her body back, however, Fangs sword was even faster, in the blink of an eye it had caught up, and the audience below suddenly burst into screams and sighs.

  Just at this moment, Xue Qi flipped her hand and took the treasure sword from behind her back. Her jade face was as pale as frost, but she didnt draw the sword out of its scabbard, instead using it to block in front of her with a blue glow.

  "Clang!"

  The crisp echo resounded far and wide over the square, very pleasant.

  The silver-white sword flew back, and the faces of Fang and the others changed drastically. Amidst the crowds astonishment, Xue Qi showed no hesitation, a faint blush crossing her pale face before she tossed out the sky-blue sword, scabbard and all, with her right hand. Her five fingers curled into a claw-like shape, grasping an invisible hilt, as the sky-blue sword suddenly radiated intense light in mid-air, its blue glow enveloping the entire massive arena, emitting a powerful aura that was clearly not of this world.

  He didnt dare to slack off, and as he looked up at the vast expanse of blue light rushing towards him, he was shocked in his heart. At the same time, he was even more furious that Xue Qi didnt even draw her sword, looking down on him like this. However, he continued to wield his own sword, and in an instant, three walls of ice condensed in front of him, emitting a faint chill.

  In mid-air, Xue Qis bright eyes shone like stars, her black clothes fluttering in the strong wind. Her beauty was breathtaking, captivating the hearts of all who saw her. Her lips seemed to be murmuring an incantation, but her face remained expressionless. As she gazed intently, everyones attention was drawn to the sword hovering in mid-air, which suddenly let out a deafening roar, like a fierce beast unleashed. The sound shook the earth, and in an instant, the blue light surged, the sword bursting forth like a dragon breaking free from the depths. Within a radius of several dozen feet, all the clouds were instantly dispersed, vanishing without a trace.

  Only in the midst of the blue light of the Ten Thousand Ways, in that deepest place where the blue was as boundless as the sky, the immortal sword flew in from the edge of the heavens, shooting forth with a fierce momentum, charging towards Fang, its force unmatched for the moment.

  His face was solemn, sweat dripping from his forehead, clearly shocked by the mighty power of Xue Qis blue sword. In an instant, the sword had already charged to his face.

  "Crack, crack, crack!"

  Among the stunned gazes of hundreds of Qingyun disciples, the three ice walls that had just condensed were like tofu, and that blue sword pierced through them as if they were nothing, shattering them into powder.

  Fang was greatly shocked, with his strength, he could have condensed more ice walls for defense, but in his original intention, three ice walls were already enough. Unexpectedly, the six Snow Qis were so profound, and that blue sword was unexpectedly fierce, and it arrived in front of him in an instant.

  At this critical moment, Fang barely steadied his mind, and the silver-white immortal sword emitted a glow, guarding in front of him, and raised a white light shield. After a brief moment, Xue Qis blue immortal sword had already collided with this white light shield.

  "Boom!"

  A deafening sound like thunder in the sky, rumbling and approaching, a huge and invisible shockwave centered on these two swords, rapidly spreading outwards. All the Qingyun disciples standing below suddenly felt a strong gust of wind hitting their faces, and their entire body involuntarily took a step back. The surrounding crowd also simultaneously expanded outward in unison.

  Everyones face changed color, shocked by the unprecedented mighty power of this immortal family treasure.

  After the astonishment of the past, everyones gaze returned to the stage, only to see that Xue Qi had already fallen onto the stage at some point, and the sword with its scabbard had flown back into her hand. The blue light and white light gradually dissipated, but everyone present saw Fangs face turn ashen.

  Only then did Fang slowly raise his head, pointing at Xue Qi, his voice inexplicably becoming hoarse, shouting: "You"

  Everyone was shocked and didnt know what had happened. Suddenly, the silver-white divine sword that had been suspended in front of Fangs body since earlier let out a few muffled sounds. Under the gaze of countless eyes, a crack suddenly appeared on the swords surface, which quickly expanded. In an instant, the divine sword let out a pained cry and "clanged" as it broke into two pieces, falling onto the stage.

  On and off stage, there was a moment of silence, everyone held their breath.

  What a long-cultivated immortal sword means to a cultivator of truth, on this sea of clouds, no one is unclear.

  "Ah", on the stage, a mouthful of blood spurted out, clutching his chest, his face showing pain, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, fainting.