Chapter 2: The Great Competition (I) Everyone Loves My Junior Brother

The Immortal Sect’s Great Competition is held every fifty years, and each competition lasts for seven days. The top three disciples at the foundation building, golden elixir, and Nascent Soul stages compete with each other, mainly in friendly matches, to add some fun to the boring life of cultivation. For

the three stages above the Nascent Soul stage, fighting is not allowed, otherwise the field will be destroyed.

There is fun every year, but this year there is more.

On the mountain road, five or six disciples from other sects were chattering and chewing on the gossip they had just heard.

"It is said that Chao Jianxue took the initiative, and Mo Zezhi also had no intention..."

"Don't listen to their nonsense from the Tianyao Sect. I have heard that Mo Zezhi has a problem with his character. How can Chao Jianxue, that fool, beat him?"

"But on the first day, I did see Chao Jianxue talking to him, and he was laughing happily."

"The same is true for the Wuwei Sect. Why don't you ask disciples to watch over him..."

Before he could say anything more, the man was suddenly pulled on the sleeve by someone next to him, and his eyes signaled him to look forward.

A man was walking slowly in front of them on the winding stone steps. In the morning light, he was carrying a silver sword. The pattern on the scabbard was not clear, only the jade lotus tassel hanging from the handle was eye-catching.

He seemed to have just returned from the mountain. He was not wearing the school uniform of the Xian Sect. He was wearing a sleeveless double-breasted outer robe with a sky-blue satin pattern, and a light-colored narrow sleeve inside, like the water washing the sky, connecting with the cloudless sky.

When they saw him, several people felt some kind of invisible oppression from behind and could not help but keep silent.

Several people had seen the album of the list of newcomers of the Xian Sect. Just by looking at the sword with the jade lotus, they recognized that he was Yu Wei.

There were people betting on the top candidate of each level. Half of the people who had the Nascent Soul cultivation this time bet on this closed junior brother of the Wuwei Xian Sect Fuxian Mountain.

No matter what, it was not a good thing to talk about his senior brother in front of Yu Wei. The

hearing of the immortal cultivators was good, and Yu Wei must have heard everything just now.

A few people were embarrassed, quickened their pace, bowed their heads and hurried past him.

"Fellow practitioners, wait a minute."

A clear voice came, and they had to stop and look back awkwardly.

Yu Wei was calm and gentle, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his tone was cold.

"I heard that Suxin Sect attaches great importance to cultivating the mind. I have a question that I would like to ask you to solve. Should we cultivate our mouths first when cultivating our minds?"

Several people were disciples of Suxin Sect in the foundation-building stage. At this time, their faces were dull, and they recited a sect motto: "Don't talk about idle things, don't disturb your idle mind..."

Yu Wei nodded kindly: "I will teach you."

Several people did not dare to look at him again, and quickly slipped away. When they

reached Fuxian Mountain, the two senior brothers and sisters Nanshan and Qiushui came up.

"Little Junior Brother, you are finally back! Is the exorcism going well? Do you know that something big happened last night!"

Seeing them, Yu Wei was still polite and nodded slightly: "I heard about it."

"Oh, this is what happened--" Nanshan told the whole story.

After hearing this, Yu Wei pondered for a moment and said, "Big Brother, you've suffered."

Nanshan waved his hand and said, "He actually dared to let outsiders in in the middle of the night. What if a demon was let in? You and I will both suffer!"

This was full of disdain and blame. Chao Jianxue had really caused them a lot of trouble.

Senior Sister Qiushui said, "Fortunately, nothing happened this time. Chao Jianxue made a mistake, but that Mo Zezhi really deserved to die. Did you hear anyone gossiping when you went up the mountain? It was all this guy who spread it himself, ugh!"

Yu Wei half-closed his eyes and looked at the bamboo basket in his senior brother's hand.

"What is this?"

Nanshan smiled and stuffed the bamboo basket to him. Yu Wei lifted the cotton cloth on it and saw that it was the medicinal orange cultivated by Wen Yaolu, but it was not fully mature yet.

"Chao Jianxue's spiritual veins, heart and lungs are damaged this time, and it just so happens that we picked some medicinal fruits a few days ago to test the medicine. These oranges are best when they are half-ripe. You are going to report to the master, so please bring them to us on the way."

Is he kind?

Looking at Nanshan's mischievous face, it doesn't seem like it.

Yu Wei picked up one and smelled it. Sure enough, this medicinal orange tasted bitter and must be so sour that it would make people's teeth ache.

He said, "Big Brother is always picky about food, he definitely can't eat it, are you sure you want to give him this?"

Nanshan crossed his arms and said, "With Master here, how dare he not eat? He acts like Big Brother in front of us, but he's just an obedient and timid cat in front of Master! I just want to avenge him for adding stones to my food last month! You just said that we sent it to him to help him recover, so what's wrong with it being a little sour? Master used to hate him the most for being picky about food!"

Facing the childish behavior of the second senior brother, Yu Wei disapproved and said, "Brother, it's wrong to eat secretly during the fasting period."

Nanshan pushed him from behind, smiling and muttering, "Yes, yes, Junior Brother is rigorous, Junior Brother is strict with himself, Junior Brother, go quickly!"

Yu Wei was pushed forward a few steps by him, closed the cotton cloth silently, and walked on the path to Qingxuezhu.

He had never come here on his own initiative, and thinking about the oranges in his hand, they must be so sour that his teeth must ache, the second senior brother is really childish.

But Yu Wei had no intention of exchanging gifts. Whether Chao Jianxue ate it or not, or whether he was jealous or not, it didn't matter to him.

He didn't have a good impression of this senior brother. When he saw him, he always had a hateful look on his face. He didn't know what he did wrong to offend him, so he just ignored him. He

was just an insignificant person.

-When

he saw Qingxuezhu, he saw that the door was not closed yet, and a man was lazily lying on a rocking chair in the yard to bask in the sun.

He was wearing loose clothes, looking like a young man in leisure. His pale face yesterday became much rosier, and he looked like a living person.

From early morning to noon, Chao Jianxue's bones were sunburned, and the pain and numbness in his whole body finally eased. He finally felt a little strange power flowing in his body.

Is this cultivation?

Is this the world of cultivation?

Chao Jianxue is very much looking forward to his future.

Through the effort of cultivation, he sorted out the current situation. If there is anyone who should be held tightly now, it is undoubtedly Master Mu Yuan and adoptive father Qishan Zhenjun.

The latter is a mysterious dragon that is hard to find, but every time he appears, he will sprinkle countless spiritual tools and medicines on him, making Chao Jianxue willing to call him "Dad".

"Jianxue." Mu Yuan finally finished his official business and called him in the house, "Come in, your master will check your spiritual veins again."

Chao Jianxue said "Hey" and stood up neatly, but he stood up too quickly, and his eyes went black. He staggered to the side for a few steps, and before he could stand firmly, his arm was suddenly supported.

"Thank you--" He looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes with pointed corners, and his expression was a little stiff.

The person who supported him was Yu Wei.

If you ask who the original owner hates the most, it must be this face.

Yu Wei, the little junior brother who is loved by everyone and flowers bloom when he sees him.

Logically speaking, Yu Wei has always been emotionally stable and smiles at everyone. The original owner shouldn't hate him so much. But who made everyone always compare Chao Jianxue with Yu Wei, comparing a idiot with a genius, and the idiot can only be dragged down.

Hearing so much slander, the original owner wanted to vent his anger, but Yu Wei was so stable that he seemed to ignore the original owner's intentional opposition, and the original owner hated him more and more. It

was just like when you were a child and always heard your parents praise the kid next door, but you thought the kid next door was just a piece of shit.

Chao Jianxue, who inherited the original owner's memory, must have had a bad impression of Yu Wei.

He instinctively avoided Yu Wei's hand and called out cautiously, "Junior Brother."

Fortunately, Mu Yuan heard the noise and walked out of the house in time, asking Yu Wei, "You are here, were you delayed on the way? Why did you arrive only now?"

Yu Wei lowered his eyes and said, "My original clothes were stained with demon blood. It's not good to wear dirty clothes to meet the master, so I went to change."

Chao Jianxue looked at it from the side. It was indeed the cobalt and moon-white Wuwei Sect school uniform, with sword shadows embroidered on the hem. He tightened his collar and straightened his sleeves. Why didn't he look like a cultivator when he wore it like Yu Wei did?

It is said that the sects that cultivate immortality really like to wear this kind of light-colored clothes to show their righteousness, and they also rely on the convenience of washing techniques.

Mu Yuan said kindly: "These are all trivial matters. There is no need to be so polite in the future."

Chao Jianxue complained in his heart: "That's right, you don't look like you don't know the washing technique, and you went back to change clothes. Why do you deliberately show respect for your teacher here?"

Yu Wei said again: "Reporting to the master, the disciple has properly dealt with the demon corpse, and everything is ready."

Mu Yuan nodded: "I have always trusted you to do things. Starting tomorrow, the disciples of the Nascent Soul stage will compete. You should go back and have a good rest. What's in your hand?"

Yu Wei paused and glanced at Chao Jianxue. The latter was confused by his look, and then he heard him say: "I heard that the eldest brother's spiritual power was damaged, so I brought some medicinal fruits on the way to help the eldest brother recover."

The basket of medicinal fruits was sent into Qingxue's house.

After Mu Yuan rechecked Chao Jianxue's spiritual veins, he sighed and said, "It's okay, but don't trust anyone outside the Wuwei Sect in the future, understand?"

Chao Jianxue nodded obediently.

Before leaving, Mu Yuan said, "I will fight for justice for you in the Tianyao Sect, at least let Mo Zezhi apologize to you." Chao

Jianxue nodded again.

At first glance, there was no difference from before, but Mu Yuan inexplicably felt that his cheap disciple's expression looked smarter than before. Was it because of the ponytail? As soon as

Mu Yuan left, Chao Jianxue immediately fell on the bed and rolled twice.

Although she still had a sickly body, this was a world of immortal cultivation, and nothing was impossible. Chao Jianxue patted his face and silently calculated how to make Mo Zezhi pay the price.

He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a golden armlet with three rings on his upper arm.

This is a top-grade spiritual weapon given by Qishan, which can be used as a weapon or a storage device.

Chao Jianxue pinched his fingers and waved, and all kinds of magic tools and treasures in the storage space fell all over the bed, shining with precious light and floating with spiritual power.

He searched through them and found a few magic tools that could be used to fight people across levels.

Mo Zezhi was in the Nascent Soul stage. He remembered the lottery list. The next day, Yu Wei would fight against him. It was unknown who was stronger between the two.

Thinking of Yu Wei, his eyes fell on the basket of medicinal fruits on the table.

He even sent medicinal fruits to him specially. Could it be that he was mean-spirited?

Chao Jianxue opened it curiously and saw some things that looked like figs, brown-red in color. He picked one up, peeled the skin and put it in his mouth to chew.

Ugh -

so sweet, so sweet that it burned his throat, and so sweet that it made him cough loudly!

He took a few gulps of water.

Putting down the kettle, he threw away the remaining fruits.

The original owner did do stupid things because his mind was not clear.

What do you mean by stealing the spirit weapon of the junior brother in order to get the attention of the master? What do you mean by breaking into the secret realm of cultivation to prove that you are not bad and causing their cultivation to fail?

Wen Yaolu has other delicious medicinal fruits. Sure enough, these junior brothers and sisters are not good people and are happy to take the opportunity to make him unhappy.

Chao Jianxue thought of Yu Wei's cold face.

He said that this person was pretending.

On the other side, Yu Wei returned to his elegant residence. A green bird fell lightly from the roof, called to him a few times, and curiously jumped around the bamboo basket on the table.

Yu Wei restrainedly touched its feathers with his fingers and said, "I took the original sweet fruit. If you are healed, fly away quickly."

The bird looked at him with round eyes and tried to jump on his fingers again, but Yu Wei brushed it away.

"I let you in here to let you recover from your injuries. Go quickly."

The birds and beasts here are all spiritual. The bird no longer lingered and flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

Yu Wei sat down to clean his sword, holding the tassel in his palm, a soft silk ribbon.

He suddenly remembered the snow in the morning when he went up the mountain.

It seemed different from before. She closed her eyes and smiled. Her slightly curly black hair and messy silver sleeves were folded together. It

was as white and bright as falling snow.

For some reason, he did not go forward. Instead, he came back to get the sweet fruit that was left in the house.

The sweet medicinal fruit he picked before going down the mountain to fight the demons also has efficacy, which should be better than these sour oranges.