The woman before him possessed a face of icy yet breathtaking beauty, a tall and graceful figure, standing with perfect posture. Her long legs and her heroic bearing radiated the aura of a flawless, aloof older sister.
This image perfectly embodied every cultivator's definition of a female knight-errant.
She was too perfect.
Love at first sight.
She was the one for him.
Xi Renyuanjun felt increasingly uncomfortable under Xiao Jin's fervent gaze, as if sitting on pins and needles. Realizing it was a bit disgusting, she cast a cold glance at him.
It's love, and I can't escape this look…
That single glance almost cost Xiao Jin half his life.
"Her name is Xi Renyuanjun, you can get to know her."
Wan Lei covered his mouth and smirked, excited at the thought of seeing Xiao Jin embarrassed.
"Xi Renyuanjun, half for cultivation, half for you… hiss, what a beautiful name…"
Xiao Jin murmured to himself, then suddenly coughed dryly, adjusted his demeanor, and smiled,
"Hello, Miss Yuanjun. I am Jin Pinglai…"
"Scram."
"…"
Seeing Xi Renyuanjun's frosty, distant demeanor, Xiao Jin flinched and quickly retreated.
He never would have imagined that this noble, ice-cold, older sister figure was actually a shy…
"Don't underestimate others, Wan Xiaolei, we will defeat you!"
Han Xiaoyun glared.
"We will defeat you."
Bao Bao echoed, waving his small fists.
"Enough talk, I'm going for first place, you guys do as you please."
Xia Yubing said with a pretentious, faint tone.
"Take first place!"
Bao Bao seconded.
"Someone's bragging again."
Wan Qianxin sneered.
"Bragging again."
"Bao Bao, can't you have your own opinion?"
"Have my own… huh?"
"Let's begin, we're waiting to see the show."
Wan Lei announced with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the four youngsters shot up the stairs like arrows, their movements swift and effortless on the steep steps, immediately leaving Dada and the other two behind.
"We're not in a hurry, let's take our time."
Dada chuckled honestly.
"Then why are you running so fast? Wait up!"
Buzhihuo Qingwu shouted loudly.
Dada also charged ahead.
Qingwu and Huofeng exchanged glances. The two plastic best friends wouldn't concede to each other. If they couldn't get first place, they certainly wouldn't be last.
All seven of them strained to climb, the surrounding crowd cheering loudly with all sorts of shouts.
"Son of the Golden Immortal Venerable, keep it up! I think you can take first place this time!"
"The daughter of the Fire Immortal Venerable is the most powerful! I think she can definitely take first place."
"Why?"
"Because she's the prettiest."
"Little girl in the green dress, keep it up! You are the cutest, you are the best."
"What you're saying is wrong. I think that black-clothed boy is the most composed, unlike the other three who are so rushed. He's accumulating strength, advancing at a steady pace, and will surely overtake at the end."
Hearing this, the four youngsters were displeased and all stopped on the steps.
"Don't just refer to the black-clothed one or the green-clothed one, and don't always call him the son of the Immortal Venerable. We are new disciples with our own names, just like you. You can call us by our names."
Then, the four youngsters introduced themselves very seriously before continuing their climb.
"After the eighty thousandth step, there are illusions. Be careful everyone, don't be misled by them. The sooner you break free, the less time it will take."
As they neared the eighty thousandth step, Wan Lei loudly reminded them.
Going up from the eighty thousandth step, the four youngsters climbed a few thousand more steps and then suddenly stopped.
Everyone knew they had encountered illusions.
The expressions of the four were varied, and Wan Lei observed them carefully.
He saw Xia Yubing's face was very strange, her expression a bit shy, a bit embarrassed, her eyes shining with excitement.
Could this guy be seeing himself actually marrying eighteen wives?
Han Xiaoyun's expression was the happiest, like a little girl seeing her favorite toy.
Wan Qianxin's expression was solemn and angry, his cultivation surging within him, ready to strike at any moment.
Bao Bao, on the other hand, was full of fear, even retreating several steps.
After a full ten minutes, the four youngsters gradually returned to normal.
After they woke up, Xia Yubing and Han Xiaoyun seemed a bit lost, while Wan Qianxin and Bao Bao breathed a sigh of relief.
"What illusions did you see?"
Wan Lei asked with a smile.
"I won't tell you."
Xia Yubing's face flushed, and she quickly climbed up. The other three also had no intention of speaking.
In the end, Wan Qianxin was the first to reach the summit, taking forty-five minutes. The other three reached the summit successively.
They had spent a lot of time trapped in illusions. The four of them were still young, and their resolve was not yet firm.
After a good while, Qingwu was the first to reach the summit, with Huofeng and Dada lagging behind.
"What was your illusion?"
The four youngsters asked curiously.
"Illusion? What illusion?"
Qingwu looked bewildered.
Wan Lei smiled slightly. Qingwu cultivated her own heart fire and had inherited the heart fire of the ancestor of the Qiyu Sect, so she was naturally fearless of the heart fire in the passage.
After Dada and Huofeng also arrived, the group began to tackle the third trial.
The elder presiding over the competition was overjoyed. In his year of duty, he first encountered Wan Lei, then Fang Xiaoyu, and now the Son of the Immortal Venerable. He had encountered trials that others might not experience in a lifetime.
"Come on, come on, same old rule. Just like when competing with Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu, anyone who wants to compete with the Son of the Immortal Venerable can try."
The crowd below immediately cheered and eagerly raised their hands.
"Everyone is very enthusiastic, so… Yao An, it's you."
From the crowd, Yao An, who had a bandaged chest, an arm in a sling, and gauze on the back of his head, trembled all over.
Why is it me again…
You can't just keep fleecing one sheep…