ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 165 It's normal for confession to have its own BGM
"you……"

Su Yan's eyes were red as he stared at Du Xinghe.

It seemed as if he couldn't believe that she dared to humiliate him like this.

He vaguely remembered that she came back to collect debts. She had been wronged on the Cliff of Integrity and wanted to get them back one by one.

But what have I done to her...

Su Yan couldn't remember much.

How can a person who is too arrogant remember which stray cat he kicked away when passing by a certain road?

Du Xinghe lifted the sword formation. The moves she just used included Lan Shuangjiang. The Zhenwu Incarnation Technique mobilized the spiritual power of the main water. The Jindan cultivator stirred up clouds and rain. The dark clouds that were summoned but not dispersed in the sky were blown away by the wind spirit spell containing the power of the white tiger. At this time, fine and dense rain fell and brushed Su Yan's face, as if covered with a layer of veil.

She was surprised to find that when Su Yan sat on the ground in a mess, staring at her with resentment and unwillingness, he was actually quite handsome.

When she was working as a handyman in Jiuyang Sect, she heard from fellow disciples that Senior Brother Su Yan was the second most handsome young man in Jiuyang Sect after Venerable Yuan Ming. She thought that everyone was blind, and when she saw their faces, she couldn't help but want to vomit - they were the source of pressure for young Xinghe on the Cliff of Self-Conscience. Stomachache, palpitations and dizziness appeared one after another. Little Xinghe confided in the relatively gentle Second Senior Brother, who told her to give up the idea after listening to her, as Grandmaster and Master would never respond to her love.

So, that symptom of nausea is love?
Du Xinghe, who had a missing soul, didn't understand, but now she understood that she couldn't confide in her Xingyuannao when encountering problems.

"Are you admitting defeat?"

Du Xinghe asked with a smile, a few faint smile lines on her lips. That smile was almost touching, but in Su Yan's eyes, it was like an evil ghost. She looked at the judges: "You are very strong. If you don't admit defeat in person, I can't assume that you have lost to me. Otherwise, it will be bad if others misunderstand that the Immortal Alliance Competition is unfair to you."

"If you don't admit defeat, then I will assume that you can still fight me."

Du Xinghe took back his sword, with an expectant smile in his eyes:
"I'm happy to accompany you."

Su Yan had no doubt that as long as he refused to surrender, she would immediately and happily take up the sword and beat him up again.

While he was hesitating, Xue Ming was lighting up inch by inch.

The spiritual power that couldn't wait to be activated had already gathered at the tip of the sword, ready to be used.

Not speaking is also a kind of acquiescence——

"I surrender."

Su Yan's cold and forbearing voice sounded, and the barrier suddenly shattered.

In order to avoid razing the surroundings to the ground, Du Xinghe restrained his power at the critical moment.

The light on Xue Ming gradually went out.

Ming Zhi, who was in the audience, immediately went on stage to help Su Yan down. He looked at Du Xinghe and saw her standing there indifferently, her eyes not even on him. Her thick eyelashes were intertwined, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

She must feel very happy after humiliating herself, right?
Su Yan turned his face away and left the arena silently with the help of his junior sister.

As for crossing the galaxy...

Was she happy? She felt great at first, but was held back by his surrender, which came neither too early nor too late. The sword energy was so powerful that it was enough to break the barrier and leave a deep scar on Xihe Garden that could be seen even from a high altitude.

Damn it!
Why don't you hold on for another second!
If you hold on for another second, she will chop you out!

Du Xinghe and Jian Ling sighed at the same time.

As usual, Xinyue went forward to check if her master was injured. Luoshaya's eyes lit up: "You are so powerful! You even blocked Su Yan's sword without making any noise... I dare not even think about how you did it!" She stuck out her tongue: "This must be your unique magic. I won't ask how you used it. I just think you are so strong. I like you so much."

"Of course the master is the strongest." Xinyue agreed coldly.

Du Xinghe could only laugh it off.

Because she didn't know how she did it. According to her own judgment, that sword move that contained the true meaning of killing, even if most of its power was removed by the sword formation, would still be enough to seriously injure her if it fell on her.

However, seeing how Su Yan was defeated by this move afterwards, Du Xinghe would most likely be able to defeat him with his remaining few cards while dragging his broken body.

In the field of combating serious injuries, she is so far ahead!

Experience!

"By the way, the ten-day competition is over. Can we go to the Torch-level Secret Realm next?" Shenshui was eating the Bananas given to him by the cafeteria's kitchen attendant - the types of fruits and vegetables delivered to the kitchen of Xihe Garden did not include bananas, and no one knew how he coaxed them.

Their points were all secured, and they had a perfect record of five wins.

"Yes, I only know that after entering the Torch-level Secret Realm, all the disciples of the sect will be dispersed. They have to find their fellow disciples and guard against attacks from disciples of other sects."

Luo Shaya from the Huanling Sect obviously knew more and was not reluctant to share with them. She said, "My senior sister said that the rules are different every year, but there are definitely measures to encourage participants to hunt each other, so the big sects with deep roots have a lot of advantages. As long as they stick together with their fellow disciples, there is strength in numbers, and it is difficult for small sects and independent cultivators to be their enemies."

Du Xinghe nodded: "It's pretty much what I thought."

"Sister Xinghe also heard about it when she was in the Nine Yang Sect?"

No, that’s how it’s written in all the novels about cultivating immortals.

If you take "sect competition" as the keyword, you will find that ninety-nine out of a hundred novels have this chapter name.

Du Xinghe smiled slightly: "Fortunately, our Xinyue has combat capabilities in addition to treatment, otherwise I would be worried if a medical practitioner was left alone in the secret realm."

Hearing this, Xinyue tensed her face, trying hard to suppress the joy that was rising from her heart, and said, "I will find Master as soon as possible. Although it is my fault for making Master worry, I don't want to leave Master's side for a moment."

“Haha, Master should be more worried about the people that Senior Sister met in the secret realm… Ouch!”

The smile on Xinyue's face disappeared completely. She stepped hard on Shenshui's right foot and rolled it in a clockwise direction.

Zheng Tianlu looked at him with sympathy.

"Anyway, if we meet in the secret realm, we will disperse peacefully! I would like to go with you, but it's hard to say with my fellow disciples. You will definitely not be willing to cooperate with someone who is much weaker than you."

Luoshaya took every aspect into consideration in order to make crossing the galaxy easier.

After she left, Zheng Tianlu said, "The Huanling Sect is famous for its illusions. The more cultivators perform magic at the same time, the more unbreakable the illusion will be. Even if Brother Luo admires you, the other people in the Huanling Sect will have opinions. Since you two are not close friends, you probably don't want to bring along a bunch of unreliable burdens like them... You are more clear-headed than that Mingzhi."

When Zheng Tianlu was competing for the Lake Mother in the Alchemy Conference, Mingzhi gave up the interests of his fellow disciples and let Qin Qingyue of Wuliang Sect gain the benefit.

He blatantly put personal feelings above the interests of the sect.

People like Luoshaya who made their choices in advance and spoke clearly appear particularly normal.

Zheng Tianlu was very curious. Since Mingzhi had such a criminal record, why would the Jiuyang Sect still invest resources to train her?
Or maybe it wasn't the sect's doing, but her master's personal decision?
"Are the people of the Huanling Sect weak? It's rare to hear you describe a sect as an unreliable burden."

Du Xinghe said in surprise.

"The Mist Transformation Technique is their unique martial art. When you cooperate with the people of the Illusion Spirit Sect, once you encounter life-threatening danger, everything around you will turn into mist and disperse with the wind. Originally, there were more than 30 people taking risks, but in the blink of an eye, you are the only one left."

Zheng Tianlu looked angry.

It is the privilege of alchemists to run away when they are in doubt!

How could a monk run faster than them? They were destined to be incompatible.

Crossing the Galaxy:...

She thought that the Mist Transformation Technique was just a means of attack, but she didn't expect that its most famous use was to escape?

If it were any other sect, even if it was just a temporary cooperation, at least they would be on the same boat when facing danger.

The Huanling Sect is different. They just need to leave fellow Taoists as bait.

This style of "even if my friend dies, I would rather die than let myself die" makes it very difficult for the disciples of the Huanling Sect to find partners outside, as they are afraid that the disciples will run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

"But Luoshaya is very likable."

Du Xinghe was in a good mood when he thought of the little female cultivator's smile, showing her fangs and dimples.

She is in a good mood.

Shenshui, who was standing next to him, trembled. He glanced at his senior sister whose molars were almost worn smooth, and just wanted to ask his master to stop talking. He quickly changed the subject: "Master, you didn't see how Su Yan was determined to win. I really want to see how he will face his fellow disciples after he is defeated by you!"

"The fellow disciples will not make things difficult for him,"

Du Xinghe lowered her eyes, the sunlight fell on her face, and her black eyelashes cast a small shadow: "But his master can do it, and he can do it too."

How should such a proud person face his failure?
……

Mingzhi considerately sent Senior Brother Su back to the Cliff of Inquiry.

As the eldest disciple of Master Yuan Ming, he enjoyed the best room except that of his master. The yard was very spacious and even had a courtyard and rockery. The design of the mountains and water was very particular. The morning and evening, the sunshine and the clouds were all included in the design of the mountains and water. When practicing sword in the yard, he could also enjoy the beautiful scenery.

After Su Yan sat down in the room, Ming Zhi moved her lips and boldly leaned next to him: "Senior Brother..."

"Laugh if you want."

"How could I..."

"Isn't it ridiculous? If I say that my master taught me a sword technique that is sure to win against opponents of the same level, but I thought I had the upper hand and didn't use it, would you still laugh at me?"

Su Yan asked mockingly.

He didn't look at her, his eyes were fixed on the front.

Su Yan felt that on the way back from the arena to the Cliff of Inquiry, his fellow disciples were looking at him, and so were others. Everyone was laughing at him: "Didn't what I said to Du Xinghe sound like a clown?"

"Senior brother, senior brother..."

Mingzhi was so sad that she couldn't speak.

She felt sorry for her brother, but also hated him for not using his hidden moves, making others laugh at him. "But, since Master has taught you new sword moves, why don't you use them?"

In the end, Ming Zhi couldn't help but ask.

Su Yan lost, and she felt ashamed.

It would be great if we could win!
She was ready to make sarcastic remarks in front of the defeated Du Xinghe!
Su Yan's eyes deepened, and he shook his head slowly: "Saying that I lost because I didn't use that trick is actually just an excuse I used to make myself less miserable."

People always beautify the path they didn't choose.

"I didn't expect that she could take on a sword with the power of the White Tiger. I thought I could cut her in half."

Thinking that she was unharmed and had taken his full-strength attack without even spending much spiritual energy, Su Yan felt a dull pain in his heart: "That move was not honorable. I don't want to use it if it's not necessary...but..."

He will definitely not lose to her again next time.

But Su Yan didn't even dare to say this out loud.

He really doesn't want to be a clown anymore.

The two were silent for a moment, and Su Yan ordered them to leave: "I want to be alone for a while."

As long as there were people around him, he couldn't help feeling that they were laughing at him.

Even if I didn't say it out loud, I was laughing at him in my heart.

Junior sister...

No exception.

"Brother, let me accompany you."

"go out."

Before Ming Zhi could say the next words of comfort, she arrived outside Su Yan's yard.

Senior brother actually used his sovereignty to drive her out? !

She looked stunned.

After driving his junior sister out and leaving himself alone in the room, Su Yan suddenly felt much better.

He curled up on the bed, thinking about the real reason why he lost to Du Xinghe.

After a while, Su Yan felt that his spiritual power had recovered a little, so he closed his eyes and tried to establish a connection with the divine beast White Tiger again...

In the secret realm of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts, the white tiger in charge of killing favored him and left a footprint on his back.

Just one glance made his sword intent even sharper and more powerful, surpassing his peers.

Tiger God, Tiger God...

Su Yan called out softly in his heart. He did not question the power of the divine beast because of a failure. He just felt that the white tiger did not like him enough. If he could give him a little more strength and look at him more, he would not lose today!
The footprints on my back were hot and painful as usual.

After a while, Su Yan sensed the white tiger's response——

【Don’t touch me】

As if afraid of bringing more trouble to him, the footprints on his back gradually faded.

This time, Su Yan and Ming Zhi, who was kicked out of the yard, showed the same look of surprise.

Senior Brother/White Tiger doesn't want himself anymore! ?

……

There is a sense of isolation on the cliff of self-examination.

It was a great loss of face for the disciple of Master Yuan Ming to lose to a casual cultivator. Anyone with a little bit of common sense would not provoke him at this time. Yu Qiuzhu went to watch the competition and saw the eldest brother being sent back to the house by the younger sister. Xue Yanguang did not show up from beginning to end.

Yu Qiuzhu went to ask him about it, and he was surprised: "I have already won five victories and prepared to enter the Torch Level Secret Realm."

"Big Brother lost on the last day."

Hearing what the third junior brother said, Xue Yanguang's face, which was originally full of gentle smiles, flashed a gloomy color for a moment, but soon returned to normal: "Junior brother, the competition only lasts nine days."

Yu Qiuzhu: “…Ah?”

Xue Yangguang repeated more affirmatively: "The competition only lasts nine days, no, eight days!"

He also cleanly erased the first day when he lost to Du Xinghe.

Yu Qiuzhu looked at him for a moment and shook his head.

Forget it, Second Brother is also crazy.

Are there really any normal people on this cliff of conscience?

Yu Qiuzhu's question was destined to be unanswerable.

In contrast to the dark cloud-covered Cliff of Questioning Conscience, the Immortal Alliance said that it would announce the rankings in three days. So during these three days, all the cultivators can finally have a good rest!

The cultivators who did not have five victories packed their bags and prepared to go home, while those who had five victories discussed with their fellow disciples whether they should take a good stroll in Jinwu City and experience the scenery of the Nine Yang Sect.

Du Xinghe really wanted to understand what happened to him on the tenth day of the competition.

Since Zheng Tianlu and Tianxiao didn't realize it, she had no one to ask.

She was still worrying about this until the young master of the Ji family came with gifts to invite her to go boating on the lake. The other party looked at her with a smile and said, "I want to personally congratulate fellow Daoist Xinghe on his tenth consecutive victory in the Immortal Alliance Competition, so I prepared a little surprise in advance. I hope fellow Daoist will be willing to give me this honor."

Thinking that the other party's connections in the Xuan Dynasty were what she needed, Du Xinghe accepted the invitation.

Considering that the visitor might not be truly friendly, she decided not to bring her family with her and went alone.

There is a particularly large lake in the north of Jinwu City, which was temporarily reserved by the Ji family. There are cultivators and demon warriors guarding the area within a hundred miles, and no one else is allowed to enter. He had prepared a pleasure boat early, with all kinds of music and singing, including beautiful dancers and handsome young men. She even spotted a demon with animal ears and tails. Every living creature she saw immediately smiled warmly at her.

I felt it. It was the power of the spirit stone.

After stepping onto the pleasure boat with Ji Wuhuo, Du Xinghe immediately regretted coming alone.

Why, why didn’t she bring her teammates?

——What caught her eye was not the Hongmen Banquet where her head was to be taken, but a banquet that seemed to have no end in sight!

There are all kinds of hot dishes, desserts, fruits and melons, each of which is delicious and fragrant, flashing with attractive colors.

More importantly, it’s all spiritual food.

The spiritual energy was so rich that it was almost suffocating. Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would be moved by such generous treatment.

It's such a waste to feed two people.

The Chinese blood flowing in Du Xinghe's bones does not allow such a waste!

Before Du Xinghe could respond, Ji Wuhuo said, "I heard that day that Monk Zheng had reserved the spiritual food for you in the Xihe Garden cafeteria for a day, so I started preparing. I originally only wanted to prepare some for you and me to enjoy when we get together, but when the butler gave me the menu to choose from, I always felt that this way and that way were not bad either, and I wanted you to try them all. When I came to my senses, I ordered everything except for some dishes that you are not afraid of."

"But you don't have to think it's a waste. If you can have a taste of their flavor, it's worth their visit."

"If Xinghe wants to share with friends, I have prepared a storage ring with a preservation effect, which is specially used to preserve and transport spirit beast meat. When the time comes, I will divide it into portions without affecting the presentation of the dishes."

Ji Wuhuo had taken all the considerations of crossing the galaxy into consideration and had made arrangements in advance.

Therefore, even if he unconsciously shortened the name "Fellow Daoist Xinghe" to the more familiar "Xinghe", it did not cause her the slightest disgust.

Du Xinghe sat down, and the pleasure boat sailed out from the shore, maintaining a speed that allowed the guests to enjoy the scenery without affecting the movement: "Wait, what do I have to avoid eating?"

When she goes crazy, she won't eat at all. It's enough for her to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through fasting.

Even before she established her foundation and formed her elixir, she was not picky about food and was content as long as she could eat enough to meet the body's needs.

"From what I noticed when you were eating," Ji Wuhuo sat down next to her and looked at her with a smile, "You don't eat coriander, you like stir-fried dishes with garlic, but you avoid garlic grains, spices can only be used to flavor and cannot be left in the dishes, you don't eat fatty meat, and for fish, you only eat the belly part with few bones."

If he hadn't told him, Du Xinghe wouldn't have known that he had so many dietary restrictions.

Thinking back on what he said, she realized that she did have that preference.

Du Xinghe waved his hand: "You think too much of me."

"It's one thing for you not to be particular, but you can't stop me from putting in the effort. I am happy with it."

At this point, Ji Wuhuo's eyes moved downward, his tone hinting at childish stubbornness and annoyance: "Other cultivators envy the fact that cultivator Zheng from Miaohuo Sect booked the entire place for you. I want to do better than him... but I'm not jealous of him."

"He is my senior brother. There is no chance for us."

Du Xinghe got goosebumps at the thought of possibly fitting his senior brother and her into the template of a Taoist couple.

"You don't have to explain it to me. Of course, I'd be glad if you did...."

As early as in Xinyue, Du Xinghe had experienced the water spirit root cultivator's naturally likable aura. Perhaps because he had not been tortured by the hardships of the world, Ji Wuhuo's temperament was even softer and more affectionate. He softened his tone: "I admire you and pursue you. How you behave with others is your freedom. It is not something I can control. I am not competing with other cultivators. Can I win your favor if I win over them?"

Ji Wuhuo has never pursued anyone, but he has been pursued by many people.

There are male cultivators, female cultivators, and even demons who woo him.

He knew too well that one-sided admiration, if not handled properly, would be tantamount to harassment.

Do pursuers feel good when competing with each other? Not necessarily! As the pursued one, you will only feel that you have become a prize in this battle, neither respected nor having sovereignty.

Sure enough, Ji Wuhuo's words hit the mark of Du Xinghe's heart.

Du Xinghe: "You are very smart. If everyone around you is fighting for my affection, I will just feel annoyed."

Ji Wuhuo curled his lips silently, like a smug little fox.

"But if you were smarter, you wouldn't like me."

Du Xinghe continued.

Liking her is destined to be a long and hopeless pursuit.

Even she didn't know what kind of person she would fall in love with. She paused and said, "We have only known each other for a short time. It would be better for you to stop thinking about it."

"Will you stop me from liking you?"

Ji Wuhuo ignored her previous words and said.

He looked at her intently, and only her figure was reflected in his beautiful eyes. Anyone looked at by such a pair of eyes would have the illusion of being deeply loved by him. What's more, for her only, this admiration was not an illusion.

The most devout believer gazes at the statue in his heart.

The pleasure boat was so stable that the two of them felt like they were sitting on land. Light and sweet music was playing around them, and the content of the songs was also praising love. What kind of opera was it? Du Xinghe listened carefully and found that it was singing about the beautiful love between a civil official and a female general.

"I won't stop you, but..."

Du Xinghe paused and said, "Wait, did you prepare this song a long time ago?"

It fits the actual situation too well!
"Hey, did you find out?"

Ji Wuhuo laughed out loud and bit his lip a little embarrassedly: "I thought I hid it well..."

He waved to the leader of the troupe to come over and showed the repertoire to Du Xinghe for review.

As early as the day when Ji Wuhuo met Du Xinghe and fell in love with her, he had composed the complete music. The lyrics were filled in bit by bit later. He insisted on writing even on the day he was struck by lightning. His diligence in updating his works is enough to make many authors who work three days online and two days dry fishing sweat and feel ashamed.

"We started singing from the moment you stepped onto the pleasure boat. Let's sing this song."

"Sing the second song when I confess my love to you."

He prepared music for both successful and failed confessions, and the foreman who was observing secretly would direct the troupe on which song to sing. The main thing was to be able to adapt to circumstances.

Du Xinghe took a breath of cold air.

Wow, the confession comes with its own background music, who can beat him?
The foreman continued, "Master Ji has had an extraordinary talent for music since he was young. These lyrics and music were all composed by him. There is absolutely no falsehood in them."

"Okay! There's no need to tell Xinghe about this."

Ji Wuhuo interrupted the foreman at just the right time.

I interrupted him just when he had finished bragging and explained his feelings clearly.

In the harem, he is at least a master of palace fighting.

What's even more rare is that he is sincere.

Du Xinghe was amused by this absurd yet sincere arrangement. His eyes fell on the stage. The actors playing the female general and the civil official were still arguing on the stage. The song had paused because the two of them had made no progress, as if they were also waiting for her to speak.

"The schedule was too tight, so we didn't give them many days to rehearse. Is the performance going well?"

Ji Wuhuo asked anxiously.

"They are all good. The one who plays the female general is very heroic."

If it was her who was being played, the flattery would have been exceptionally well-placed.

However, the one who played the civil official, although he had on eye-catching stage makeup, his demeanor and appearance were far inferior to the handsome and charming young man in front of him who was famous in Xuan Country.

"Do you think they will have a happy ending?"

Ji Wuhuo spoke and looked at her with moist eyes.

Du Xinghe could sense that in order to suppress his own aggression, he even activated his water-spiritual inner elixir to make himself look more delicate and likable.

He has mastered this method of cultivating immortals.

Was this considered a public confession? Du Xinghe released his divine sense and discovered that all the waiters on the pleasure boat had turned their backs. Even the people on the stage closed their eyes, pretending from the bottom of their hearts that they had not noticed them.

The little fox pretending to be weak and cute in front of her, even his hair revealed the nobility that comes from being carefully raised in luxury.

He wants everyone to serve him, but not to look at him.

Obviously, Ji Wuhuo's pride prevented him from allowing any public pressure to influence his beloved's decision.

Whether to agree or refuse, it must be Du Xinghe's own idea.

Du Xinghe groaned: "Do you want me to give you an answer now?"

The refusal that came to my lips became an open option.

Ji Wuhuo replied in one second: "No!"

He answered too quickly, which made Du Xinghe laugh: "Why don't you want to do it now?"

"You clearly mean that you are hesitant, but if I say I want an answer now, you will definitely reject me." The Ji family's young master's crystal-clear mind immediately understood the key point, and a sly smile spread from his eyes: "Your words are giving me the opportunity to pursue you."

hiss……

Du Xinghe looked away: "Let's eat first."