Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The Lingxiao Sect's is Wei Xun, and the Piaomiao Valley's is a female disciple dressed in green. She wears a light green long skirt with light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds outlined with silver thread, and a row of blue sea and cloud patterns at the hem. Her chest is wrapped in a wide piece of light yellow brocade. Her every move is as graceful as a willow swaying in the wind.

Lu Wensheng and she were facing each other. When she felt Lu Wensheng's gaze, she pursed her lips and looked back at him with a smile. Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled water chestnut, and there was a tiny black mole at the corner of her eye, which made her even more charming.

Yigu is a young man in white clothes, with soft and well-proportioned facial lines, and a bit of youthful vigor. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a hint of cheerfulness and confidence, as if a spring breeze is blowing on his face, giving people a gentle and pleasant feeling. He smiles and nods to greet the people he meets.

The one who came up from Xuanyi Pavilion was a female cultivator dressed in yellow. She had a beautiful face, like a pearl with a halo and the translucent light of jade. There was a hint of scholarly purity between her brows. Her skin was whiter than snow and her eyes were like a pool of clear water. Her curious gazes moved around everyone's faces and she smiled shyly.

Lu Wensheng just smiled and nodded to these disciples, then picked up the prepared bow and arrow and input spiritual power into them. Before the required amount was filled, the bronze bow body had already become slightly hot, and fiery lines spread on the bow. Lu Wensheng's expression changed - there was something wrong with the bow.

Almost subconsciously, Lu Wensheng glanced at Jiang Jinfeng and Jiang Xiuyuan below the stage. Jiang Xiuyuan looked normal, but there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and the churning emotions in them were hard to tell. Jiang Jinfeng's gaze was a little cold, and when he felt his gaze rise, he raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and curved his eyebrows.

Lu Wensheng didn't even let Shi Yubai go. The other party looked at him with an expression of surprise, and then smiled. His expression was difficult to understand.

"Tsk." All three of them looked suspicious.

[Wen Sheng, is there something wrong with this bow?] The system also felt something was wrong.

"Help me reinforce the bow." Feeling the gradually hot temperature of the bow in his hand, Lu Wensheng hid the irritability and gloom in his eyes.

【OK. 】

Lu Wensheng looked normal as he drew his bow and arrow like everyone else. The temperature of the bow in his hand had been stabilized by the system. Looking at the torch in front of him, Lu Wensheng's eyes unconsciously became fierce.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the young men on the stage expectantly. Liu Jiqian looked at Lu Wensheng, a hint of worry and inquiry in his eyes - something seemed wrong when Junior Brother Lu got the bow, could it be that someone had tampered with the bow?

With the order, the arrow on the stage was released, breaking the silence. The arrow carried sparks and burst into brilliant light, drawing an orange-red line in the air, as if tearing the sky of the stage apart. The arrow feather whizzed into the torch, and with a "pong" sound, the torch was successfully ignited.

There was warm cheering from the audience. Lu Wensheng looked calm. He glanced at the torch of Wenxian Sect and calmed down as usual. In fact, the bow in his hand was already emitting a faint smell of coke.

If it weren't for the help of the system, he might have to endure the heat on his hands while shooting the arrow. If he was lucky, the bow wouldn't crack, but his hands would be burned. If he was unlucky, the bow might explode on the spot, which would have a huge impact. The person who tampered with the bow would also have vicious intentions.

Liu Jiqian naturally stepped forward and took the bow from Lu Wensheng's hand. Looking at the charred part on it, he knew that the bow was actually scrapped. At the same time, his heart sank - the bow had indeed been tampered with.

"Are you feeling okay?" Liu Jiqian glanced at Lu Wensheng's hand holding the bow.

"Good luck." Lu Wensheng spread out his palm, there was no mark on it.

"I will look into the matter of the bow." As the person in charge, Liu Jiqian would definitely investigate.

Lu Wensheng nodded, but in his heart he had made up his mind not to let any of the three suspicious suspects go. He was bound to use them to vent his anger - as for whether they were wrongly accused or not... It didn't matter, he didn't care anyway.

After the "opening ceremony", it was time for the disciples to communicate with each other. Yan Qingshu took the opportunity to start promoting new products, and used her eloquence to successfully "recruit" several sword cultivators to work for her.

"Ouch... um." Yan Qingshu turned around a little quickly and accidentally bumped into someone. She felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and then her face became soft.

After finally struggling to free myself from the softness, I looked up and met the eyes of a handsome face.

Wei Xun: “...fellow Daoist, can you please take your face off my chest?” Why are you rubbing it?

Lu Wensheng came over to help, but unexpectedly saw this scene and said: What kind of dramatic plot is this?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!!” Yan Qingshu immediately turned her face away, but her eyes couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Wei Xun’s chest muscles—Is this the male mother? ! Did she just experience the “facial cleanser”?

Lu Wensheng: "...Sister Yan, you have a nosebleed." What is this sister thinking? !

Yan Qingshu hurriedly blocked her nose, feeling a little embarrassed, but Wei Xun was okay and even greeted Lu Wensheng.

Yan Qingshu: "Do you know each other?"

Lu Wensheng nodded: "This is the chief of Lingxiao Sect, Wei Xun."

"Chief of Lingxiao Sect?" Yan Qingshu's eyes rolled, and she immediately took the new product to Wei Xun for a taste with a smile on her face.

"These are new flavors of Bigu Pills. Fellow Daoist Wei can try them."

Wei Xun said seriously: "You don't want spirit stones?"

"No, no, but do you mind if I use your name?"

Wei Xun thought about it and nodded. Yan Qingshu stuffed the fasting pill into his hands and ran away.

"This tastes really good. I wonder if there is any more. It's very convenient to buy some and you don't have to worry about getting tired of it." Wei Xun was very optimistic about these fasting pills. He turned around and saw Yan Qingshu pulling out a banner.

All it said was "The Chief of Lingxiao Sect has taken the fasting pill that everyone says is good, what are you still hesitating about?!" - The words on the banner were very large, and with a cultivator's eyesight, it was no problem to see them clearly.

When Lu Wensheng saw the banner, he actually felt ashamed and subconsciously lowered his head. He caught a glimpse of the petrified Wei Xun out of the corner of his eye and showed sympathy on his face.

"You..." Wei Xun looked at Yan Qingshu who was coming over, frowned and wanted to say something, but only heard Yan Qingshu's cheerful voice.

"Friend Wei, as long as you hold up this banner, I will take care of your Bigu Pills from now on!"

Wei immediately changed the subject: "No way, you can use it as long as you want - is the Bigu Pill really included?"

"Of course!"

Wei Xun smiled shyly: "You are so honest, I haven't asked you your name yet."

"Yan Qingshu."

"Fellow Daoist Yan is generous, and his business will surely prosper."

Lu Wensheng: It's simply unbearable to watch. It seems like I have a new perspective on the poverty of Lingxiao Sect's sword cultivators - look, even the sword cultivators who don't understand the ways of the world are saying nice things.