Chapter 5: Competing with Brother Xie in Marksmanship?

Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

Talk about a dramatic reversal! Oh my god.

He's so fucking cool! So fucking cool!

Mom, I found Wen Fu in the hundred-person Observation Room! Isn't he husband material?

Can you guys calm down already? His cultivation is completely gone. That sleeve dart hit only once by sheer luck. Do you really think he'll hit every time?

If you're so horny, find the right livestream. Calling this trash cannon fodder "husband" is just pathetic.

666. He's really asking for it, offending the main characters like this. I can't even imagine how miserable his ending will be.

Despite the bickering and insults, the number of viewers in the Observation Room continued to climb, their hypocrisy evident.

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The contempt in Wen Fu's eyes vanished. Gritting his teeth, he drew his sword.

"Senior Brother Wen," Su Boyu said, reaching out to gently restrain him, "this is just a sparring match within the sect. It's not appropriate to draw swords..."

Song Lingyue grabbed his arm, her face flushed with anger. "Bo Yu, don't be soft-hearted! Hmph, this guy dared to play dirty! Junior Brother Wen should teach him a lesson!"

Wen Fu replied, "Junior Brother, you've always been kind-hearted, but you don't realize some people will take advantage of you. Don't try to dissuade me. I'll take full responsibility for everything that happens today."

Gratitude flickered in Su Boyu's eyes. "Senior Brother Wen..."

Of course. The Sect Grand Selection was just around the corner. Wen Fu, with his Qi Refining Stage Lightning Attribute Special Spirit Root, was the most promising candidate to enter the Zixiao Sect. Even if he crippled this Senior Brother who hadn't improved his cultivation in three years, he'd at most receive a scolding. Who would really hold him accountable?

Xie Weixing let out a cold laugh.

Damn this promotion rate.

Before he could finish his mental rant, Wen Fu charged forward, wielding a plain sword without a sword spirit. Yet the blade radiated immense pressure, infused with the user's spiritual energy.

Xie Weixing blurred into afterimages, effortlessly evading the attack. A sleeve dart flew from his sleeve.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Come on. Let's see who has better aim, you or your brother Xie.

"Ah!"

This time, it was an arm.

Two shots, two hits. Someone with a hundred percent accuracy using an old, worn-out sleeve dart? Is he even human?

With that kind of precision, what did he do before transmigrating? I'm genuinely curious.

This is satisfying. All you haters who said it was just luck, come on, keep talking.

Is he already defending him?

Didn't you see he held back? If he'd aimed for the eyes or temples, guess if Wen Fu would still be standing right now?

He actually managed to show off. So annoying.

The cannon fodder have their own shining star.

Wen Fu, nearly doubled over in pain, stared in shock at his empty sword.

Xie Weixing squatted on the wall, making even this dorky pose look incredibly cool and arrogant. His long hair was tied up high, the ponytail falling to one side.

He flicked his hand back, a faint smirk on his face, exuding effortless charm. His clear voice rang out: "Big idiot, your daddy has arrived."

Rage surged in Wen Fu's heart. Ignoring the fact that they were at Qingyu Gate, he channeled his spiritual energy. Massive lightning bolts crackled and gathered in the air.

The spectacle was too grand. Those attending the Prayer Ceremony hastily averted their eyes.

What's going on? Why is there such a commotion in the Disciple Courtyard?

"That must be Wen Fu," someone said. "Such a vast amount of spiritual energy, and it's lightning-attribute. No one else in Qingyu Gate has that."

"Who is Senior Brother Wen fighting? The Sect Grand Selection is just around the corner. Internal conflicts are strictly forbidden, especially... this."

On the viewing platform, the youth was startled by the clamor of discussion and slowly raised his eyelids.

He wore a moon-white robe embroidered with intricate dragon patterns, exuding an elegant demeanor. Apart from a lustrous white jade pendant, he wore no other adornments.

The elders of Qingyu Gate showed profound reverence toward this youth, who was clearly much younger than them.

"This, this is truly embarrassing you..."

He raised his hand, not to offer pleasantries, but with a calm expression. "Go and see."

Meanwhile, Wen Fu was clearly determined to take Xie Weixing's life.

Massive bolts of lightning gathered in the air, and with a deafening roar, purple spiritual energy mixed with flashes of light crashed down indiscriminately.

If they struck a person, the result would be death or severe injury.

Light incense and candles, prepare to respawn.

Awesome. Let this idiot keep showing off. Now he's really gotten himself into trouble.

What good are sleeve darts against this? I don't believe he's really infallible.

If he's so amazing, why didn't he go for the head with the first two shots? He's just relying on luck.

If he actually dodges this one, I'll be impressed.

Some mocked him, others criticized him, but nearly everyone held their breath.

Under the immense pressure of the lightning, the entire world seemed to be enveloped in purple.

Suddenly—

A cold glint struck first!

The young man in the tight-fitting robe smirked, a curve of absolute determination on his lips, his eyes icy. The sleeve dart in his hand shot through the air, grazing the lightning as it flew straight for Wen Fu's forehead.

This arrow was meant to end Wen Fu's life.

Holy shit!

This is so hype!

Senior Disciple Brother of the Sect... with this pose and expression, I don't know how anyone could resist screaming "husband!"

Is this really just a tiny Observation Room with over a thousand people? Get this on the main page now!

Xie Weixing, who the hell are you?!... Playing a cannon fodder male supporting character like this? You're too OP; it's making me uncomfortable. Are you cheating?

At this moment, the classic cultivation novel OST should be playing: the world falls silent, and one rests their chin to listen as autumn waters ask the mayfly, "Neither Xuanming nor Beidou can be measured..."

The audience's scalps tingled with excitement, and donations rained down on the screen like money thrown without restraint.

The System was so shocked it couldn't utter a word.

Suddenly, space froze.

The lightning forged by Wen Fu, after exhausting all his spiritual power, vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The sleeve dart, glinting with sharp, cold light, hung suspended in mid-air.

Xie Weixing stood firm, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Space attribute? Who has arrived?

Under everyone's gaze, a slender, pale fingertip appeared, as if tearing through the fabric of space and time, and gently pinched the sleeve dart.

The domain dissipated, and the world returned to normal. A tidal wave of discussion flooded in.

Xie Weixing looked up.

The person holding his sleeve dart had a face as cold as ice, their hair and collar immaculate. Their eyes were the color of pale ink, devoid of emotion, yet their fingertips moved, casually twirling the thin rod of Xuan Iron. The bones of their hand were so fine and white they seemed even more luminous than the jade pendant hanging at their waist.

"Who did you study under?"

His voice was like the cold moon over a solitary mountain, devoid of questioning. The four words rolled from his lips as if they had been tumbled in icy, pristine snow.

Xie Weixing's heart fluttered lightly. He remained silent for a long moment.

Su Boyu, who had been supporting the injured Wen Fu, was also drawn by the question. He looked up.

This guy looks incredibly strong. Is he part of the main group?

"Want to look good while mourning"—they weren't wrong. He's too handsome.

Space attribute? That's rare even among Exotic Spiritual Roots—a once-in-a-millennium occurrence.

If this is what "hot" looks like, I'm out.

Who is this?

Tan Suiting from the original novel, not part of the main group—the only graduate of the Path of Ruthlessness. While the protagonist and his pack of simps were busy with their on-again, off-again love-hate drama, he was the one grinding to the max, crushing every obstacle. Later, when the protagonist and his simps ascended, he was the examiner.

Holy shit, such a perfect specimen, and the author didn't even make him simper after Su Boyu? Did they finally develop a conscience?

How can you develop something you don't have?

He's no good. Short-lived.