After fifteen days of preparation for Peach Blossom Spring, the sect competition finally came to an end.

Except for the fifth generation who weren't eligible, the final candidates from the first to the fourth generations were selected.

For the first generation, it was unquestionably Luo Qingyao. Her performance was absolutely dominating; from the first round to the last, no one could withstand her even for a single move, not even qualified to keep pace with her.

Among the second generation, there were many talented disciples, or rather, their strength was evenly matched. They competed until the last day to determine the winner. The disciple who successfully secured a spot was Ai Yinian from Fulu Peak, with a Foundation Establishment at the sixth layer.

Yes, as a second-generation disciple, Ai Yinian was only at the sixth-layer Foundation Establishment. While Luo Qingyao, a first-generation disciple, was already at the eighth-layer Foundation Establishment.

Therefore, even if Luo Qingyao were to compete on the stage of the second generation, it would still be a one-sided battle.

As for the third generation... Fu Manman. In terms of cultivation, she didn't really lead the third generation, being only at the second-layer Golden Core. However, she had joined the Eternal Immortal Sect early at the age of fourteen and was already part of the third generation.

In the final round, she defeated her fellow disciple, who had a third-layer Golden Core, with minimal effort and successfully secured the spot.

Jiang Maodian of the fourth generation, a disciple of Immortal Performance Peak, a seventh-layer Golden Core Sword Cultivator, possessed a dominance comparable to Luo Qingyao, winning decisively all the way.

Including Fan Wubing, who got in through backdoor connections, there were a total of five people. They represented the most powerful forces in the Little South Continent.

This morning, Mei Jinqiu gathered the five who qualified for Peach Blossom Spring.

The five stood in a line according to the order from the first to the fourth generation.

Fan Wubing and Fu Manman, both third-generation disciples, stood close to each other.

After nearly ten years, this was the first time Fan Wubing had come into close contact with Fu Manman. He glanced at her and saw her calm demeanor and indifferent gaze, thinking, she probably doesn't remember me. Well, she was just a proper child at four or five years old, prone to forgetfulness.

As for him, he remembered everything clearly because he harbored the soul of an adult, whereas she was genuinely just a child back then.

After averting his gaze, he stopped thinking about it and listened to Mei Jinqiu's speech about the journey.

Fu Manman thought to herself, was he just looking at me? Did he remember me? But if he really remembered, why didn't he greet me? Perhaps it was just an ordinary look out of curiosity. Alas, it's impossible to remember things so clearly from ten years ago; I only remember because my spiritual roots awakened early, while he couldn't even cultivate then, so it's natural he doesn't remember.

As she was about to avert her gaze, she suddenly felt another gaze upon her. Looking over, she found herself face-to-face with Luo Qingyao.

The latter's gaze was unfriendly.

Fu Manman, for some unknown reason, felt a bit guilty and quickly looked away.

"...As such, it will be Elder Lin Xing who will lead you to Peach Blossom Spring this time. On your journey, remember to be cautious in words and deeds. Do not be arrogant or bossy simply because you are disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect; exhibit the demeanor of leaders of the Immortal Dao. However, also remember that if anyone insults our Eternal Immortal Sect, you must stand up for our honor."

Mei Jinqiu instructed everyone solemnly.

"We will keep this in mind, Master!"

A magic boat, about fifteen feet long and five feet wide at its widest, slowly emerged from the mountain mists, stopping at the cliff's edge. Its overall shape was not much different from a riverboat, with eaves and corners projecting and flags fluttering. The arched wings on either side stirred the air currents, while the rear fins spilled immortal flames powered by Spirit Stones.

As they boarded the ship, Gu Lan came to see them off.

She rarely left Nourishing Spirit Peak, but now she had come for Fan Wubing.

Yet, even at this moment, Song Weiyu closely followed, fearing her beloved disciple would suffer any loss while with Fan Wubing.

"Senior Sister Gu, remember to guide your qi through all your major and minor meridians every morning and evening using the method I taught you. Don't forget."

Gu Lan nodded,

"I will remember."

Her posture had greatly improved, and she no longer needed to wear tight-fitting shorts and shirts.

This also made Fan Wubing realize fully that Senior Sister Gu's "curvaceous figure" had nothing to do with pelvic tilt or spinal restriction. She was simply favored by nature. Even now, with her posture corrected, she remained curvaceous, and her figure appeared even softer and more beautiful.

Her hair, once somewhat dry, had become smooth and shiny, exuding a hint of golden hue. Her skin tone remained unchanged. Overall, she was truly a beauty with dark skin.

Fan Wubing thought, no wonder Elder Weiyu keeps such a close watch on her... With such looks and figure, coupled with such an innocent personality, isn't that just tempting fate?

"What are you still looking at! What are you still looking at! I'll gouge your eyes out." Song Weiyu, beside him, glared at Fan Wubing with full resentment.

Although she had gradually gotten along better with the Spirit Nurturing Pot, she still occasionally heard it mention Fan Wubing's name.

This feeling was just too...

Fan Wubing let out a dry laugh,

"Senior Sister Gu, during the time my junior sister and I are away, please take care of Enlightenment Peak for us."

"Sure, don't worry, Junior Brother Wubing."

Then Fan Wubing quickly made his escape. Song Weiyu's resentment was just too much for him to endure continuously.

As the magic boat took off, a loud voice called from afar,

"Wait, wait!"

Fan Wubing stood at the bow and focused his gaze, recognizing Elder Zhao Yangxia, the Peak Master of Celestial Craft Peak.

He approached like a comet, landing in front of Fan Wubing, and said with a smile,

"Just in time, I managed to finish this before you departed."

"Ah, what is it?"

"I promised to craft a set of kitchenware for you."

Zhao Yangxia waved his hand, and a dozen beams of light flew out from his sleeve. Upon closer inspection, they were just pots, bowls, and pans. However, unlike ordinary ones, these were imbued with immortal energy, and their surfaces thrummed with an extraordinary aura.

"A set of top-grade mystical cookware instruments. They have the potential of a Spiritual Artifact; if nurtured over time, once they develop a spirit and give birth to a utensil soul, they will become a real Spiritual Artifact."

Envious gazes surrounded them.

That was Elder Zhao Yangxia, personally crafting top-grade mystical instruments that already had the foundation of a Spiritual Artifact... Such items, though they looked like mere kitchenware, could easily be used in battle.

Many disciples, from entry to graduation, couldn't even get their hands on a single top-grade mystical instrument.

And here, Elder Zhao Yangxia generously gifted a set of top-grade mystical instruments.

Envy aside, considering Fan Wubing's contributions to the sect during this period, he truly deserved it.

Fan Wubing asked,

"Elder Zhao, have you been busy with this all this time?"

Zhao Yangxia chuckled,

"Naturally, I wanted to give it my best effort to match your abilities."

"Disciple Fan Wubing is truly grateful to the elder!"

Fan Wubing sincerely expressed his thanks to Zhao Yangxia.

"Hahaha, no need for formalities. I also have my selfish motives, hoping that when you return, you will cook a delicious dish for me. At that time, I'll open a bottle of my treasured thousand-year-old wine; wouldn't that be delightful?"

"Disciple will certainly not disappoint the elder's expectations."

Beside him, Song Weiyu was slightly surprised. Was the kid Fan Wubing's culinary skill really that good? Could he even entice a foodie like Zhao Yangxia?

Gu Lan murmured softly,

"Indeed, Junior Brother Wubing's culinary skills are that excellent."

Song Weiyu was taken aback,

"How do you know what your master is thinking?"

"Master, couldn't you disconnect your Divine Soul Communication before getting distracted?"

"Ah!"

Song Weiyu just realized that the Divine Soul Communication she had used to speak ill of Fan Wubing's peculiar gaze at Gu Lan hadn't been turned off.

"Besides, Junior Brother Wubing once said he couldn't accommodate both the Great Dao and a woman in his heart! So, Master, you should stop overthinking."

The magic boat flew across, igniting brilliant clouds for ninety thousand miles, casting sunlight shadows for thirty thousand feet high.

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