Boasting halfway and being mocked, Sang Wen naturally couldn’t stand it and immediately prepared to retort.

However, when he followed the voice and saw the uniform white robe that Shi Qingyu was wearing, he immediately swallowed his words back again.

There was no choice.

Although Death Fighters have a tremendous psychological superiority over the natives while inside the Death Arena,

it doesn’t mean they would completely disregard the natives.

After all, except for Lv Bai, the ability pool of other Death Fighters in the first round was only Silver Level, not enough to counteract actual cultivators.

The situation is stronger than the person. Even though Sang Wen was quite displeased with Shi Qingyu’s attitude, he forced a smile under the circumstances he could not fathom.

"Fairy, whether I am boasting recklessly can be tested easily."

Seeing Sang Wen’s confident appearance, Shi Qingyu hesitated slightly.

Considering that if she truly discovered an outstanding Immortal Seed, the sect’s rewards wouldn’t be trivial.

Thinking of this, since there were no real costs, Shi Qingyu decided to bring Sang Wen back to the sect to try her luck.

However, she sternly warned: "If I find out you’re deceiving me, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Sang Wen’s face showed no fear.

"Naturally, I won’t."

...

Inside the Cyan Hope Sect’s mountain gate, everywhere was brimming with exotic flowers and grasses; no matter the time, immortal mist drifted about, making one feel as if they were in an ethereal realm.

Just thinking about mastering this world’s extraordinary powers, even temporarily, Sang Wen couldn’t help but feel some anticipation.

"Be careful, stay close behind me, don’t wander off."

Shi Qingyu reminded to prevent Sang Wen from touching any restrictions.

She wasn’t even at Qi Cultivation First Layer; if something happened, she had no way of dealing with it.

The two moved one after the other, quickly arriving in front of Cyan Hope Sect’s main gate, beyond which was the plaza for entrance assessments.

"Junior Sister Shi, why are you back so soon?"

The two Cyan Hope Sect disciples guarding the gate noticed Shi Qingyu and Sang Wen, and immediately greeted her.

It’s worth mentioning that although Shi Qingyu’s realm wasn’t high, her reputation among the disciples was quite significant.

After all, Cyan Hope Sect wasn’t a prestigious Great Teachings; true geniuses wouldn’t be up to Cyan Hope Sect to nurture.

Within the sect, the highest realm was only the Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivation of Master Yuxu.

So disciples with Earth-level Talent could be counted on one’s fingers.

Shi Qingyu, as a disciple of Earth-level Talent, if developed steadily, would eventually reach the position of Elder; it’s certainly beneficial to establish a good relationship with her early.

"I just descended the mountain and ran into this guy. By the way, what is your name again?"

Saying this halfway, Shi Qingyu suddenly realized she didn’t know Sang Wen’s name and asked casually.

Sang Wen was about to speak when he inadvertently noticed a figure sauntering leisurely on the other side of the plaza.

Similarly dressed in the same Cyan Hope Sect uniform white robe as Shi Qingyu, but as the robe fluttered, it exuded an indescribable sense of transcending the mundane,

with the grand mountains as his backdrop, he seemed to harmonize seamlessly with heaven and earth, like an immortal descended to earth, naturally in tune with Daoism.

Many Cyan Hope Sect disciples followed behind him, such a scene, usually only seen among mortals, made his ethereal aura, approaching Unity of Heaven and Man, fall back to reality.

"It’s Senior Brother Lv Bai."

The attention of the two gatekeeping disciples was instantly drawn, with no mood to pay Sang Wen any heed.

Even Shi Qingyu, who always had a fiery temper, also looked toward Lv Bai, with admiration on her face.

If initially upon seeing Lv Bai’s display of talent, even causing phenomena changes, they had no concrete concept of how formidable Lv Bai’s talent was:

Upon hearing that Lv Bai began cultivation and quickly reached Foundation Establishment, they immediately understood deeply how unreasonable talent could be.

You must know, in Cyan Hope Sect, at least seventy percent of the disciples, even until the end of their lifespan, would see no hope of reaching Foundation Establishment.

A slight disparity might cause jealousy.

But a disparity this vast only leads to admiration and adoration.

"Eh? Is Senior Brother Lv Bai looking at me?"

Noticing Lv Bai’s gaze shifting over, the gatekeeping disciple’s face suddenly flushed.

Shi Qingyu was unable to keep calm; she immediately retorted: "Nonsense! Clearly, he’s looking at me, neither of you have spoken with Senior Brother Lv Bai."

"He’s coming, Senior Brother Lv Bai is walking towards us."

However, compared to the three people arguing with flushed faces, Sang Wen was instead filled with terror, his face pallid, devoid of any color.

As a Death Fighter, he could very clearly see the title above Lv Bai’s head.

The four green characters "Innocent Smile" were a clear indication of Lv Bai’s identity.

Sang Wen instinctively considered turning around to escape.

Although he still didn’t understand why, despite everyone being Death Fighters arriving at the same time in the Death Arena, Lv Bai could possess such high prestige among the natives.

But the fact was already laid before him, no matter how unfathomable, he must consider first how to survive.

In an electric moment of thought, Sang Wen quickly dismissed the idea of fleeing directly.

Apart from possessing one Silver Level ability, he was merely an ordinary person; Lv Bai could easily dispatch a couple cultivators to catch him again.

Given these circumstances, he could only gamble on Lv Bai not being able to cover the sky with one hand in the Cyan Hope Sect.

After all, Cyan Hope Sect is a righteous sect; they shouldn’t let Lv Bai kill indiscriminately... right?

Without letting Sang Wen endure too long.

Lv Bai had already reached the group, followed by dozens of Cyan Hope Sect disciples.

These disciples had entered before him, but they called him "Senior Brother Lv" more smoothly than anyone else.

Sang Wen stiffly observed Lv Bai, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, the pressure immense.

Lv Bai watched this Death Fighter who inexplicably delivered himself with interest. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Only after seeing Sang Wen almost unable to stand steadily did he kindly ask: "Fellow Daoist, why do you block our path?"

"Indeed, he won’t let us pass?"

"He doesn’t even have a semblance of insight."

"New entrant disciple? Why isn’t he wearing the Cyan Gaze Daoist Robe?"

Once Lv Bai spoke, the disciples behind him immediately scolded harshly, as if their voices weren’t loud enough, it wouldn’t demonstrate their respect for Lv Bai.

Sang Wen swallowed hard, with no intention of rebutting, like a puppet on strings, he slowly moved his feet, shifting himself to the side of the road.

Lv Bai ignored him, turning to look toward the direction of Hidden Blade Peak.

"Has the leading Elder for the Initial Dao Assembly not arrived yet?"