Chapter 163: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman.29

Inside the council hall, the elders sat with solemn expressions, quietly waiting for the Sect Leader to speak.

Sect Master Xia cleared his throat. “For this Grand Competition, the Ancestral Master will personally descend the mountain to observe. To show our sect’s utmost respect, I ask all of you elders to properly guide your disciples. Be on high alert, and under no circumstances should anyone behave inappropriately.”

The moment Sect Master Xia finished speaking, several elders gasped audibly, and a few were so startled they spilled tea all over themselves.

“Is this true?” the Eighth Elder asked urgently.

“Of course it’s true. Why would I lie about something like this?” Sect Master Xia replied, his tone firm.

“But why would the Ancestral Master come down now? I haven’t seen his true form in centuries,” someone murmured, palms damp with sweat. “Could something major be about to happen in the Cultivation World?”

Sect Master Xia shot him a look. “Don’t scare yourself. It’s nothing like that. Maybe the Ancestral Master just wants to come out and have a look around.”

After all, he had already sent out an Incarnation not long ago.

“That’s good, that’s good,” the elders finally exhaled in relief.

The Ancestral Master’s descent was a momentous event. As soon as the meeting ended, the elders from each peak scattered, rushing to find their prized disciples and personally gave them detailed instructions.

The entire Thirty-Two Peaks were soon buzzing with the news.

The Ancestral Master is coming down the mountain!!!

As the number one sect in the Cultivation World, Wu Nian Sect naturally hosted the Grand Competition.

On the eve of the event, rising stars from various sects arrived with their elders.

These guests were accommodated across the Thirty-Two Peaks.

For a time, the peaks bustled with unprecedented activity.

Every day, a stream of people came and went, dazzling the eyes of Wu Nian Sect’s disciples.

But chances to see so many cultivators at once were rare. No matter how overwhelming it was, the disciples couldn’t resist coming out to take a look.

Su Mingyue was currently weaving through the crowd with her beloved little junior brother.

“Look over there—that’s Lin Qifan, the senior brother of Windrise Sect. He’s highly regarded among the younger generation and quite strong too, second only to our own Senior Brother Chu.”

Shen Xiuyan followed her gaze. The man Su Mingyue pointed at had a square face, upright features, and a tall, straight posture. Though not particularly handsome, he radiated righteousness.

If Shen Xiuyan were to say it, this guy looked a lot more dependable than Chu Suxing.

Su Mingyue noticed her junior brother’s silence and assumed he was nervous. She quickly reassured him, “Don’t worry, you probably won’t face him. And if you do, just forfeit.”

In her eyes, Shen Xiuyan was no match for Lin Qifan. Better to surrender and stay alive than get hurt.

But Shen Xiuyan shook his head. “I’m not scared. I just think he looks really upright.”

“You’re not wrong. Rumor has it he often helps those in need,” Su Mingyue said, then her eyes lit up as she spotted someone. “Look over there! The woman next to Senior Brother Chu is Mei Lan from Bihe Sect—the acknowledged number one beauty in the Cultivation World. Quick, take a look. Isn’t she stunning?”

Shen Xiuyan gave her a quick glance and then looked away. He said softly, “I still think you’re prettier, Senior Sister…”

Su Mingyue was momentarily speechless, then her face flushed red.

This straightforward little junior brother was really hard to resist.

She had a feeling he liked her too, but neither of them had taken that first step. Their feelings lingered in the air, unspoken but palpable.

Suddenly, a shout rang out from nearby, catching Su Mingyue’s attention.

“You shameless little vixen! Trying to seduce Senior Brother Chu—”

A girl suddenly charged forward and grabbed Mei Lan’s robes. Caught off guard, Mei Lan stumbled and nearly fell, but Chu Suxing quickly caught her.

Mei Lan frowned. “And you are? I don’t believe I’ve offended you. What are you talking about?”

Chu Suxing also scolded her, “Xi’er, stop this nonsense!”

He bowed apologetically. “I’m sorry, Fairy Mei. This is my junior sister, Ruan Xi’er. She just returned from the Cliff of Contemplation and may have injured her mind. She’s been a bit hysterical lately.”

Ruan Xi’er stomped her foot. “Senior Brother, what are you saying? Are you abandoning me too?”

She then put on a classic pitiful expression, tears welling up in her eyes, looking heartbreakingly innocent.

But Chu Suxing didn’t seem moved this time. After all, standing next to him was Mei Lan, the most beautiful woman in the Cultivation World. Compared to her, Ruan Xi’er’s charms suddenly seemed dull.

Mei Lan came from an excellent background—she was the daughter of her sect’s leader—and she was undeniably more attractive than Ruan Xi’er.

Placed side by side, one was composed and resilient, the other weepy and fragile. Suddenly, Chu Suxing found Ruan Xi’er’s act tiresome.

He growled, “Xi’er, go back now. You’ve embarrassed us enough.”

Then he turned away from her and gave Mei Lan an apologetic smile.

“Fairy Mei, I truly apologize. I’ll report this to my master. He will discipline her accordingly.”

Mei Lan lifted her chin slightly. “Fine. For your sake, I’ll let it go this time.”

“Fairy Mei, you’re as kind as you are beautiful.” Chu Suxing gestured politely. “Allow me to continue showing you the highlights of the Thirty-Two Peaks.”

With that, the two of them walked off, leaving Ruan Xi’er standing alone, staring in disbelief at Chu Suxing’s back.

Wasn’t he always the one who loved her innocent look the most?

Whenever she made that face, he’d soften instantly. Why was it different this time?

Unable to make sense of it, Ruan Xi’er pouted and ran off.

Shen Xiuyan, having watched the whole scene, shook his head. Who would’ve thought? This Chu Suxing really had the makings of a player.

Falling for every pretty face he sees—was this turning into some kind of harem novel?

Su Mingyue looked equally baffled. “Didn’t Ruan Xi’er go to the Cliff of Contemplation? How is she walking around like nothing happened?”

That place was known to leave you seriously injured at best, dead at worst. Yet she came back like she’d just been on a scenic tour.

Shen Xiuyan chuckled softly. “Just lucky, I guess.”

This female lead was really hard to kill.

Well, that made sense. After all, she was the protagonist of the story—protected by the halo of a main character and blessed with ridiculous luck. If she could be taken out so easily, she wouldn’t be the heroine. Still, from his perspective, Ruan Xi’er’s time in the spotlight was almost up.

Nothing was unfolding the way it was supposed to anymore. Her protagonist’s aura had cracked, and even she could feel that her luck wasn’t working like it used to.

Take this time, for example. Normally, Chu Suxing would’ve stood firmly by her side. But not this time. He stood with Mei Lan.

Next to a woman who outshone Ruan Xi’er in every way, Ruan Xi’er suddenly looked cheap and insignificant.

Chu Suxing was the type who always prioritized his own interests. He knew exactly what choice would benefit him the most.

Clearly, Ruan Xi’er was no longer part of that equation.

“Alright, little junior brother, that’s enough for today. Let’s head back and focus on our cultivation. Looks like the people who came this time are all quite skilled.”

“Mm, I’ll follow your lead, Senior Sister.”