Just moments ago, Feng Wuya was earnestly telling Chen Qiyang about a great secret he had accidentally stumbled upon. Chen Qiyang, in his good nature, asked him what it was, to which Feng Wuya shook his head and said, "I can't tell you." Although he wasn't beaten to death by Chen Qiyang, he was roughly shoved by someone nearby.
"Are you sick! Don't you watch where you're going?"
The other party, playing the victim, shouted loudly, "Oh, it's a slave from the Continent of Forsaken Gods! No wonder you don't watch where you're going, you bunch of uncultured bumpkins. Are you dazzled by the prosperity of our Nügui City!"
Feng Wuya looked at the unreasonable and gesticulating cultivator before him, his usual smiling demeanor vanishing from his face.
"Fellow Daoist, please clarify, who exactly was not watching where they were going?"
He pointed to where he had just been standing, rolling his eyes upwards in exasperation, "I was standing perfectly fine right there, and you're the one who bumped into me!"
"You still dare to quibble! Are you trying to pick a fight with our Xile Sect?" The person roared, puffing out his chest, "A forsaken slave is a forsaken slave, an unreasonable wretch!"
"Damn it!" Feng Wuya was furious. "Chen Qiyang, Ximen Hongchun, stop holding me back, I'm going to deal with him!"
"Don't be impulsive, this person is clearly doing it on purpose." Chen Qiyang frowned. He glanced at the person standing not far away and indeed saw a flicker of smugness in their eyes.
Clearly, the other party had deliberately provoked Feng Wuya.
Seeing Feng Wuya calm down, the person became even more arrogant and imperious, saying, "So what if I did it on purpose, you scummy forsaken... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sword pierced through his chest, and the tip of the sword sent him flying backward!
"Who are you calling scummy?" Bai Shengyi recalled her Spring Condensation Sword, crossed her arms, and said lazily, "Look at you, you can't even take one move from this grandma. How dare you live? A person like you is just a waste of spiritual energy while alive, and pollutes it when dead!"
She had never imagined that these people would be so considerate, providing her with an opportunity when she was thinking of how to establish her authority.
She had been thinking about how to assert herself, and then the Xile Sect had come to her doorstep.
Since Qin Si and Elder Yun were inconvenient to make a move, Bai Shengyi asked them to stay back and stepped forward herself.
After a cultivator reached the Golden Core stage, their physical toughness was comparable to ordinary ironware. Even if a sword pierced their chest, as long as it didn't injure the heart, it wouldn't be a major issue.
Especially since this group of forsaken slaves came from such a low-class place, their spiritual artifacts were likely ordinary. Therefore, Zhou An didn't take it to heart at first. He popped a spirit pill into his mouth and stood up.
"You little slut! You're courting death!" Zhou An summoned his weapon, a trident, and hurled it directly at Bai Shengyi!
However, before the trident could get close to Bai Shengyi, it landed on the ground with a thud. Zhou An himself also fell to his knees with a thud.
"You... Is that a Heaven-tier spirit artifact?" Zhou An glared at Bai Shengyi, his eyes splitting with rage.
Only a Heaven-tier spirit artifact could make the spiritual power within his body dissipate like a broken bellows.
He frantically took out all the spirit pills from his storage bag, stuffing them into his mouth indiscriminately, and then used a communication talisman to contact his master.
"Miss! Save me... Ugh... Ugh..."
A vine whip materialized in Bai Shengyi's hand. With a flick, she coiled it around Zhou An and threw him away!
"Those who dare to insult the Divine启 Academy, like this person, shall die!"
As the words fell, Zhou An's breath sputtered and died!
"Hiss..."
The cultivators who had stopped to watch the commotion were stunned into silence, never expecting the Divine启 Academy to be so audacious this time.
Was this really the Divine启 Academy?
Those forsaken slaves who had fled from the Continent of Forsaken Gods?
Were they crazy to treat people from the Xile Sect like this!
Although the Xile Sect had fallen from a first-rate sect to a second-rate sect over the years, it was only because their sect leader had not reached the Mahayana stage! The Xile Sect itself still had considerable depth!
Weren't these forsaken slaves afraid of retaliation from the Xile Sect?
Bai Shengyi's calm and collected expression told everyone that they truly weren't afraid!
The Xile Sect was in league with the Supreme Sect. Their academy had already thoroughly offended the Supreme Sect, so why would they fear the Xile Sect?
"So satisfying! It's incredibly satisfying! Shengyi, you should have been a little slower just now, letting me kick him a few times. People like this are simply detestable!"
Even after they had reached their accommodation, Feng Wuya was still chattering on, his excited heart unable to calm down.
Bai Shengyi's responses had changed from "You're right, I was too hasty" and "Yes, yes, yes" to perfunctory "Mm-hmm."
She didn't want to listen to Feng Wuya's incessant nagging; she wanted to spend time quietly with A'Si.
But Feng Wuya, who was usually so emotionally intelligent, seemed to lack foresight this time, trailing behind the two of them.
"We're here," Qin Si suddenly said.
Elder Yun took the rest of the academy members to settle in first. Bai Shengyi, as the captain, went out with Qin Si to draw lots.
There were over a thousand sects participating in the Divine启 Grand Assembly, with various types of competitions. However, in general, they were divided into four major categories: martial duels, alchemy, formations, and talismans.
Martial duels were contests of cultivation and strength, regardless of whether alchemy, formation, or other methods were used, with only the winner and loser being determined. Alchemy was a competition among alchemists. In the Divine启 world, alchemy was inseparable from other disciplines. Formations and talismans, as their names suggested, were respectively competitions among formation masters and talisman masters.
The competitions would proceed with alchemy first, then formations and talismans, and finally martial duels.
Bai Shengyi and her companions had drawn lots today for the alchemy competition scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Due to the large number of participants from various sects, the alchemy competition could not be held all at once and needed to be divided into several rounds.
The Divine启 Academy had only five participants in the alchemy competition this time: herself, Feng Wuya, Feng Wanyue, Zheng Liushang, and Wei Xuelan.
"We are in the sixth round the day after tomorrow." Bai Shengyi glanced at the schedule, "This is a good number."
"Yes," Qin Si nodded. "You drew a good one."
Bai Shengyi: "I think so too."
She completely forgot how unlucky she could be at times.
After drawing the lots, they had nothing else to do and wandered around Nügui City casually.
While Feng Wuya's attention was captured by the strange trinkets being sold by cultivators along the roadside, Bai Shengyi pulled Qin Si and quietly slipped away.
"Huh? Where did they go?"
After Feng Wuya finished bargaining with the vendor, he discovered that his target for gossip had disappeared!
"Finally, we got rid of him." Bai Shengyi, with a satisfied pull on Qin Si's hand, curved her lips, "Let's go, the two of us can explore on our own."
Don't think she didn't know that Feng Wuya wanted to secretly gossip about her and Qin Si's interactions.
She was not happy about that!
"Okay." Qin Si held Bai Shengyi's hand in return. "There's a place in Nügui City that's perfect for you. I'll take you to see it."