Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

The Immortal Sect election was held in the Holy Sword Sect, and the masters and elders of all the major sects came here to take charge.

Some cultivators who were experiencing such a scene for the first time were stunned after hearing about the prizes for the Immortal Sect election.

On the competition stage, the formation was constantly fluctuating under the impact of the competition among the cultivators on the stage.

There were constant cheers and shouts.

Under the shade of the tree, four figures were sitting at a table playing mahjong.

Pei Yu placed his fingertips on it and said, "All the same color."

"What?" The second elder, Tan Qingping, was stunned. He leaned over to look: "It really is... Xiao Pei, you are not cheating, are you? You have won several times."

The great elder Cao Xingdao said: "Do you think everyone is like you, a gambler with a black heart?"

"Hey! Senior brother, your words really hurt my heart." Tan Qingping groaned.

Tan Qingping spread his hands towards Pei Yu: "Little Pei, please judge for yourself."

Pei Yu said under Tan Qingping's eager gaze: "Uncle Cao is right."

"You two are on the same side?! Come on, keep going."

Tan Qingping stretched out his hand to rub mahjong tiles, as if he was determined not to end the game without winning.

However, things went against his wishes. Tan Qingping lost all the valuables he brought with him, most of which went into Pei Yu's pocket.

"Oh my god... I'm totally broke now..."

Tan Qingping lay on the table.

It was such a shameless look. Fortunately, they had set up an invisible and soundproof formation, otherwise, in a few days, the news that the second elder of the Holy Sword Sect had thrown a tantrum after losing a mahjong game at the Immortal Sect election would have spread everywhere.

The third elder, Mo Chi, stroked his beard and said, "Your disciple Tian Nuanyu started a gambling game in front of the competition stage, and won more money than you lost playing mahjong. It is true that heroes have always emerged from youth."

Tan Qingping looked up: "...Are you comforting someone?"

Tan Qingping turned his gaze to Pei Yu and Cao Xing again.

Pei Yu saw what Tan Qingping was thinking and said, "Brother Tan, I don't want to gamble."

Cao Xing crossed his arms: "Me too."

Tan Qingping sighed: "You and Cao Xing are both famous. One is the most upright elder of the Holy Sword Sect, and the other is the seventh elder who is known as the best cultivator in the world. It would be a pity not to start a bet with you two."

There was a loud bang on the competition stage, and the final winner raised his sword high amid cheers.

As the favorite disciple sent by the Holy Sword Sect for the Immortal Sect election, Bai Shenyi presented the winner with elixirs to repair his internal injuries after the game.

He stepped in from a high pavilion in the distance and landed lightly on the stage.

Bai Shenyi's figure was reflected in Pei Yu's eyes, and the young man's smooth movements won cheers.

"Wow, is that one of the chief disciples sent by the Holy Sword Sect this time? His movements are so beautiful!"

"This person doesn't look older than us. I don't know which elder's disciple he is."

"Look at the knife in his hand. It looks like a top-grade weapon."

"Nonsense! That's the famous sword Zhantian!"

"What? The Heaven-Slaying Sword?!"

"So he is... the disciple of the Seventh Elder?"

On the stage, Bai Shenyi stood with his hands behind his back and handed out the wooden box: "Here."

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Bai."

The young man holding the sword bowed and thanked him.

Bai Shenyi: "Do you know me?"

The young man said, "Of course I know you. You are the disciple accepted by the Seventh Elder six years ago. My senior brother often mentioned you to me."

"Oh, my senior brother's name is Shen Yanzhou. He led our Xuan Dao Sect's disciples to this Immortal Sect election. He is watching me compete from below."

The young man pointed his finger at the audience.

Bai Shenyi looked in the direction of his finger, and among the bustling crowd below the stage, Shen Yanzhou was wearing the uniform of a disciple of Xuan Dao Sect. The dark clothes made him look handsome.

After not seeing him for many years, Bai Shenyi knew at a glance that his current strength was definitely not inferior to his own.

Shen Yanzhou also seemed to have seen him and nodded slightly to Bai Shenyi.

Bai Shenyi stared at Shen Yanzhou, with several different emotions in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Pei Yu's voice awakened Bai Shenyi from his meditation.

Bai Shenyi then realized that the teacup he had poured for Pei Yu was already full of tea.

Bai Shenyi hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Master, I was distracted."

Spiritual power entangled Pei Yu's fingertips, and the remaining tea turned into a stream of water that entangled in the air, and then fell into one place accurately.

"Are you worried about something?"

Pei Yu's eyes fell on Bai Shenyi.

Bai Shenyi nodded: "I saw Shen Yanzhou today."

"How is his cultivation?"

"Not inferior to me." Bai Shenyi said.

Pei Yu smiled and said, "So this is why you are in a bad mood?"

Pei Yu's smile, illuminated by the luminous beads, made Bai Shenyi's face flush.

"From what I've seen today, his cultivation is not inferior to mine." Bai Shenyi looked at Pei Yu and said, "It's impossible to say that I don't compare myself to him, but I'm not jealous. I'm sure that with the guidance of my master, my cultivation will be even higher in the future."

Bai Shenyi looked at Pei Yu seriously.

Pei Yu laughed: "Master, is he so powerful?"

"Master is the most powerful and unique person in my heart."

Bai Shenyi paused for a moment and asked, "How do you think I am, Master?"

He met Shen Yanzhou today and saw that his cultivation was very high.

He suddenly realized that he was now the most outstanding disciple of the Holy Sword Sect in the past hundred years.

But other sects also have peerless geniuses.

There are always talented people in this world.

Then will Pei Yu have other disciples?

He had thought about this question when he was young.

At that time, it was just the reliance of young people on their closest teachers.

But now, his thoughts have become more despicable.

He wanted to be the only master.

No matter who it is, no one can do that.

Bai Shenyi stared at Pei Yu, his eyes as if quenched by fire.

Pei Yu's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he lowered his eyes and smiled.

The laughter reached Bai Shenyi's ears, and before he could figure out the meaning of Pei Yu's laughter, Bai Shenyi felt a warm palm against his cheek.

Pei Yu placed his palm on Bai Shenyi's cheek and pinched his earlobe with his fingers.

"You are also the most unique one in my heart."

Pei Yu did not use the word "master".

The word "I" was like a stone hitting Bai Shenyi's heart.

Bai Shenyi's muscles stiffened, and then he suddenly realized a possibility.

A possibility of great treason.

Bai Shenyi suddenly raised his hand and grasped Pei Yu's wrist, but at the moment he touched his skin, he only dared to pull his sleeve.

"Pei Yu..."

Pei Yu lowered his eyes, pinched Bai Shenyi's earlobe and rubbed it a few times: "Don't scream."

Bai Shenyi rested his cheek on Pei Yu's palm and said, "Master, I am in a state of anxiety today..."

"I have said some nonsense, please don't blame me, Master."

"Master, can you balance my spiritual power for me?"

Pei Yu smiled: "Of course."