Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

The day we went down the mountain for training was cloudless and sunny.

Each sect selected a group of new but well-trained disciples and asked them to go down the mountain to fight monsters and accumulate some practical experience, commonly known as the Down the Mountain Trial.

As for those disciples whose cultivation was still shallow, they continued to stay in the mountains, practicing quietly and waiting for the next trial opportunity.

The four sects sent nearly ten disciples this time, including Chen Rongrong, Yan Ruchen, Hu Qi, and others. As for Si Hongyin, she was already a high-level disciple, so naturally she would not participate in this initial disciple trial.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciples were packing their bags in an orderly manner. Assistant officers from their respective sects came forward to give instructions. After all the precautions had been introduced, the disciples went down the mountain facing the rising sun.

On the mountain path, a group of young men and women galloped on horseback, laughter and chatter echoing. Each of them held a map and a mission booklet, enthusiastically discussing the challenges they were about to face.

The first time they went down the mountain for the trial, everyone was filled with excitement and anticipation, eager to ride their horses to the destination and show off their skills, demonstrating all they had learned in the past few months. However, they were the only ones excited; there were two others who felt differently.

On the dusty mountain road, two young men were running silently. They followed the team slowly, one in front and one behind. From time to time, they wiped the sweat from their foreheads and fanned the dust in front of them to avoid getting a mouthful of dust.

Chen Rongrong rode up from behind and immediately stopped when she saw Yan Ruchen. She said indignantly, "Why didn't they prepare a horse for you? Are they bullying you again?"

Yan Ruchen stopped and looked at Chen Rongrong awkwardly. Seeing her face puffed up with anger, she glanced at the group of young men happily riding horses in front of her, lowered her head and whispered, "No, the stable didn't have a horse ready for me."

Guan Shanyu caught up with them from behind, panting and holding his backpack. He stopped beside them, put his hands on his hips and panted. Seeing Chen Rongrong stopping Yan Ruchen halfway, he thought that she was probably angry for him again.

Now Yan Ruchen is just a poor little white flower in the early stage. Not to mention that he has no mount to choose from when traveling, he even has to feed and clean the poop of the horses in the stable. Disciples without a following are at the bottom of the food chain in the immortal sect. Not only do they have to do all the dirty and tiring work, but they don't even get any benefits.

Especially for a disciple like Yan Ruchen who is outstanding but has no background, his life in the immortal sect is like walking on thin ice. If he is not careful, he can easily be caught and made trouble by others.

Guan Shanyu, the instigator, was catching his breath on the side. Seeing that Chen Rongrong wanted to help Yan Ruchen again, he knew in his heart that he could not ruin someone's good deeds. He silently hugged his backpack and planned to slip past them like a ball of air.

Who knew that just as he took a step forward, he heard a question from above: "Why aren't you riding a horse? Didn't Lingcaoxuan prepare one for you?"

Guan Shanyu raised his head hesitantly and replied in a low voice: "Um...that..."

Chen Rongrong frowned and said, "What are you talking about? If you don't have it, then you don't have it."

Yan Ruchen stepped between the two of them and helped explain, "Shanyu is kind enough to accompany me. Rongrong, please don't make things difficult for him."

Before Guan Shanyu could react, the system suddenly said, "Master, please correct the protagonist's thinking and make it clear that you are his opponent."

Guan Shanyu opened his eyes slightly wide in silence and asked, "Is this an important plot point? And what about my lines?"

The system said, "Yes, because we need to create a situation where the hero is isolated and helpless, so that the heroine's timely help will appear invaluable, which is conducive to the effective advancement of the emotional line."

Guan Shanyu said "Oh", stood up straight and confessed to Yan Ruchen and the others: "I didn't go with him on purpose. I just didn't dare to ride a horse, so I walked. Are you guys okay? If you are okay, I will hurry on."

Chen Rongrong asked curiously, "You don't dare to ride a horse?"

Guan Shanyu stopped and replied as a matter of course, "Yes." Originally, Guan Shanyu couldn't ride a horse. After he hooked up with Qing Yuanzi, he rode in a carriage. But now, the author in this shell was determined not to seduce Qing Yuanzi, so naturally there was no carriage for him to ride. But he really couldn't ride a horse either...

Yan Ruchen turned around and glanced at Guan Shanyu, saying, "Didn't you accept the horses that the brothers gave you this morning?"

Guan Shanyu replied, "I said no, but they forced it on me, so I took it out and tied it up on the side of the road. When I was done, I went up the mountain and took the horse back."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruchen turned his eyes away slightly. Guan Shanyu realized that he had said something wrong. He was so disdainful of the horse that others had been longing for. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable?

Guan Shanyu coughed guiltily. The system prompted him that the mission was completed, and he wanted to leave immediately. Unexpectedly, Chen Rongrong stopped him from his horse and said, "Wait, where is the horse? If you don't want to ride it, let Ruchen ride it. He can take you."

Guan Shanyu's eyes widened and he said, "Don't you have a horse too? Why didn't he take you with him?"

Chen Rongrong blushed, and she quickly glanced at Yan Ruchen, saying, "Do you understand that men and women shouldn't touch each other? Where's the horse? I'll go get it for you."

Guan Shanyu pointed blankly in a direction. Chen Rongrong squeezed her legs together and rode away, sending dust flying. He turned to look at Yan Ruchen, who said apologetically, "Do you mind...do you mind?"

On the narrow path, two horses chased each other at a leisurely pace, one in front and one behind. Guan Shanyu held his backpack tightly to his chest, his back straight, afraid of bumping into Yan Ruchen behind him. Yan Ruchen held the reins tightly with both hands. If it weren't for Guan Shanyu's stiff face and straight back, it would seem that Yan Ruchen had him firmly in his arms.

Chen Rongrong was talking to Yan Ruchen all the way. When Yan Ruchen answered, his breath would blow lightly on Guan Shanyu's neck from time to time, which scared him every time. As soon as he shook his body, Chen Rongrong's scolding came down.

"Guan Shanyu, you have lice."

"Rongrong, don't say that. The wind is strong in the mountains. Shanyu might have caught a cold."

It was not until the sun was setting that the three of them finally arrived at the place.

The disciples who had set out first were already waiting at the gate. They saw Guan Shanyu sitting on his horse with a look of restraint on his face and he looked fine. But when they saw Yan Ruchen sticking half his head out from behind him, they started to scowl and curse loudly: "You are a snail! Walking so slowly!"

Chen Rongrong snorted and replied, "If you hadn't refused to give us horses, would Ruchen have been so slow? I'm lucky enough I didn't ask you to apologize, but now you're picking on me."

Guan Shanyu hugged his backpack in fear and froze on the horse's back, hoping that they would not notice him. Yan Ruchen had already jumped off the horse, holding the reins in one hand and waving the other hand in the air, signaling Chen Rongrong not to argue with them.

But before he could utter a word of dissuasion, Hu Qi, who had been standing by and observing coldly, suddenly said, "I didn't know the top-ranked disciple in the inner sect selection was so slow? How did he manage to achieve first place in the tests on steep cliffs and rapid mountain streams?"

Guan Shanyu silently turned his eyes to look at Yan Ruchen. What he said was extremely unreasonable. How could two legs outrun four legs? He just couldn't stand it and wanted to find fault.

Guan Shanyu silently climbed down from his horse. Yan Ruchen had no interest in proving himself and only said, "We are going down the mountain to get rid of the evil spirit. Let's not start any more conflicts among ourselves."

A thin disciple scoffed disdainfully, "Who are you and us? We are completely different from you, the son of a whore. If the master hadn't chosen you, do you think we would be willing to go with you?"

Chen Rongrong slapped his whip, hitting the ground with a "snap" sound, and shouted, "Shut up! We are all brothers from the same sect, why do you always target Ruchen like this!"

Hu Qi glanced at her and said, "Then we are just brothers from the same faction. What business does it have for a blacksmith like you from outside the faction?"

Chen Rongrong was frustrated and couldn't find any words to refute for a moment. She was so angry that she raised the whip into the air again. Although it didn't hit Hu Qi and the others, it landed right at Guan Shanyu's feet.

Originally, he had intended to just stand back in obscurity, but the whip was quite powerful, and when it hit the ground, it made a "crackling" sound, like a firecracker exploding beside his ears. Frightened, Guan Shanyu subconsciously hid behind Yan Ruchen and grabbed his clothes. He glared at Chen Rongrong in shock, but Hu Qi suddenly said sinisterly:

"And this damn sissy, he stood up for you last time and is following you this time. Could it be that you, Yan Ruchen, are also a homosexual? You have some unclear relationship with him, right?"

Guan Shanyu turned his head sharply towards Hu Qi and was about to wave his hands in defense, but Chen Rongrong was even more excited than him and raised the whip again. However, just when her hand was halfway raised, a loud call came from inside the mansion: "My fellow cultivators, please do not fight in front of my door."