Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

The cheers came like a tide, deafening.

Xiao Bei was bathed in the holy light, like a god.

He felt the admiring gazes of the crowd, but he did not feel relieved.

On the contrary, an inexplicable uneasiness spread in his heart.

He keenly caught the strangeness in the eyes of the immortal elders - it was not admiration, but a complex, indescribable emotion.

At the celebration banquet, there was fine wine, delicious food and heavenly music.

Xiao Bei and Bei Li sat side by side. Bei Li was chattering about something, but Xiao Bei seemed a little absent-minded.

He looked around and saw that despite the seemingly lively atmosphere, there were undercurrents.

The elders gathered in twos and threes, whispering to each other, their eyes drifting towards him from time to time, as cold as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Xiao Bei held Bei Li's hand, his palms slightly sweating.

He felt an invisible pressure, like a huge net, slowly enveloping him.

He knew that behind this celebration lay a huge crisis.

"Xiao Bei, what's wrong with you?" Bei Li noticed his abnormality and asked with concern.

Xiao Bei forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

"If you're tired, go to bed early." Beili said considerately.

Xiao Bei nodded and was about to stand up to say goodbye when he heard a sharp voice: "Xiao Bei, your reputation is so high now, have you ever thought about the future of the immortal race?"

The person who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard, named Elder Tianshu, who had always been at odds with Xiao Bei.

His tone was sarcastic and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Xiao Bei's heart sank. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The future of the immortal race is naturally created by all the immortals together."

"Hmph, you hold all the power alone. How can the other elders cope with it?" another elder echoed.

Xiao Bei's eyes were like torches as he swept over the crowd, his tone firm: "I have never thought of monopolizing power, I just want to do my part for the immortal race."

"Do your best? I think you want to cover the sky with one hand!" Elder Tianshu sneered.

The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

Xiao Bei felt a oppressive atmosphere, like a mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew a storm was coming.

"Xiao Bei..." Bei Li looked at him worriedly and squeezed his hand gently.

Xiao Bei held her hand in return and gave her a reassuring look.

He turned his head, looked directly at Elder Tianshu, and said word by word: "Elder Tianshu, what exactly do you want to say?"

Elder Tianshu sneered, a sinister glint in his eyes, "What I want to say is... you are not qualified to lead the immortal race!"

Xiao Bei's pupils suddenly shrank, and a surge of anger burned in his chest.

He was about to open his mouth to refute, but suddenly heard a low voice in his ear: "Be careful, they have a conspiracy..."

Xiao Bei felt the air around him suddenly solidify, as if even breathing became difficult.

Elder Tianshu's words were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, spitting out disgusting malice, spreading rapidly and polluting the surrounding air.

He saw that some of the immortal people who had originally respected him began to have doubts and hesitations in their eyes, and the whispers were like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, disturbing him.

He wanted to explain and argue, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound.

A deep feeling of powerlessness enveloped him. He felt like a prey trapped in a spider web, and could only watch himself being slowly devoured.

Beili's hand was still tightly holding Xiao Bei's, and there was a slight tremor at her fingertips.

But she did not look at Xiao Bei with dependence as she did before, seeking his protection and comfort.

She took a deep breath, glanced at everyone with a firm gaze, and then let go of Xiao Bei's hand.

This action startled Xiao Bei. He subconsciously wanted to hold her back, but saw Bei Li had already turned and walked towards the crowd.

Her clear voice echoed in the square: "My fellow immortals, please listen to me!"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Beili.

Bei Li straightened his back. Although his voice trembled slightly, it was full of strength. "I know that there are some rumors spreading among the immortals, questioning Xiao Bei, his achievements, and his loyalty to the immortals. But I want to ask everyone, do you really believe these rumors?"

Beili's voice was loud and clear, echoing over the square.

She told how Xiao Bei sacrificed his life to save her, how he led the immortal clan to defeat powerful enemies, and how he devoted all his energy to the future of the immortal clan.

Her voice was sometimes passionate and sometimes low, and every word was filled with sincere emotion, infecting everyone present.

Xiao Bei looked at Bei Li, feeling both surprised and relieved.

He had never seen Beili so determined. She was like a lotus blooming in the wind and rain, beautiful and strong.

The tense atmosphere eased slightly, he clenched his fists and looked determined.

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed out from the crowd, with a flash of cold light in his hand...

"Beili!" Xiao Bei exclaimed.

A black shadow flashed like a ghost, and the sharp blade in his hand was heading straight for Beili.

The cold light drew a cold arc in the air, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air was creepy.

Beili only felt a chill coming over her, and the shadow of death enveloped her.

She instinctively closed her eyes and waited for her fate to come.

However, the expected pain did not come.

She heard a sharp sound of metal colliding, followed by a muffled groan.

She opened her eyes cautiously and saw Xiao Bei's figure standing in front of her, with a golden sword in his hand.

The sword was humming, and a drop of bright red blood remained on the tip of the sword.

"Xiao Bei!" Bei Li exclaimed and threw herself into his arms.

She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth radiating from him.

The joy of surviving the disaster and the worry about Xiao Bei intertwined together, making her choke up.

Xiao Bei hugged Bei Li tightly, stroked her back, and comforted her softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid." His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying a magical power, which gradually calmed Bei Li's originally panicked heart.

However, the danger does not end there.

More dark shadows emerged from the crowd and surrounded them.

These dark shadows were dressed in black, with their faces masked, and holding sharp weapons in their hands, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Bei Li grabbed Xiao Bei's sleeve tightly, her eyes full of fear.

She knew that these people were coming for them and that they had no good intentions.

The surrounding immortals had already fled in fear, leaving only the two of them in the square, isolated and helpless.

Xiao Bei protected Bei Li behind him and glanced coldly at the men in black around him.

The long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" Xiao Bei asked in a deep voice.

The man in black did not answer, but just sneered and rushed forward.

The flashing of swords and the cold light were like a gleam of lightning, and the dangerous atmosphere continued to rise.

Xiao Bei waved his sword and neutralized the attacks of the man in black one by one.

His movements were swift and fierce, and each move was powerful, as if to tear the enemy into pieces.

However, the men in black were numerous and cooperated well with each other, so Xiao Bei gradually felt that he was unable to cope with them.

"Xiao Bei, be careful!" Bei Li exclaimed.

A man in black took advantage of Xiao Bei's unpreparedness and attacked him from the side, stabbing Xiao Bei in the back with the sharp blade in his hand.

At the critical moment, Xiao Bei turned around suddenly, swept his sword across, and knocked the black-clothed man's weapon away.

However, more men in black surrounded him, and their attacks became more and more fierce. Xiao Bei gradually felt that he could not withstand it.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and blood stained his clothes red.

Beili looked at Xiao Bei fighting bloody battles, and his heart was filled with worry and heartache.

She knew that if this continued, Xiao Bei would not be able to hold on sooner or later.

"Xiao Bei, what should we do?" Bei Li's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of despair.

Xiao Bei took a deep breath, looked at Bei Li with a firm gaze, and said word by word: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Bei suddenly felt a powerful force surging into his body.

The long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire square...

"Stop!" A low voice sounded in the air.

A sudden shout exploded like thunder, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Mo Yuan's figure appeared above the square, his clothes fluttering and a faint golden light surrounding him, like a god descending from heaven.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a golden barrier instantly enveloped Xiao Bei and Bei Li, blocking all the men in black outside.

The men in black retreated one after another, looking at Mo Yuan in surprise and suspicion.

They obviously did not expect such a powerful existence to suddenly appear, and for a moment they did not dare to act rashly.

"Senior Mo Yuan!" Xiao Bei shouted in surprise.

The wounds on his body still hurt slightly, but he felt a powerful force surge into his body, which rekindled his hope.

Mo Yuan slowly landed on the ground, his eyes sweeping over the men in black with a hint of coldness in them.

"How dare you, such a scoundrel, commit violence and chaos here!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yuan raised his hand again, and a powerful immortal power instantly burst out, turning into countless golden lights and shooting towards the men in black.

The men in black screamed and fell to the ground.

In an instant, all the men in black in the square were dealt with by Mo Yuan alone.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding immortals cheered and expressed their admiration for Mo Yuan in words.

Mo Yuan turned around, looked at Xiao Bei, and smiled slightly, "Are you okay?"

Xiao Bei shook his head and said, "Thank you for your help, Senior."

Mo Yuan nodded and turned his gaze to Bei Li, "

Bei Li lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "I just don't want to see Xiao Bei get hurt."

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "Your courage and wisdom are worthy of praise."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from a distance: "Mo Yuan, do you think you can stop me?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure wearing a black robe and a black hat slowly walking towards them.

His figure was obscured by the bamboo hat, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the powerful aura emanating from him was chilling.

"Who are you?" Mo Yuan asked in a deep voice.

The black-robed man sneered, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I will make you pay the price!"

Mo Yuan's eyes fixed, and he said in a deep voice, "Just you?"

The man in black robe did not speak, but slowly raised his hand. A powerful dark force gathered in his hand, as if to swallow up the entire square.

Xiao Bei's heart trembled, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, looked at the man in black robe with a firm gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Beili, you step back."

Beili looked at Xiao Bei worriedly, but still obediently retreated behind Mo Yuan.

Xiao Bei took a deep breath and pushed the immortal power in his body to the extreme.

The sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, as if to dispel the darkness.

"Come on!" Xiao Bei shouted in a deep voice.

The man in black robe sneered, and the dark power in his hand instantly burst out, turning into a black beam of light and shooting towards Xiao Bei.

Xiao Bei brandished his sword and faced the black beam of light.

The two powerful forces collided with each other, making a deafening roar.

The entire square shook violently, as if it was about to collapse.

"Xiao Bei!" Bei Li exclaimed.

Mo Yuan knew that this was a challenge that Xiao Bei had to face.

Xiao Bei gritted his teeth and poured all his strength into the sword.

The long sword in his hand emitted an even brighter light, fighting against the black beam of light.

"Is this all you can do?" the black-robed man sneered.

Xiao Bei didn't say anything, but just swung his sword even harder.

The confrontation between the two forces became increasingly fierce, and the entire square was shrouded in a dazzling light.

"You..." The man in black robe suddenly let out a muffled groan.

The long sword in Xiao Bei's hand suddenly burst out with an even more powerful force, defeating the black beam of light.

The black-robed man stumbled back.

"You..." The man in black robe spoke again, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Bei ignored the man in black robe. He swung the sword in his hand again, and a golden sword energy cut through the void and shot towards the man in black robe.

Black Robe Man

The golden sword energy instantly penetrated the black-robed man's body and knocked him away.

The man in black robe fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

Xiao Bei slowly put away his sword and looked at the black-robed man lying on the ground with cold eyes.

"You..." The man in black robe raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of resentment.

"Who are you anyway?"

Xiao Bei didn't answer. He slowly walked towards the black-robed man and raised the sword in his hand again...