Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

Yu Xiangwan took advantage of the moonlight to sneak back to his own courtyard, and only then did his heartbeat return to normal.

Then he thought of the palpitations he felt before he fainted, and his eyes became as dark as ink.

When I was young, the palpitations were just a slight feeling. Later, they became dull pains, and then they became excruciating heartaches. Until today, the pain is so severe that I am suffocating and I am completely unconscious.

The only change is...

His...cultivation.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the sensitivity, and the more uncontrollable the palpitations.

He also tried to find a pattern in his heart palpitations, but unfortunately, there was no pattern at all.

They all happen randomly, regardless of location or situation.

This time it was fainting, what about next time?

Will there be someone who happens to catch him next time?

Wood spiritual power emitting a green halo gradually condensed in Yu Xiangwan's palm. He stared at it blankly, his expression somewhat confused.

After a while, the confusion in those cold and clear eyes disappeared, and his five fingers gently gathered together, holding the cluster of halo in his hands. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he was determined.

Life is either death or life.

Instead of stopping practicing to maintain stability, it is better to practice hard to find the cause.

He no longer wanted to be a fish on someone else's chopping board. He wanted to be the knife that decided life and death, and the hand that held the handle.

He was uneasy about putting his fate on that tiny hope, and it was safer to hold it in his own hands.

Strength is the confidence.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window and unexpectedly looked towards Ye Zhenan's small bamboo courtyard.

Senior brother should be practicing, right?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiangwan stopped slacking off and immediately calmed down and started practicing.

He decided that from now on his training time would strictly follow Ye Zhen'an's.

Ye Zhenan rested while he had his meal!

Ye Zhen'an practices, let him practice!

Ye Zhen'an refines weapons while he refines pills!

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan were involved until the second round of the sect competition began.

Yu Xiangwan stood up only when he saw Ye Zhen'an coming out of his courtyard door, which was always closed.

Pursed her lips slightly.

He hadn't had a drop of water for three days, and suddenly he remembered that Ye Zhen'an seemed to never rest or eat.

Just closing your eyes all day is practicing.

Yu Xiangwan secretly looked at his empty stomach and sighed.

It's just a mere desire for food. Why can Ye Zhen'an persist in fasting, but he can't?

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an flew on their swords and appeared one after another on the Diancui Peak, on the arena.

What comes into view is a huge arena that can accommodate thousands of people.

The green peaks are as high as a screen and pierce the sky, while the green cliffs are covered with clouds and mist.

The arena is suspended between cliffs, and the spectator stands are on a mountain peak dozens of meters away from the arena. The chairs are made of auspicious cloud white jade. Just by raising your eyes slightly, you can see everything on the arena below.

There was a lot of noise as disciples from various sects took their seats one after another.

Not long after all the disciples arrived, the elders from various sects came slowly.

The elder of Fuyao Sect flew to the arena, and the noisy voices around him gradually died down.

The voice of the Fuyao Sect elder was solemn and majestic, and it traveled through the air to the ears of everyone present.

"For the second round, please invite the remaining 400 people from the first round to the arena. You will be divided into two groups. The top 100 remaining on the arena will proceed to the next round of the finals."

"You cannot use magical weapons above the Earth Rank, you cannot destroy people's foundations, or harm their lives."

"The second round of competition begins."

As soon as the elder of Fuyao Sect finished speaking, he disappeared from the arena. The next time I looked, he had appeared on the stands reserved for elders.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an looked at each other, then stood up and flew to the arena together, occupying a corner on the edge of the arena.

There seemed to be no protective measures around the arena. Looking down from here, the cliffs were covered with green and formed an abyss with no bottom in sight.

However, Yu Xiangwan knew clearly that if he was knocked down, there would definitely be clouds and mist to lift him up, just like the Yujian Peak arena.

However, within a short moment, the arena was filled with disciples from various sects. They attacked swiftly as soon as they got on the stage. Some disciples were even knocked off the cliff before they even reached the arena.

Only Xiang Wan was peaceful. When someone was fighting nearby, they just walked around him and Ye Zhen'an.

After all, the goal of the second round is only to stay in the top 100 on the arena. No one is stupid and will rashly attack Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan whose cultivation level is unclear.

Yu Xiangwan quietly looked at the people on the arena, his fiery red disciple uniform fluttering in the wind, looking very comfortable.

There were people on the stage that he knew, and there were also people that he didn't know.

Li Zhi, Shen Ling, Wen Nanxin, Ji Qianqiu, Su Rouxin, Luo Yuanzhi, Song Qinghe, Yu Jiaoyue...

When Yu Xiangwan saw Yu Jiaoyue wearing the yellow uniform of a direct disciple not far away, his gaze paused. Why was there a small tail behind Changle?

No, why did he suddenly realize that every time he saw Yu Jiaoyue, there was the shadow of Song Qinghe?

Yu Jiaoyue also saw Yu Xiangwan at this time. The girl used a strong wind to knock the disciple in front of her, whose cultivation was lower than hers, off the cliff, and then she jumped happily and ran towards Yu Xiangwan.

The yellow figure dances delicately and gracefully, with a sweet smile.

"elder brother."

Yu Xiangwan nodded absentmindedly, looking with complicated eyes at Song Qinghe who was following Yu Jiaoyue as he expected.

Song Qinghe met Yu Xiangwan's complicated gaze and greeted him gracefully, as if he was not the one who had just kicked the Yunshang Sect disciple off the cliff.

"Senior Brother Xiang Wan."

Then he looked at Ye Zhenan who was standing beside him.

"Brother Zhen'an."

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an nodded slightly without saying much.

Yu Xiangwan then looked at Yu Jiaoyue's pretty and confused face, as if he was casually chatting with her.

"Are you in a group with Junior Brother Qinghe?"

Yu Jiaoyue was unaware of her brother's temptation and worry, and nodded gracefully.

Originally, she wanted to be in a group with her senior sister from the same sect, but when she was chatting with Song Qinghe, she found that no one was willing to be in a group with her, so the two of them were in a group. After all, it didn't matter who they were in a group with, right?

As long as I can advance smoothly and don't bring shame to my master and brother, that's enough.

Yu Jiaoyue didn't know that it wasn't that no one wanted to be in the same group with Song Qinghe, but that Song Qinghe was not polite to anyone and didn't want to be in the same group with others.

When Song Qinghe heard Yu Xiangwan's test, he showed no emotion on his face or in his eyes. He just stood aside, half a step behind Yu Jiaoyue, looking frank and honest.

However, Ye Zhenan on the side looked at him meaningfully.

Yu Xiangwan felt a little ashamed when he saw Ye Zhen'an's look.

Doesn’t Ye Zhen’an care about nothing except cultivation?

What does it mean to look at him suddenly like that?

Without thinking too much, a quarter of the people left on the stage were eliminated, and now some people have started to attack them.

The disciples and elders from various sects in the stands finally saw that several people on the arena, who were not affected at all by the fighting of others, were about to join the battle. Only then did they feel that the arena suddenly became much more harmonious.

From the very beginning, Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an just stood aside and watched others compete quietly. If they were not in the wrong position, with their leisurely and relaxed appearance, people who didn't know the situation would have thought they were just spectators.

Facing the sudden fierce palm wind coming towards Yu Jiaoyue, Yu Xiangwan flashed in front of Yu Jiaoyue and shattered the palm wind with a sword.

"Changle, go deal with the one next to him who has lower cultivation."

Yu Xiangwan did not lower his voice, so not only Yu Jiaoyue heard it, but also the disciple with low cultivation level who was preparing for a sneak attack on the opposite side.

The Yunmiao Sect disciple who failed in his sneak attack and was mocked instead: "..."

You can hurt, but don’t insult!

Yu Jiaoyue naturally had no idea what others were thinking. After hearing her brother's words, she just nodded obediently and flew to distance herself from the Yunmiao Sect disciple with low cultivation level. It was more appropriate for a cultivator to attack from a distance.

Although she has made some progress in physical training, she knows her own limitations and dares not be blindly overconfident.