Simultaneous travel: Not eating beef

"The Daoist Master of Immortality!"

"The Daoist Master of Immortality!"

They were almost at Zhang Lingyu's room when someone suddenly caught up with them.

Bai Yu turned around and saw that the newcomers were Zhang Lingyu's two junior disciples.

Panting, the man with the mustache quickly said, "Master Changsheng, please come with me. A private room has been arranged for you."

"Hmm." Bai Yu nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it. Lead the way."

Wang was now behind Bai Yu again, though no one knew when.

Bai Yu said disdainfully, "Junior brother, you were just keeping your distance from me, but now you're coming over again. What, are you trying to freeload off my private room?"

I put in the effort, and you just enjoy it?

You get all the good things.

Wang wasn't embarrassed at all, and said with a grin, "I'm a sorcerer, after all, I seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

The new room is nice, but there's only one room and one bed.

This time it was Wang Ye's turn to act shamelessly; he insisted on sleeping on the floor.

After making a few sarcastic remarks, the two put down their things and continued on their way to the venue.

As noon approached, the area was already packed with people.

The strange people gathered in twos and threes to chat.

A wooden platform stands in the center; this is the podium.

Not long after Bai Yu and Wang Ye arrived, the Old Celestial Master and several of the Ten Elders arrived.

The old master stood on the stage and said some polite words before announcing the official start of the lottery.

The first competition adopted a free-for-all format, with four people forming a group, and one winner being selected.

Then, 32 people will be eliminated in a five-round competition to determine the champion.

The five groups, A, B, C, and D, proceeded sequentially in two separate venues.

They took turns drawing lots, and it took more than half an hour before it was Bai Yu's turn.

"Ding, Azure Dragon." Bai Yu looked at the slip of paper in his hand and murmured.

When it was Wang Ye's turn, he glanced at it and said, "Yi, Vermilion Bird."

Which group is Zhang Chulan in?

After thinking for a while, Bai Yu realized that he couldn't remember.

That was a very long time ago.

"Everyone..." The old master began to explain the rules again.

After scanning the scene and spotting the target, Bai Yu stepped forward and asked, "Brother Zhuge, what kind of fortune slip is this?"

Zhuge Qing gave Bai Yu a strange look and said, "Yi Lvgui, what's wrong, Brother Bai? Can't wait to spar with me?"

"No, I'm just curious." With that, Bai Yu turned and left.

Seeing this, Zhuge Qing scratched his head and muttered, "Something's strange."

After searching around, Bai Yu approached Zhang Chulan and asked, "Zhang Chulan, what kind of fortune slip is this?"

As he was asking the question, Bai Yu suddenly caught sight of Zhang Lingyu and quickly waved, saying, "Zhang Lingyu, come here quickly!"

Upon hearing the summons, Zhang Lingyu glanced in this direction, then snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He wouldn't go over if two of the people he hated most were together.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yu suddenly shouted, "If you don't come over, I'll reveal your little secret!"

With a sudden thud, Zhang Lingyu's body stiffened, and after a moment of struggle, she turned and walked towards Bai Yu.

"Wow~." Zhang Chulan's eyes widened in disbelief. His proud junior uncle had actually been taken advantage of.

"Can you tell me a little secret?" Zhang Chulan whispered.

He had already begun to fantasize about how he would manipulate Zhang Lingyu in the future.

"No."

Being rejected because of my looks made me feel instantly inferior.

"What is it?" Zhang Lingyu asked coldly.

"Come on, let's see what groups we're in," Bai Yu said, holding out his own slip of paper.

After exchanging a glance, Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan also took out their own slips of paper.

Zhang Lingyu, Ding, Baihu.

Zhang Chulan, B, White Tiger.

In an instant, Bai Yu's brain was working at lightning speed.

Right, all right.

Wang Ye's divination results were exactly as he had guessed; he had come to help the Old Master eliminate Zhuge Qing.

Damn it, I really hate these fortune tellers. They're even more prescient than me, a time traveler with God's perspective.

Cursing inwardly, Bai Yu winked at Zhang Lingyu and said, "Oh dear, this is terrible! Someone has been grouped with me. He probably won't make it to the finals and will miss out on the Celestial Master title."

Zhang Lingyu's face was very ugly, and he glared at Zhang Chulan fiercely.

Zhang Chulan: ? ? ?

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath and said, "Don't think you're really invincible. Two years ago was two years ago, and now is now. Do you think I've been doing nothing for the past two years? Humph~."

He stormed off in a huff.

Zhang Chulan asked Bai Yu with an innocent look on his face, "Master Bai, do you... do you know why Zhang Lingyu hates me so much?"

I haven't done anything to offend him.

"This matter, let me tell you..." Bai Yu put one hand on Zhang Chulan's shoulder and whispered:

"Do you remember your lightning magic? You are blue, which is the normal color of lightning. But what color is Zhang Lingyu?"

Zhang Chulan asked in confusion, "Black?"

Bai Yu said, "Yes, they are both thunder magic from the Celestial Master's Mansion, so why are your colors different?"

"His...his is more powerful?"

"Impressive my foot! It's neither as aesthetically pleasing nor as powerful as your lightning magic."

"Ah? Impossible?"

Bai Yu chuckled sinisterly, "Let me tell you a secret, it's all because he's no longer a virgin, so he's not qualified to cultivate your Pure Thunder Technique. His is a knock-off, yours is the real deal."

So, the reason he doesn't get along with you is because of jealousy—jealous that you can use genuine products while he can only use counterfeit ones.

Bai Yu could sense that Zhang Chulan's already not very robust physique was shrinking.

He stared blankly, "No...not a virgin, jealous...jealous that I'm a virgin?"

This kind of jealousy...

It would be better to just kill him!

Bai Yu grabbed Zhang Chulan and said, "Zhang Chulan, you mustn't feel inferior. What's there to feel inferior about being a virgin? I'm a virgin too, and I'm not inferior at all."

These thoughts of ordinary people are completely unimportant.

Only virgins can achieve twice the results with half the effort in cultivation. Our innate Qi locks our bodies, which is a superior ability in the world of supernatural beings. How can you feel inferior?

"This is outrageous! To help you muster up some courage, come with me. Let's go laugh at Zhang Lingyu together. Come on, stand tall and be a real man!"

Without thinking twice, Bai Yu dragged Zhang Chulan back to Zhang Lingyu.

"Wait, wait, don't do anything rash!" Zhang Chulan's expression was worse than crying.

He didn't want to act so proudly.

It can't stand up at all.

He had initially felt a little comforted because Bai Yu was also a virgin, but this older brother's thought process was completely different from normal people, and he extinguished that comfort in the blink of an eye.

"What are you doing now?" Zhang Lingyu asked impatiently.

First, I looked around. Because the competition was in the afternoon, the crowd had gradually dispersed.

Coughing, Bai Yu patted Zhang Chulan on the back and said, "Chest out, head up, stomach in, buttocks sticking out."

Like military training, Zhang Chulan was thoroughly disciplined.

Bai Yu glanced around again and whispered, "Zhang Lingyu, standing in front of you right now are two... virgins!"

Hehehehe, feel the mockery from a virgin.

He patted Zhang Chulan on the back and said in a deep voice, "Laugh, or I'll reveal your secret that you're a virgin, and then you'll be the one being laughed at."

Zhang Chulan: (?｀w′?)

Zhang Lingyu: (??v_v??:)

Zhang Lingyu felt the pressure emanating from the virgin.