Not satisfied! First burst of style!

  Tang Zihao narrowed his eyes, remaining silent and speechless. On the other hand, Jinyu Yao kept talking non-stop, explaining Luo Junjie's family background clearly. The two returned to the peak, where they saw their master walking towards them, and immediately called out.

  "Master."

  The man in grey, Han Lin, stopped in his tracks and looked at them for a moment, his eyes falling on Tang Zihao's body. "In a few days, the Immortal Gate will hold a grand competition," he asked, "are you interested?"

  As soon as he spoke, Jin Yumo was taken aback and looked at Tang Zihao. Did Master want him to participate in the upcoming Xianmen Grand Competition? The Xianmen Grand Competition was a competition where only the most outstanding disciples of each peak would participate, with each peak selecting only one or two disciples to participate. If they won, they could obtain a Zhuqi Dan and some cultivation pills that could enhance their strength as rewards. But here, she had thought it would be their Eldest Senior Brother who would go, so why did Master want Tang Zihao to go? Wasn't Tang Zihao's strength even more formidable than Eldest Senior Brother's?

  At this thought, a strange feeling flashed across his heart, and his gaze at him also carried a hint of expectation.

  "Master, do you want me to go?" Tang Zihao looked at the grey-robed man in front of him, his master, Han Lin. This was the man who had pulled him out when he was at his darkest, introducing him to the world of cultivation and guiding him on his path, instructing him in his practice. He felt a deep gratitude towards him.

  Han Lin glanced at him and turned around with his hands behind his back: "This time's prize includes a Foundation Establishment Pill and some pills that can help you advance, your strength has already reached the peak of the Refining Qi stage, so you really need this Foundation Establishment Pill."

  What! His strength has already reached the peak of the Refining Qi stage?

  Jin Yu Yao stared at Tang Zihao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, in shock. In just two years? He didn't know that some people in the Xianmen had cultivated for half their lives and still couldn't reach his level. Even among their master's disciples, the strongest senior brother, who was already over thirty, only had the strength of Qi Refining Seventh Stage. Compared to him, Tang Zihao seemed like a monster, having achieved this in just two years? No, to be precise, it should be said that he had done it in just over a year. In such a short time, his strength had already surpassed hers?

  Why did he have to hide his strength and let others look down on him? If he showed off this strength, no one in the immortal door would dare to bully him again. After all, with such a short period of time, he had achieved such a high level of cultivation, and his future achievements could be imagined...

  Upon hearing this, Tang Zihao's eyes flashed slightly. Indeed! He had already reached the peak of Qi Refining and had been stuck at the threshold of Foundation Establishment due to his recent inability to break through. In the world of cultivation, Foundation Establishment Pills were extremely precious, and only a handful of alchemists would auction them off at auctions. Only disciples who excelled in the great competition within the sect or those who brought honor to the sect would be rewarded with such pills. As for him, if he wanted to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill to help him advance to this new stage, it seemed that his only hope lay in the grand competition within the sect.

  He raised his eyes and looked at his master steadily, asking: "Master, what do you think are the chances of me winning?"

  Jinyu Yao's eyes were fixed on him, holding her breath. What chance did Master think he had of winning?

  Han Lin turned around and looked at him deeply: "If you want to win, then you can win."

  Jin Yu Yao only felt a loud rumble in her heart, and couldn't quite put into words what kind of feeling it was. "You think you can win, then you can win?" This was the high evaluation that Master had given? Could it be that he, who had only entered the Immortal Sect for just over a year, could already defeat the disciples in the sect and become the first?

  "Uh-huh, I'll follow Master's arrangement." Tang Zihao nodded and gazed up at the sky. Once he entered the Foundation Establishment stage, he could go find his sister. Where would she be now?

  "In that case, you go back and rest first! Don't practice for the next two days either, relax properly, and wait for the Immortal Gate Competition in a few days."

  Jin Yu Yao smiled and said "Zi Hao, I'll push you back." Then she turned to her master and said "Master, let's go."

  Han Lin glanced at her, looked away and said: "Go!" He paused until they left before looking in their direction, his eyes flashing slightly, then stepped out.

  "Zi Hao, have you reached the peak of refining your Qi? When did this happen? I didn't even know." Jin Yu Yao pushed him, speaking beside him in a voice filled with obvious joy and excitement, as if his achievement was closely related to her own.

  He didn't answer her words, but grasped the wheelchair with both hands and said: "You go back! I can go back by myself."

  "I'm not busy now, so let me accompany you! Besides, aren't you going to be the Great Immortal of the Mystic Gate in a few days? My information is more accurate than yours, I can tell you who to pay attention to and who not to worry about." Seeing his silence, she suddenly appeared in front of him, her eyes reddening with a look of grievance: "Zi Hao, are you ignoring me because your powers have grown stronger? Do you know that during the time you were brought back by Master and were unconscious, I took care of you without even changing my clothes? Don't you understand how I feel about you?"

  Tang Zihao remained silent, not uttering a word for half a moment. She knew his thoughts all too well. Perhaps it was because she had taken care of him during the time he was unconscious that he allowed her to follow him by his side. However, for some unknown reason, although she always smiled and made an effort to please him, there were times when her actions and words did not meet with his approval, and as a result, he could never bring himself to have a good impression of her.

  "Zi Hao..."

  "I know how you feel about me, but Yuyao, don't waste your thoughts on me. Look at me, I'm just a person who can't even stand up straight, I can't give you any happiness. Moreover, the most important thing is that I don't have the heart to think about those romantic things either, do you understand?"

  As soon as she heard this, she couldn't help but get anxious, grasped his hand and said: "But I just like you! I just like you! It's okay if you don't like me now, after a long time, you will definitely like me, Zihao, don't reject me, you know I've never been so attentive to a man before, Zihao..."

  Upon hearing this, he let out a sigh and gazed deeply at her before withdrawing his hand and leaving without another word. No woman had ever confessed to him before, and although he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't bring himself to reject her again after the first time. After all, she had been taking care of him devotedly despite his inability to move around easily, even though she had some ulterior motives. He hoped that this wouldn't harm anyone else, or herself in the future.

  Watching him push the wheelchair away, Jinyu Yao gritted her teeth and followed him with a thick face, not caring whether he was listening or not, and said some things about the sect in his ear, telling him about some of the stronger points of the more outstanding disciples who would be competing in the upcoming trial.

  However, after just a few hours, Han Lin's disciples, led by his eldest disciple, found out that Tang Zihao was participating in the Immortal Gate Competition. They rushed to Tang Zihao's hut, one after another, their faces filled with anger. At this moment, Jinyu Yao happened to leave, saying she was going back to get something for him.

  "Tang's surname! Come out for me!" A man in his thirties, Sun Xing, Han Lin's eldest disciple, shouted angrily. He was a seven-stage cultivator and one of the more outstanding among several disciples. They all thought he would participate in this year's Immortal Gate Competition, but unexpectedly, Tang Zihao appeared out of nowhere and snatched the opportunity away. For those in the Qi Refining stage, the Foundation Establishment Pill was precious, and this chance was hard to come by. He had put in a lot of effort for this Immortal Gate Competition, only to be told that Tang Zihao would go instead!

  He can't swallow this tone!

  A foot kicked open the door, and Tang Zihao was sitting on the bed cultivating. He had his legs crossed, eyes closed, and a resolute expression on his handsome face. His features were good-looking but not delicate, instead exuding a strong masculine aura, a perfect manly charm. However, this stunningly handsome man was crippled, unable to walk with both feet! Heaven gave him an excellent appearance, yet at the same time, it also ruined his excellent physique. He would never be able to stand up straight and proud like them in front of everyone! Moreover, this kid's innate talent for cultivation had always been mediocre, and it was only because their master didn't know what he was thinking that he accepted such a cripple as a disciple, making people laugh!

  The door was kicked open with a loud crash, and the wooden door was shattered into several pieces scattered all over the floor. Tang Zihao, who had been closing his eyes, opened them wide, staring at Sun Yang, who was standing behind him with a furious expression, accompanied by several disciples.

  "How dare you, Tang Zihao! How long have you been under Master's tutelage? What qualifications do you have to replace me in the Xianmen Grand Competition? What qualifications do you have to take my place?" Sun Xing was furious, grabbing Tang Zihao's collar and shouting at him. Tang Zihao looked at him calmly, allowing himself to be grabbed for a long time.

  "Let go."

  A low voice came out of Tang Zihao's mouth, he didn't move, his eyes were still the same as before, but the aura emanating from his body made Sun Xing's heart skip a beat, and the hand grasping his chest also loosened involuntarily. The next moment, Tang Zihao slightly furrowed his brow and swept his hand across his collar, his expression as if he had been touched by something dirty.

  "Ah!" He saw him and angrily struck again, but this time he couldn't touch him. A force pushed him away, forcing him to retreat several steps until he bumped into the disciples standing by the door.

  "You, you..."

  "You are their senior brother, but not mine. I think you understand this." He looked at them coldly, his gaze sweeping over the few people before continuing, "If there's any dissatisfaction, you can go find Master. I believe Master will give you a reasonable answer." Since entering Master's sect, he had never gotten along with these few people. Usually, they wouldn't even exchange half a sentence, each going their separate ways. Although he knew his joining would bring about their discontent, for some unimportant people, there was no need to consider their feelings.

  Jinyu Yao, who had returned halfway, saw this scene from a distance and was frightened, hastily turning her head to find her master. If they really fought, it wouldn't be good. They were all disciples of the same master, and whoever lost would make their master lose face. Moreover, she didn't want to see them bully Tang Zihao alone. She quickly turned her gaze and ran towards her master's house.

  "Hmph! Don't use Master to intimidate me! You dared to snatch my position and replace me in the Xianmen Grand Competition, so show me what you're capable of. Otherwise, I won't acknowledge you!" An angry voice burst out from Sun Xing's mouth as he clenched his fists, staring at Tang Zihao, seemingly waiting for him to make a move. However, Tang Zihao acted as if he hadn't seen him and got off the bed, moving himself into a wheelchair, treating him like he was invisible.

  "Tang Zihao!" Once again ignored, his spiritual power surged up instantly, and with a swift step forward, he angrily swung a fist at him, completely forgetting the lesson he had just been taught by being pushed back by an unseen force.

  "What is this!"

  A majestic voice came, and Sun Xing's fist, which was about to be thrown out, suddenly stopped in mid-air. He turned his head to look back, and saw that his master, dressed in a gray robe with an air of majesty, was standing at the door, frowning as he looked at them.

  "Zi Hao, are you alright?" Jin Yu Yao rushed in quickly.

  Tang Zihao raised his eyes and glanced at her, his gaze sweeping over to Han Lin standing outside the door: "Master."

  Han Lin stepped in, and the few people who were originally blocking the door retreated to the side, lowering their heads and not daring to look at him. Sun Xing also had a few points of respect for him in his heart, and now seeing him again, he looked at Tang Zihao, and the anger in his chest surged up again.

  "Master, I don't understand!"

  Han Lin glanced at him and walked into the house slowly, saying: "I don't understand why the Immortal Gate's Grand Competition would let him go?"

  "Yes!"

  Under his sleeve, he clenched his fist. He had always been respectful to him, but why did he have to be so biased? Tang Zihao was just a man who had followed him for two years and was crippled in both legs, what made him so pleasing to his eyes? He had followed him for many years, couldn't he compare to a cripple?

  He suppressed his anger and discontent, Han Lin looked at Tang Zihao who was sitting in a wheelchair with his hands behind his back and said: "Although the Xianmen Grand Competition is a competition to test each other's skills, there are not a few people who have been injured or killed. The master of the sect has ordered that the match be stopped as soon as someone yields, but think about it, how many disciples really yield?" His voice paused, he turned his body and looked out at the sky outside.

  "They seize such opportunities and will not let go, taking advantage of the opportunity to severely injure people and leave them with lasting damage. There are absolutely no exceptions. Let's just say that three years ago, during the Xianmen Grand Competition, 58 people went on stage to compete, nine were killed by their opponents, 13 were seriously injured and disabled, and more than a dozen were bedridden for half a year. Only a very small number of people managed to escape with minor injuries. Do you think I don't want you to go because...?" He glanced at them: "Dan medicine is precious, but it's far less important than one's life."

  After hearing his words, Sun Xing was stunned and thought back to the deaths and injuries on the stage in previous years. They had never paid attention to this before, only noticing how precious the elixir on the stage was and who the person was who obtained it after winning. At this moment, hearing him say this, the fire in his heart dissipated by more than half, but...

  "If Master says so, then why did he let Tang Zihao go? Is my strength not as good as his? Or does Master think that I will definitely not succeed if I go, while he can?"

  Seeing him like this, Han Lin stepped out and said: "Zi Hao, you just compare with him, let him be convinced."

  "Yes." Tang Zihao responded with a single word, glanced at Sun Xing, and pushed the wheelchair out.

  Sun Xing was taken aback, quickly regained his composure, and immediately took large strides to walk out. He didn't believe he would lose to a cripple!

  Outside the house, Tang Zihao sat in a wheelchair, while Sun Xing stood opposite him. Next to them were Han Lin and several disciples, with Jin Yuyao standing on one side, looking excited. The master had never allowed them to intervene, even when they occasionally went to find trouble for him, without seeing him take action. Now it was possible to see, truly expected, whether he could win against the great senior brother or not?

  "Let's get started!" Han Lin said.

  Sun Xing suddenly surged forward with a fierce punch, but Tang Zihao didn't flinch. Just as Sun Xing approached within three steps, Tang Zihao slapped his hands on the wheelchair and it spun around, moving at an incredible speed to appear behind Sun Xing. A burst of energy shot out from Tang Zihao's palm, striking Sun Xing's back with a loud crash, sending him tumbling forward. He rolled on the ground several times before scrambling to his feet, only to see Tang Zihao standing steadily on the ground.

  "This, this, this can't be!" He looked at him incredulously, got up from the ground and rushed towards him again. This time, the wind blade in his hand struck out, carrying a fierce killing intent, causing the few people on the side to feel their hearts skip a beat.

  Big Brother has made up his mind to kill!

  Several people couldn't help but look at the master beside them, seeing that he was still calm and composed, and it was unclear whether he had confidence in Tang Zihao or what. He was also watching this scene unfold with a nonchalant expression. However, their concerns in their hearts turned into astonishment and incredulity in the next moment.

  Only to see, Tang Zihao suddenly lifted his spirits and let his entire body spin up, the dense spiritual power that permeated his whole body shocked them all. Such spiritual power was even stronger than their senior brother's. Looking at him, although he wore a plain gray robe, yet, his spinning body had an extraordinary posture that made him stand out from the ordinary. His wide gray robe fluttered with his spiritual power, and his black hair flew about, giving off a wild beauty. His face, originally full of masculine charm, sank down, probably because he saw Sun Xing and felt a chill in his heart, born of murderous intent. Yet, this version of him made the other men look at him in astonishment, feeling that he was like a dragon lurking beneath the lake's surface, submerged in the water, waiting for the right moment to burst forth and soar into the sky, surpassing the nine heavens...