My Senior Brother Is Invincible Under Heaven

"Brothers, cheer with me! Let's show our support for Senior Brother!"

The moment Xin Daorong and Niu Xuante saw Senior Brother appear, they immediately raised the Loudhailers in their hands and called out to the group of young disciples behind them.

"Senior Brother, you're the most handsome! We love you without question!"

"At the pinnacle of Dou Qi, he stands proud above the world—my Senior Brother can defy the heavens!"

"Who dares fight my Senior Brother to the death? You mere ants!"

The Misty Cloud Sect disciples had been won over long ago. One after another, they raised banners and waved flags in support.

They already held Senior Brother in immense reverence, so not one of them was unwilling. On the contrary, they were incredibly excited and full of fighting spirit.

"Hey, you short, fat disciple over there! What are you doing? What's your name?"

One of the family elders could no longer stand it and rose to bark a rebuke.

"Speak my name, and you'll leap in fright! I am Xin Daorong, the number one lackey of Yun Shenwei, Chief Disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect!"

Xin Daorong shook his fat body, took a step forward with the Loudhailer, and shouted loudly.

"Hmph. Is it appropriate for a junior like you to speak to a senior that way?"

Another family elder could not bear it either and stood up to scold him.

"Senior, you can't put it that way. My Senior Brother is invincible under heaven! We're here to cheer for him from the bottom of our hearts. What's wrong with that? Besides, this is a competition for us young people. You're outdated."

Niu Xuante was tall and skinny like a bamboo pole. As he spoke, he touched the tie beneath his neck. Though he had no idea where such a strange outfit came from, he always felt especially impressive whenever he touched the tie.

"That's right! My Senior Brother is invincible under heaven!"

"Exactly! Your family geniuses are nothing but chickens and dogs. Once my Senior Brother steps up, he'll knock them all down in minutes!"

"You clowns dare spout nonsense here? Believe it or not, my Senior Brother will slap your family juniors so hard they won't recognize their own parents!"

The other Misty Cloud Sect disciples seized the chance to step forward as well. They were united in righteous indignation. At a time like this, there was strength in numbers. As long as everyone stood together, it was no big deal. Besides, this was their home ground. If they could not even speak boldly at their own doorstep, would that be acceptable? For so many years, these people from other families had always been arrogant and provocative toward generations of Misty Cloud Sect disciples.

If the sect had not forbidden large-scale internal conflict, generations of Misty Cloud Sect disciples would have fought these affiliated families long ago.

"You infuriate me!"

"Outrageous! You juniors have no manners at all!"

"Is this how the Misty Cloud Sect treats its guests?"

The elders of the other families were furious. They had never expected these juniors to be so provocative! They had originally planned to bring their family juniors here to humiliate the Misty Cloud Sect disciples in this competition, yet before the competition had even begun, they had already been provoked. And as elders, they could not bully the young. Besides, there were too many Misty Cloud Sect disciples joining in the jeering.

"Ahem, Junior Brothers, Junior Sisters, and Senior Sisters, quiet down. Don't praise me like that. I'm a very low-key person—you're making me embarrassed. Besides, leave these seniors a little dignity. They traveled thousands of miles to come to our Misty Cloud Sect, and that was not easy.

"More importantly, even though they knew they would lose terribly in this competition, they still participated without hesitation. That kind of courage is worthy of our admiration. Don't you all agree? If you think I'm right, give me some applause."

Yun Shenwei stopped his motorcycle, leaped off with effortless flair, then spread his arms and spoke loudly.

"Senior Brother is wise, mighty, and extraordinarily magnanimous. As expected of the foremost figure of our younger generation. If we had his level of awareness, perhaps we would have broken through to higher realms long ago."

"Hahaha! Senior Brother is the light of righteousness, shining upon the land of the Misty Cloud Sect!"

"I love him! We should learn from Senior Brother and leave some dignity for the trash from the other families."

For a time, the Misty Cloud Sect disciples became uproarious again, shouting wildly. The scene was like a mountain-shaking tsunami.

"Damn it! Sect Leader Yun Yun, is this how your Misty Cloud Sect treats its guests?"

Mo Cheng, the elder leading the Mo Family delegation, clasped his hands toward Yun Yun as he spoke.

"That's right. We traveled thousands of miles merely to abide by the sect's rules. Is that also wrong?"

"Please clarify, Sect Leader Yun Yun. If you look down on us, we will leave of our own accord."

The elders of the other families followed suit. They had no intention of arguing with the younger disciples and instead fixed their eyes on the Misty Cloud Sect's upper ranks.

Yun Yun could naturally tell that these old fellows were speaking with hidden meaning. Just as she was about to reply, Yun Shenwei below spoke first.

"Hey, seniors, why make things difficult for Sect Leader Yun Yun? Since you came to compete, why not keep it clean and straightforward? Stop putting on this hypocritical act. Don't think I don't know that you all want to defeat our Misty Cloud Sect disciples and use that opportunity to raise your own status."

Yun Shenwei strode to the center of the plaza. He first waved at Nalan Yanran in the distance, then clasped his hands and said, "Sect Leader, this disciple has a better proposal for this competition. May I present it?"

Yun Yun's beautiful eyes shifted. She had no idea what Yun Shenwei was plotting, but given their private relationship as sworn siblings, she could not rebuke him. She could only let him act as he pleased.

The other three First Elders glared furiously. Since the Sect Leader had not spoken, these old men did not dare overstep their authority.

"Speak. As long as it is reasonable, this Sect Leader will naturally agree."

Yun Yun's voice was clear, her authority undiminished.

"The yearly competition among the younger generation is too complicated and wastes too much of everyone's time. As cultivators, time is what we value most. It was already no easy matter for everyone to come here, and we cannot delay the others' cultivation. Therefore, I suggest that we make this competition more straightforward and hold a grand melee.

"In other words, everyone may enter the plaza and fight for survival. The last person standing will take first place, with the remaining rankings determined in reverse order."

As Yun Shenwei spoke, his gaze swept across everyone present.

"Hmph. You must have selfish motives for proposing that. Everyone knows your Misty Cloud Sect has so many people. Doing this would give you an even greater advantage."

At once, Mo Wu, the Mo Family's genius, stood up and spoke. With him taking the lead, the younger members of several other families followed suit.

"Then how about this? I'll challenge every family disciple present by myself first. That should keep you from feeling dissatisfied."

Yun Shenwei gave a cold smile and shot back without yielding an inch.

I never expected this book to actually have readers. It truly took me by surprise. I've been writing alone for a long time, and occasionally seeing a comment or two makes me laugh. This book was first published on Chuangshi, so the style is more wild and not particularly refined. Readers on Qidian may prefer more reasonable plots, and I'll do my best. After all, it's impossible to cater to every style, so I hope everyone understands. I can at least keep updating steadily; I can't do much else. The results have never been very good, which is rather embarrassing. But it doesn't matter. One must still have dreams.