The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Since arriving on Blue Star, Tang Rao has never truly been at ease.

Have you ever seen a normal person who plots and plans every move? You could say that from the moment Tang Rao set foot on Blue Star, he has acted with utmost caution, calculating every step.

Although he never said it, Yan Wei knew that, in reality, Tang Rao deeply resented having to schematize. But he had no choice; he had to be careful and advance strategically because, in the event of a mistake, he would lose all opportunities.

Tang Rao is not afraid of death. He can brave any danger for his friends and family, but more than anything, he is unwilling to endure the agony of powerlessly watching others die again.

In a sense, this guy is pitiful—so pitiable that it tugged at Yan Wei's heart.

"But, but I can't help but worry. The longer this drags on, the more anxious I become." Tang Rao tugged at his hair.

When he hadn't received any news, it was bearable, but once he got a hint of information, he found his entire state thrown into disorder.

This disorder was something Tang Rao couldn't even calm; it erupted from deep within, completely out of control.

"Tang Rao, calm down for me," Yan Wei raised his voice by several degrees, "What's the use in behaving like this? Only the calmest mind can manage the most troublesome matters. You always tell others that; don't let your emotions guide you, don't fail to follow your own advice when it's your turn."

Tang Rao remained silent, his breathing heavy.

"Besides, being anxious won't help now, just take it slow, you will find it eventually. After all this time, there's no need to rush." Yan Wei continued, needing Tang Rao to remain calm. If he were to become disordered, everything would proceed towards an unpredictable direction.

"I know, I'll do my best. If I make any wrong decisions, you have to remind me immediately. From now on, I cannot afford a single misstep," Tang Rao said.

Yan Wei wanted to say something, but held back the words that came to his lips.

He knew Tang Rao was ultimately affected. But he couldn't persuade him; such matters are beyond others' empathy, so uttering seemingly comforting words feels futile.

It's akin to someone stabbing you and while you're still bleeding, someone comes over and advises you to be magnanimous and let it go, without understanding what just happened.

All Yan Wei could do was remind Tang Rao in his moments of error, try to make him realize his mistakes when he went off track.

As for whether Tang Rao would halt before the precipice, Yan Wei couldn't guarantee.

Sometimes life is like facing two cards: one flips over to give you a fortune, the other strips you of everything but grants you the ability to earn it back. There's no saying which is better or worse; it depends on how you see it and what you choose.

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Early the next morning, the daylight was bright, the sun was shining brilliantly.

Though Tianmu Peak's location is quite remote, the view from the summit was breathtaking.

Beneath the morning sun, thousands of hundred-meter-tall Buddha statues of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple stood tall, the morning bell resonating from the temple imparted a sense of vastness and depth.

"Tang Rao, up so early." Hui Yuan was already up and greeted Tang Rao, who stood on the rooftop with a smile.

Tang Rao jumped down from the roof, wearing a faint smile on his face, as if all was well.

"Yes, I've gotten used to waking up early, the weather's nice, and the scenery is even better," Tang Rao said.

"Indeed, Tianmu Peak has great scenery. Although it's on the outskirts, it's higher than most peaks, so from here you can overlook much of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple. Master also likes to climb high and look far, saying it tempers the mind," Hui Yuan replied with a smile.

Soon, Fan Xiaohua, Lu Jun, and others came out of the rooms, gathering in the courtyard.

After a simple breakfast, they were led by Hui Yuan toward the Transmission Array to reach the venue of the exchange conference, one of the three main peaks, Three Talents Peak.

Within Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, there are thousands of peaks with varying strengths and histories.

The three strongest and most ancient peaks are Jinna Buddha Peak, Monk Peak, and Three Talents Peak.

Golden Buddha Peak is the central one, where the abbot of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple resides; it is the spiritual heart of the entire temple. Monk Peak houses thousands of monks, dedicated to ascetic cultivation and enlightenment. As for Three Talents Peak, it harbors martial monks who revere achieving enlightenment through combat, reaching Buddha through martial arts.

These three main peaks have existed since the foundation of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, while the other peaks emerged with the temple's growth and expansion.

By the time they arrived at Three Talents Peak, many people had already gathered there.

In the center of Three Talents Peak, there was an enormous open area, stretching for miles around, designated for martial arts practice.

At this time, the area was bustling with a throng of people.

Most of these individuals came to participate in the sect exchange conference. Of course, some monks from Ten Thousand Buddha Temple were present as well, primarily to maintain order.

But typically, no one would cause trouble at Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.

Causing trouble is akin to courting death, as it is said that there are two Immortal Emperors within the temple. Acting out inappropriately here would be like putting your head on the chopping block.

"Tang Rao, you need to register here now. The exchange event is divided into age groups: the thirty-year-old group, the forty-year-old group, and the over-forty group. Take out the participation badges you received earlier, and register each person," Hui Yuan instructed.

"Okay," Tang Rao nodded and immediately proceeded with the registration.

As Tang Rao was registering, Xiao Yun arrived just in time; otherwise, it would have been troublesome, as each participant's age needed measuring, and identity needed confirming during registration.

Participants must be present.

Tang Rao and Dong fanglu were in the forty-year-old group, while the remaining eight participants all registered for the thirty-year-old group.

Honestly, Tang Rao wished there was an under-twenty group; if there were, Xiao Yun might very well take first place. A fourteen-year-old at the third level of Immortal Monarch is an extraordinary existence.

Yes, Xiao Yun had advanced; in just a few days, he had surprisingly reached the third level of Immortal Monarch, making breakthroughs seemed as easy as eating meals.

After registration, Tang Rao found a spot with a good view, offering a clear look at the arena inside.

About an hour later, the sound of nine consecutive Copper Bell tolls resonated within Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, signaling the formal start of the sect exchange conference.

This time, 908 sects registered to participate, which was the norm.

Based on previous exchange conference results, the sects were divided into three levels: high, medium, and low.

Of course, Kao Shan Sect was ranked low.

After all, Kao Shan Sect had consistently placed at the bottom in the sect exchange conference.

To save time, the first event was the sect battle, where all ten members of each sect faced off in a match. The victors advanced, and the losers were eliminated. Once eliminated, individuals wouldn't have to compete in the subsequent individual battles and could just head back home.

Though brutal, it was efficient in saving time.

"First match, Kao Shan Sect versus Ice Demon Mansion!" someone announced loudly from the arena.

"Wow, we're up first," Fan Xiaohua rolled her eyes.

"Of course, we came last last time; bottom teams always go up first," Lu Jun said, pouting.

"Alright, get on stage and don't embarrass me, got it?" Tang Rao instructed.