Chapter 3134: Brother Hong Zun, how did you come to this?

Ten thousand li of purple aura came from the east, and above it appeared the illusory silhouettes of past seniors of the Dao One Immortal Sect; at first glance it truly seemed like a heavenly omen.

However, everyone present were famous experts of the Immortal Realm; they could clearly see through the illusion.

This is a bunch of nonsense heavenly phenomenon; it's merely an illusion Xu Jie forced together with his own cultivation.

It's insubstantial; in short, it has no effect at all.

But Xu Jie doesn't care about that; he doesn't mind whether others understand; today he's doing this only to bring glory to his master.

As long as his master's prestige is spread, his goal is achieved.

Thus, at this moment, Xu Jie, gripping his longsword, trembled all over with excitement.

He widened his eyes, stared in disbelief at the horizon, and shouted loudly.

"A divine sign, a divine sign has descended—is it because of this sword?"

Saying this, he guided everyone to look at the sword in his hand—ordinary, nothing special.

Although its grade is not low, for those extraordinary sword cultivators, obtaining one is not difficult.

How could you make such an ordinary sword sound like a peerless divine weapon?

Before anyone could grasp his meaning, the next second Xu Jie suddenly exclaimed.

"I understand."

"Huh? What do you understand?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, then saw Xu Jie raise his longsword high and solemnly shout.

"This sword was a gift from my master; today's heavenly phenomenon and the seniors' manifestations are not for me, nor for this sword, but entirely for my master."

"My master Hong Zun has the makings of a Sword Immortal."

"Huh?"

Hearing Xu Jie's loud shouting from the platform, everyone present felt only embarrassment.

No, you're just forcing it.

Seeing Xu Jie composed and unflustered, everyone felt that compared to him, Zhao Zhengping and the two others before him were far more restrained.

Now Xu Jie is truly boasting, pointing at the purple aura he conjured and the illusory seniors, blowing his own horn.

Even the claim of Sword Immortal talent came out.

Hong Zun on the high platform, watching Xu Jie wave his arms and shout, even scuffed his Dharma shoes.

He nearly scuffed a hole into his dwelling.

Feeling the gazes gathering around, he knew without looking what expressions they wore.

Embarrassed, truly embarrassed, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

At the same time, Qi Xiong's mental transmission sounded again.

"Hong Zun, enough—stop these embarrassing antics and make him stop."

Not to mention Hong Zun and his disciples; even Qi Xiong, Yun Xiantai, Wu Shou, Shi Song, and even Ye Zhangqing, among the Dao One Immortal Sect members, all felt their faces flush.

This is a Sword Immortal convention, with so many people present—why are you forcing this?

The sect's dignity—you've ruined it all.

If this gets out, how will the Dao One Immortal Sect ever hold its head high again?

Glaring hatefully at Hong Zun, wishing to tear him apart alive—this old thing never has a peaceful day.

Facing Qi Xiong's transmission, Hong Zun felt wronged—could this be blamed on him? He's also a victim.

Nevertheless, he said to Xu Jie on the platform.

"Xu Laosan, what are you doing? Hurry up and stop."

However, facing Hong Zun's angry shout, Xu Jie had no intention of stopping; instead he respectfully bowed and said.

"Master is extraordinarily talented—able to summon the seniors' manifestations; he will surely become a Sword Immortal in the future."

"I told you to shut up already."

He felt his old face burning; just listen to what you're saying.

Under Hong Zun's urging, Xu Jie finally withdrew his "divine ability" and began sparring with that female disciple.

Xu Jie still had the upper hand, but if you truly have this strength, why bother with those tricks at the start?

Can't you just spar properly?

Meanwhile, those on the high platform no longer cared about the match's outcome; some sword cultivators acquainted with Hong Zun spoke oddly.

"Brother Hong Zun, you… what has driven you to this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Even if you want fame, you don't need to go this far."

"Yeah, you're already a hall master of the Dao One Immortal Sect; there's no need to go to such extremes—what you've done is utterly embarrassing."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Sigh, we understand, we all understand."

"What do you understand? I really don't know."

"Brother Hong Zun, no need to say more; we get it."

Hearing the sighs around him, Hong Zun felt as if he were about to split apart.

"What do you understand? You think you know, but this is all those rebellious disciples' own doing—it has nothing to do with me."

Xu Jie and the others made it so obvious; people aren't blind—can't they see the intent? It's just to bring glory to Hong Zun.

But in their view, it wasn't necessary at all.

Originally Hong Zun was already a well‑known figure in the Immortal Realm; even if you didn't know him personally, many had heard his name—he didn't lack this bit of fame.

Moreover, even if you wanted fame, you didn't need to resort to this method.

What you're doing now is embarrassing; if this gets out later, it'd be better not to mention it at all.

Everyone only felt that Hong Zun was still too impatient; haste makes mistakes, and mistakes lead to awkwardness.

The endless discussion kept ringing in Hong Zun's mind, leaving his face flushed red from holding it in.

The exposed toes were even more embarrassingly tense.

What the hell is this? Does he even care about empty fame? This is all just those few rebellious disciples stirring things up; it has nothing to do with him.

At that moment, the outcome on the stage was already decided; as Xu Jie's victory was announced, the referee immediately stepped back a few steps.

Having guessed what this guy would do next, after winning, how could he not boast a bit about his own master?

Such as the master's proper teachings and the disciple looking up to his back.

Just thinking about it is embarrassing, so he simply stepped aside.

And Xu Jie had indeed long prepared his victory declaration; now that he's won, shouldn't he give it a good boast?

He even specially reserved a vision: sword qi coming from the east, a sword immortal descending—all prepared for his master.

But just as Xu Jie was about to activate the vision, a loud shout from the high platform abruptly cut him off.

"Win and get lost."

Huh???

Hearing that, Xu Jie raised his head and looked toward Hong Zun's direction, only to see Hong Zun's old face flushed red as he gritted his teeth and shouted.

He was about to speak, but Hong Zun gave him no chance at all, directly shouting.

"Shut up, get lost."

He was indeed scolded by Hong Zun, then returned to Zhao Zhengping and the others, who all gave him a thumbs-up, while Xu Jie himself helplessly shook his head and sighed.

"Master, my skin is still too thin; I still have that prepared vision I haven't unleashed."

Zhao Zhengping, standing nearby, hearing that, deeply agreed and nodded in assent.

"Master, I just don't care about these empty reputations."