Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

[Let's just say in the comments: In real life, who wouldn't want a beautiful senior sister who's strong-willed, stubborn, soft-hearted, from a prestigious family, incredibly powerful, and fiercely protective of her own?]

[I'm so scared that a 1.8-meter-tall, red-haired heir to the Nanchuan Kingdom is going to act as my domineering phoenix princess and fall fiercely in love... Uh, three seconds have passed, why hasn't he come yet? Wasn't it supposed to be that whatever you fear most will come to pass?]

Huo Jiangmei clutched her chest, forced to swallow the humiliation of her crushing defeat. She quickly assessed the situation, realizing the encirclement was doomed, and roared, "Let's go!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan Chenxiao was slashed back by Xie Weixing's sword. His face was full of resentment, as if he hadn't heard his senior sister's words. He caught up with her and wanted to continue fighting.

Huo Jiang's expression turned cold.

Xie Weixing took a half step back, casually flicking his sword to the side, a cold light swirling around him. His tone remained mocking: "I say, did you disciples of the Daoist Clan grow up eating pig manure? You're wielding a sword like you're chopping wood, aren't you tired?"

He clicked his tongue inwardly.

For sword cultivators, the most important thing is to be cool.

Please, let me act in this episode featuring Xie Weixing.

[Boo seems to know he's handsome]

[If I had half the strength of the Awakening Emperor, I'd be a crab statue, walking sideways, and I'd beat anyone I saw.]

[I really want to live like that and say these things without a care in the world]

[Everyone else is joking, but your dad, Xie, is really awesome.]

Yan Chenxiao's expression turned cold, his agitation intensified, and his sword intent surged once more. His feet shone like fire, his movements incredibly fast, and his sword shadow was enveloped in flames: "A Single Red Dot Spreads Across the Plains!"

Countless fiery red sword points attacked in rapid succession, their attacks swift and dense, their killing intent fierce.

Xie Weixing showed no fear; instead, his smile deepened. He flicked his wrist, sword light flashing: "Mist Locks the Cold River, Nineteen Forms, Second Form—"

The longsword rose against the wind.

"Frost falls on a thousand rivers!"

The clanging of swords was dense and crisp, and sparks collided and struck the frost and snow, scattering everywhere.

Yan Chenxiao's massive offensive at the Nascent Soul stage was completely deflected.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow at him, winked triumphantly, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Senior Brother Yan, a Nascent Soul cultivator of this level can't protect that piece of trash behind you."

He deliberately emphasized the words "Nascent Soul Realm" to mock Yan Chenxiao's inferior strength.

Upon hearing this, Su Boyu paused in her hand as she was setting up the healing array, her face instantly turning pale, and humiliation and hatred surfaced in her eyes.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, Wen Fu acted without hesitation: "Yan Chenxiao, I'm here to help you!"

"Xie Weixing!" Yan Chenxiao was furious. "Stop spouting such filthy nonsense! Bo Yu is innocent and kind. He was bullied by you in Qingyu Sect. How dare you slander him with such vile words now!"

"Exactly!" Wen Fu glared at him fiercely. "You're not worthy to be compared to Bo Yu!"

Xie Weixing laughed: "Then if I beat you up and then kiss him, wouldn't you two explode? You two incompetent husbands?"

Everyone present widened their eyes instantly, and Tan Suiting frowned, thinking he had misheard.

Pei Huaiyuan noticed that he was distracted, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to swing his sword.

"Sumeru Guide." Tan Suiting said calmly, kicking the man back.

Defeating Pei Huaiyuan won't be that easy.

But it would be even more difficult for Pei Huaiyuan to touch him.

[Is there an NTR element?]

[Ptooey, ptooey, baby, listen to Mommy, we won't kiss him! What are you doing?! (wiping Kunkun's mouth) What are you doing?!]

[The Emperor: I don't care if you're black or white, I'll portray you all as yellow for me]

"Xie Weixing! You..." Yan Chenxiao's teeth chattered with rage, "Shameless, utterly shameless!"

Tan Suiting, who was standing nearby, cleaved Pei Huaiyuan in two with his sword, causing the man to vomit blood. Upon hearing this, he immediately frowned and looked over.

Who is criticizing Xie Weixing?

Yan Chenxiao swung his sword, creating countless tiny sparks: "You're courting death!"

"I already said," Xie Weixing dodged a heavy thrust by sidestepping, and then lightly tapped the spine of the opponent's sword with his Xuanjian, intending to provoke him. His voice was light and cheerful, with a hint of regret that made him want to punch him, "Your talent is below mine."

The suppression between spiritual roots cannot be eliminated by simply relying on a single realm.

Just as Wen Fu was about to rush forward to fight him two-on-one, blue-purple lightning arrived before him, coiling around him like a ghost.

"Splitting the Sky," Tan Suiting said calmly, without any emotion, as if crushing an insect, "and then, Sumeru's Surge."

He just has a cold appearance and a somewhat aloof personality, so he gives people the feeling of being as serene as a cold mountain pool.

In fact, when it comes to violence, no one can compare to His Highness the Crown Prince, who treated people like meteor hammers during the sect elections and even smashed a giant crater into the arena.

The violent lightning caused Wen Fu's hand to slip, and his longsword instantly flew out of his grasp. A spatial rift appeared before him, irrationally sucking him in.

The next second, he appeared out of thin air in front of Xie Weixing, and was just shaken away by the sword energy unleashed by the other party.

"Ugh!" He crashed heavily into the corner like a kite with a broken string, his whole body aching terribly, and he spat out blood, the red liquid gushing out like it was free.

This blow would take away half of his life, if not kill him.

?

Xie Weixing's lips twitched as he glanced at the Xuan Sword in his hand.

Would anyone believe that this person inexplicably rushed up and crashed into his sword?

Damn, this is a staged accident.

No, given the other party's incomparable intelligence, it should only be considered suicide.

What a fine day! Slaughtering a pig in broad daylight, it must be almost Chinese New Year.

[666, you're feeding kills to your senior brother, is Wen Fu also part of your antics?]

[The Cold-Faced Demon King Has Arrived to Protect Us]

The commotion was so loud that Nie Zhao turned his head to look over and casually struck down Yue Jiao and Wei Qiqing, who had just stood up, with his sword.

[Please remember, in our Feng Hua Sect, "Double Protectors of the Demon King" refers to one Demon King and two protectors.]

[The part about your ruthless brother while you're still asleep]

[So cute, so cute! A cute little pig followed by a cold-faced dragon man...]

[Is this mom's filter a bit too strong?]

Xie Weixing laughed out loud, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly upturned at the corners, carrying a hint of nonchalant cunning, gentle yet arrogant, as she turned to glance at the instigator.

Tan Suiting's expression was indifferent, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his skin was pale, which made his furrowed brows appear even more lonely and cold, exuding an indescribable aloofness and arrogance.

Seeing his gaze, she not only didn't respond, but also deliberately looked away.

She's a little bit arrogant.

Xie Weixing felt a strong urge to try it, and gently ground his back molars.

I want to pinch his face, I want to bite this little dragon.

Seeing his eager expression, as if he couldn't wait to go over and tease the dragon, Nie Zhao rolled his eyes without batting an eye.

[Can you please stop flirting with me, Leopard and Cat?]

[Senior Sister: Requesting inquiry regarding the procedures for retiring the Azure Lion Cub]

[But I'm devoted to two ancestors who brought glory to our family.]

I really want to see them kiss, even if it makes me angry...