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

[What if Long'er isn't an adult yet? The Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea specializes in lightning. They'll just strike your still-awakening brother to pieces and leave him with no burial place.]

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Yan Chenxiao felt a surge of anger welling up inside her. Suddenly, her entire longsword erupted with towering crimson flames, fire patterns lighting up the blade, and the sword pressure abruptly increased several times over: "Myriad Crimson Bathing Heaven Sword!"

A sea of ​​fire spread out along with the sword's momentum, the sword energy sweeping in all directions, attempting to crush everything with its overwhelming firepower.

Xie Weixing finally withdrew some of his nonchalance, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes. A chilling aura enveloped the sword, and with a steady, unhurried flick of his wrist, the sword's momentum shifted from scattered to focused, elegant yet fierce: "Azure Snow, Cold Moon, Three Feet of Cold—"

The moment the words left his mouth, frost and cold filled the air, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the temperature in the entire area dropped rapidly. The boy's slender fingers gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

His clothes were torn backward by the biting cold air, and his sword-raising movements were fluid and elegant.

"Holy Seal Spiritual Technique, Fourth Form".

This boy has a pair of classic peach blossom eyes, which are long and slightly upturned. The curve is soft but not vulgar, and the corners of his eyes are lightly swept out, without any frivolity, only the clear and sharp spirit of a young man.

Xie Weixing gently twisted and pressed down with his forearm, and the fine white mist that had been swirling around the blade suddenly solidified, merging with the biting cold air.

"Prajna Inquiry of the Spirit".

The sky suddenly changed, and the momentum was extremely vast. Although it was a warm and gentle light, it brought a bone-chilling cold. The sword light was condensed into a narrow line, and the sharp blade was covered with fine frost. It cut through the surging scorching heat around it, revealing its sharpness and terrifying penetrating power.

"boom--!"

The collision of the icy and fiery air currents created a vast expanse of white mist.

Yan Chenxiao hastily raised his sword to parry, and the crisp sound of the weapons clashing suddenly exploded. A chill rushed up the intersecting sword spines, freezing most of the flames on his sword.

His pupils contracted slightly as he felt an extremely cold sword intent surge into his meridians from the point of their exchange. His scalding spiritual energy was suddenly frozen and stagnant, and the flames around him instantly dissipated.

"you!"

The flames suddenly dissipated, and wisps of white mist drifted away.

Xie Weixing twisted his wrist, using the momentum to step back half a step, his sword hanging obliquely. His eyebrows and eyes remained arrogant, his tone was mocking, deliberately trying to disgust people.

"Then what should we do?" His voice was clear and clean, neither sharp nor dull, with a warm base and a thin, cold texture. "I'm just so amazing, so amazing."

[The one in the observation room who didn't visit you, the Emperor, is this one, but there's simply no one in the observation room who wouldn't fall in love with you, the Emperor.]

[Requesting to view Xie's father's solo queue records is a rare request in the job market; first come, first served.]

Are you looking for trouble?

[Brother, could you please not kick me out next time? My mom gave me a dollar to buy spicy snacks, and I'm saving it up to buy a voice changer so I can play with you, okay?]

[This is hilarious! Five Nascent Soul cultivators and six Golden Core cultivators from the four major sects were still getting completely overwhelmed by five direct disciples of the Feng Hua Sect. Isn't that a bit too much of a waste?]

[No wonder haters keep saying Xie Weixing is royalty, he's such a show-off.]

[You, Emperor Xing, cultivate immortality just to show off; you have no obligation not to.]

[Xie Weixing, to put it bluntly, you're more like a crown prince than Tan Suiting]

[Where are Su Boyu's fans? Where are those idiots? They won't play when they're behind, huh? They keep saying my little Jade Treasure will have a chance, but do you see? These so-called geniuses, artificially created with heavenly treasures, are just cardboard. Your Awakening Emperor could kill two of them with a single sword strike.]

[That good-for-nothing can't even beat Kun'er in the sect elections, and now that he's at the Nascent Soul stage, he still can't beat him. All he does is bark. He'll be beaten twice by those who cross the border, he might as well just die.]

[Could these characters be part of the main cast in the original book?]

[Here's a quote from Leopard: Mediocre is mediocre. Sorry, but our Feng Hua Sect doesn't do charity work.]

Yan Chenxiao's complexion was extremely poor. A bone-chilling cold spread throughout his body from the tiger's mouth. Fine beads of blood seeped from the wound. His wrist bones ached and throbbed with pain. The spiritual energy in his dantian was turbulent and chaotic. His face visibly lost its color, turning pale and bluish-white.

His eyes were filled with resentment, his muscles were tense, and a dull, heavy pain came from his chest with the slightest movement, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Seeing his determined yet ultimately defeated attitude, Huo Jiangmei was furious and coldly snorted, "Xiao Jiu, Bo Yu, let's go!"

"Trying to leave?" Shen Chunri grabbed Jiang Yinhuan's arm, his expression fierce. "Dream on!"

Di Xiu is most afraid of close combat. Jiang Yin Huan had just fought with her for a while and dodged a lot, so her spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

She hadn't expected this medicine-cultivating girl to be so violent, and hastily raised her arm to block.

Shen Chunri snorted coldly, bent his knee and rammed into her hard, his kneecap striking her chest and abdomen with brutal force.

Jiang Yinhuan groaned, her brows furrowing slightly. The shock made her meridians numb and her blood churn.

Huo Jiangmei lightly touched the ground with her toes, pulling the person back in one swift motion, and then threw a fireball with her backhand: "Thousand Mountains Fire Rain!"

Just as Shen Chunri raised her hand to release the vines, a figure burst out from behind her, its speed obscured, leaving only a blurry silhouette, carrying an immense impact and a sense of oppression.

"Mist shrouds the cold river—" Xie Weixing held his longsword, his back straight yet not slack. With a flick of his wrist, the blade swept cleanly along his side, its arc sharp and clean, arriving with a whistling sound as it cut through the air. "Nineteenth Form—!"

The sword energy exploded with a deafening roar, completely destroying the rain of meteors and fire.

The cold mist lingered for a long time before dissipating, and the scene became clear again. The Daoist Sect and the others had also disappeared.

After all, with two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, escaping shouldn't be too difficult; it's just that Su Boyu will probably have a harder time.

After all, unlike the original plot, he lost the young master of Penglai Realm who, even when seriously injured, still insisted on saving the beauty and was willing to blow up the gate of Fenghua Sect for him.

Yuejiao's face turned pale. She never expected that the Dao Asking Sect would turn around and run away without caring about their group of allies.

She gritted her teeth, but could no longer muster even a fraction of her spiritual power. She had almost been beaten to a pulp by Tan Suiting and Nie Zhao.

Yu Xintang's shoulder injury was neither minor nor severe. She had watched them fight for quite a while and had already been mostly healed by Shen Chunri's top-grade wood spirit root and the Nascent Soul Realm Nourishing Spirit Pill.

I even had the mood to take out a handful of sunflower seeds to crack open.

It's because of excessive blood loss that her lips are extremely pale.

Shen Chunri snorted coldly, practically writing "I'm going to go up and take revenge" on his forehead.

Before she could make a move, the person next to her did.

Xie Weixing held the sword hilt in one hand, the Xuan Sword hanging diagonally at his side, the tip of the blade lightly touching the ground. He stepped forward, the sharp edge scraping against the bluestone pavement, leaving behind a trail of tiny, dazzling golden sparks, and a continuous, ear-piercing scraping sound.

He walked at a leisurely pace, without deliberately building up momentum, yet he exuded an immense sense of oppression. With each step he took, a spark of fire appeared on the tip of his sword, making him extremely intimidating.

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Because it's an ensemble piece, it's essentially a main cast, but Long Kun is the absolute protagonist among the main characters. Every other character besides Long Kun has their own shining moments. While I can't be completely accurate with every single word, I've tried my best to treat everyone equally. And please shower my female fans with love and support—I can handle it…