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

Dragon bloodline?

Yu Xintang frowned: "Could it be..."

The group turned to look, their eyes filled with curiosity.

He met Tan Suiting's gaze before slowly speaking, "An ancient spiritual artifact of the Dragon Clan, you ask about dragon scales?"

Shen Chunri blinked: "Wow, you people in Penglai Realm are so knowledgeable and powerful, you even know about this kind of family secret treasure? But what is it? I've never heard of it before?"

"It is an ancient spiritual artifact," Tan Suiting said slowly, "forged by the Ancestral Dragon himself, it is a treasure of the Dragon Clan."

Shen Chunri suddenly opened his eyes.

"At that time, humans and other races could not coexist. The other races relied on their superior talents, while the humans relied on their large number of cultivators. The two races fought endlessly. The cultivators of the other races considered themselves to be ordained by Heaven, while the humans indiscriminately eliminated dissidents in order to dominate a region. All living beings were trapped in their obsessions and struggles, fighting to the death." Tan Suiting's eyes were cold and lonely. "The Ancestral Dragon then took the scale from his own heart, combined it with the power of the Taixu Dragon Clan's bloodline, and fused it with the Yin and Yang spirits of the Dragon Abyss. It took a hundred years to forge it into a whip, which he named Wenlonglin."

Xie Weixing listened attentively: "What's the meaning behind this name?"

Tan Suiting replied: "The First Emperor had three intentions in naming the dragon: first, to question the true nature of the dragon race; second, to question the righteousness and evil of the world; and third, to question the one who wields the whip about his choice."

"And then what?"

Tan Suiting looked up at the long whip: "The original intention of the Ancestral Dragon was not to create a weapon of destruction. If the person who wields the whip is righteous, the whip will cleanse evil spirits. If the person is evil, the whip will devour the soul. The power of the weapon will be used to test the Dao heart of the holder."

He frowned slightly: "But not everyone has the spirit of 'rather break than be broken.' Legend has it that a dragon ancestor who wielded this whip fell into the demonic path and was attacked by both races, thus perishing in the Dragon Abyss of the East Sea. Since then, the Dragon Scale has never appeared in the world again."

Tan Suiting squinted: "I didn't expect to find you here."

As soon as he finished speaking, only the howling of the biting wind remained in the forest.

No one responded.

This is a very strange phenomenon in the ever-restless lineage of the Fenghua clan.

Tan Suiting was puzzled and turned to look.

Several people huddled together, staring at him intently, unable to suppress their smiles.

His Highness the Crown Prince frowned, puzzled. "What are you doing?"

Shen Chunri swallowed hard, suppressing a laugh: "Xiao Tan, this is the first time I've seen you talk so much. You're quite the talker, a real gossipmonger."

Tan Suiting: ?

"Exactly," Yu Xintang raised her hand to her nose, unable to hide the smile on her lips, and gently raised an eyebrow, "I'm stunned. Are you still Xiaolong?"

Tan Suiting was speechless, his face expressionless: "Are you guys sick?"

Xie Weixing ignored these elementary school kids and stared at the dragon scales in the stone plate before slowly stepping forward to examine them.

This whip is about seven feet long. Its body is soft and boneless. When suspended in the air, it meanders like the shadow of a sleeping crimson-black dragon. With a slight sweep of its tail, fine and sharp light appears. The handle is made of warm and lustrous dark dragon jade, carrying the profound aura of a thousand years of seclusion.

Clear holy light and dark black energy surged and churned, seemingly able to travel back to the ancient world of fierce battles.

"I've heard that not only is the Dragon Scale incredibly powerful," Yu Xintang said, "but what's even more bizarre is that it possesses sentience."

Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow: "Generally, spiritual artifacts of Immortal grade or higher have developed sentience. What's so strange about that?"

Tan Suiting slowly shook his head: "The Dragon Scale is different from ordinary spiritual weapons. It has a heavy karma of killing and will tempt people to kill, indulge in lust, and even fall into evil ways with evil thoughts. Even if the person wielding the whip has a firm mind, it is difficult to control."

He raised his eyes, looked ahead, and slowly uttered six words: "Therefore, only kill, do not save."

"What a beautiful weapon." Xie Weixing narrowed his peach blossom eyes and stared intently at the dragon scales that were suspended in mid-air and swirling.

A fair assessment.

The whip seemed to sense him, and the chilling, evil aura emanating from it almost assaulted his face.

Nie Zhao frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "This artifact is too dangerous. If one's mind is even slightly biased, one will be devoured by the evil energy and fall into the demonic path."

Just as everyone was watching intently, a sudden change occurred: the dragon scales began to dance wildly!

The previously gently flowing black and red light suddenly exploded violently, and a chilling aura surged, causing the surrounding trees to tremble violently.

As if unwilling to be spied on, the whip sprang up like a dragon or snake, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, and lashed straight at Xie Weixing, who was closest to it.

The speed was as fast as thunder, and the intent to kill was overwhelming.

"Watch out!" Nie Zhao instantly drew his sword, and a clear, sharp sword aura swept out.

Xie Weixing was prepared. He turned around, flipped his wrist, and held his longsword horizontally in front of him. The blade blocked the attack, his arm and wrist muscles were taut, and the spine of the sword was aimed directly at the point where the whip would strike.

The next instant, the whip slammed heavily onto the sword blade.

"bite--!"

A piercing metallic hum suddenly exploded, and violent spiritual energy surged wildly along the sword's edge, causing the arm to go numb.

Xie Wei woke up with a temper, and snorted, "You've been sleeping for so long, and you're still so irritable."

She's also grumpy when she wakes up; she's a bit mischievous.

The black and red whip paused for a second, then rose again, sweeping across with a sharp gust of wind, aiming straight for his waist.

"Why are you hitting me?" Xie Weixing chuckled, turned his body to the side, and suddenly raised his right leg in mid-air, delivering a precise kick to the middle of the whip.

"Snapped!"

With a muffled thud, the supple whip was kicked off course, the force of the wind sweeping heavily against the tree trunk beside it, causing the fallen leaves to flutter and fly everywhere.

Xie Weixing landed steadily on the ground, raising an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and casually clicked his tongue: "Quite the fiery temper, little chili pepper."

Nie Zhao's eyes were full of surprise: "Such a strong backlash force, it's testing our cultivation level."

Such intelligence can only be possessed by ancient artifacts.

Dark lines surged in Tan Suiting's eyes, and the purest bloodline of the East Sea Taixu Dragon Clan soared into the sky in the next moment.

As if burned, the dragon scales instantly retracted their whip tails, seemingly unwilling to submit, yet forced to yield to the oppressive power of the pure blood of the dragon race.

Shen Chunri's fingertips suddenly emitted a surge of poisonous energy, a turquoise mist silently enveloping his body. He spoke, "It's selecting a host. Want to break the seal?"

Such a powerful spirit weapon, which also possesses intelligence, would never willingly remain forever under a dark seal.

Yu Xintang steadied herself and looked at the Wenlong Scale, which was now suspended in the air and slowly calming down: "Interesting. All spiritual weapons in the world choose their masters. This one, however, dares to test people's hearts."

Tan Suiting gazed at the dragon-scale whip, its blade a tapestry of good and evil, and said softly, "It has been trapped here for a thousand years, witnessing the good and evil in people's hearts. It neither submits to the strong nor pities the weak; it only chooses those with pure hearts who can control both good and evil."

A long, black and red whip hung silently in the forest, its dragon scale patterns flickering in and out, enveloping the five people.

They subconsciously looked up at Xie Weixing.

The latter was actually standing there with his arms crossed, lost in thought.

"Hey," Shen Chunri kicked him, "don't you think this suits you perfectly?"

Xie Weixing looked up: "Wasn't it just calling for Yu Xintang?"

I feel like we're not meant to be.