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

"What does this have to do with me?" Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow. "I'm from Penglai Realm. What's the point of me taking a dragon clan artifact? Besides, I'm a very fragile person. I have the urge to kill people for no reason. I can't suppress this evil thing."

[I Just Love Killing People When I'm Not Looking]

[The episode where Brother Yu is most self-aware]

[After all, he's the famously yandere male ghost from the original novel, the man who shattered the Feng Hua Sect's barrier with a single Tai Xu talisman.]

[Open Sesame, still chasing me]

"I can't use a sword like my senior sister. This whip requires someone who can control both the righteous and the evil paths," Shen Chunri said in a very simple and honest tone. "But I should be a very pure poison-cultivating witch."

Nie Zhao, standing nearby: ?

[The most villainous character in the original book]

[The sheer value of almost single-handedly defeating the protagonist despite being heavily injured is still rising.]

[My daughter is being way too honest this time.]

Xie Weixing's lips twitched: "I understand what you mean."

"That's right," Shen Chunri clapped his hands, "We reptiles are inherently evil."

"Xiaolong is quite suitable too," Nie Zhao said, looking up at him. "You cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, which is the most impartial, and your mind is unwavering. What do you think?"

After a long silence, Tan Suiting replied, "I'm not suitable."

Shen Chunri asked in confusion, "Hmm?"

"I am not a compassionate person. I cultivate the path of ruthlessness, aiming to keep my mind calm and act in accordance with fairness and rules. I cannot tolerate its thousand-year-old unruly nature that is both righteous and evil. However, this thing is connected to me by blood and spirit. If you want to subdue it, I can help."

Tan Suiting lowered his eyes, his voice cold and aloof, "All things have a spirit, and its best destiny is not me."

Xie Weixing stared at him for a moment, then said, "Then let me give it a try."

A sudden gust of wind rose in the dense forest, and everyone turned around.

The long, black and red whip trembled slightly, silent for a thousand years.

Finally, today, I await the moment when I turn to the Lord.

[At first: I don't feel like we're destined to be together. After hearing that she's related to Xiaolong by blood: Then she's mine. Dad, I'll just quote you here without saying anything else.]

[Tan Suiting, you're really drunk. Xie Weixing, you've never been sober either. Let's continue.]

[This pair is a perfect match, I'm just asking if you dare, because there's nothing these two wouldn't dare to do, Long Aotian Yaozushen, you win!]

[What Kun'er heard: %#^*I am connected to you by blood and we are of the same bloodline%^*#]

Yu Xintang condensed a warm spiritual essence at her fingertips, attempting to soothe the turbulent spiritual energy. However, it was repelled by the evil energy as soon as it approached. Her voice was slightly deep: "It is too restless. If one is not of the purest bloodline of the dragon race, one will be torn to pieces if one tries to get close."

Shen Chunri also gave it a try.

She fared slightly better than Yu Xintang; at least her spiritual energy touched the whip before being repelled.

It's probably because the snake race is naturally closer to the dragon race.

Shen Chunri crossed his arms, and all the poisonous aura around him dissipated.

The spiritual power of the Azure Serpent Clan is extremely yin and poisonous, and even they dare not contend with it, which shows just how ferocious it is.

Xie Weixing squinted slightly and walked forward unhurriedly.

"Buzz—"

Sensing someone approaching, the dragon's scales hissed incessantly, seemingly as a warning.

Do not come near.

"Big brother, or big sister?" Xie Weixing stood still and spoke bluntly, "Didn't you say you've gained wisdom? Let's talk this out calmly, okay? Put down your weapons, Buddha will save you, alright?"

[Xie Weixing, I don't know how you manage to make even the nicest things sound like insults.]

[Reputation.]

The system prompted: The root cause of the Dragonscale Riot is not hostility, but tracing its origins.

Xie Weixing: What? It's fresh food? The traceability code is here.

The system was speechless for a long time before continuing to explain: It was born from the bloodline of the ancient ancestral dragon and had been lying dormant in this place for ten thousand years. The dragon race is inherently violent, and it has long been bound to it. Apart from the pure aura of the Taixu Dragon Clan, no one in the world can suppress its madness.

Xie Weixing: You didn't believe me when I told you I was the protagonist, but this cheat was tailor-made for me perfectly.

"Dragon Palace," he said, "I want this."

[Families watching at the screen, guess if this is her being affectionate?]

[This is really no good, anyway, Guan Yu won't tell Zhang Fei that I want this from the Dragon Palace.]

[Xie Weixing, you think you can just have whatever you want?!]

Upon hearing this, Tan Suiting raised his eyes, glanced at him, turned his head, raised his hand, flipped his wrist, and headed straight for Wen Longlin.

They answered entirely with their actions.

If Xie Weixing wants it, he can have it.

Seemingly because they share the same roots, Wen Longlin did not show any rejection upon realizing that Tan Suiting was approaching.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the whip, the whip suddenly shot up!

The dark whip, carrying a violent chill, changed direction and lashed fiercely at his heart!

This attack was so fast that it left only a blur, carrying the power of yin and yang clashing that could tear apart the soul. It was not a test, but an annihilation.

Tan Suiting's pupils contracted slightly, his expression indifferent.

"Zheng—!"

The sharp, metallic clang of metal shattered the forest, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The longsword was held upright in front of him, its spine blocking an attack.

Xie is still asleep.

He flicked his wrist, slicing the dragon scales back with his sword: "You've got eyes! This is the Dragon Prince, how dare you lay a hand on him?"

Tan Suiting snorted coldly: "Restless thing."

He curled his long, slender fingers, his knuckles turning a cold white, then suddenly clenched them tightly. Fine, silvery-blue lightning bolts surged wildly along the veins of his wrist, the violent lightning crackling and exploding. Using the force, he burst forth and slammed his fist into the dragon-patterned tabletop!

"boom--!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, sending rubble and debris flying in all directions along with spiderweb-like cracks, causing the entire stone platform to tremble violently.

The full-force attack of the Nascent Soul Realm Dragon Clan Crown Prince.

The dragon scales suspended in mid-air suddenly trembled, and the whip involuntarily curled up a bit. The restless and violent aura around it was suppressed by several times by this punch.

However, it was too ferocious. After only a brief moment of calm, the whip taut again, its black and red light flickering, hinting at a fierce counterattack.

There was no sign of submission.

Tan Suiting's expression was cold and aloof as he uttered four words: "Unrepentant."

Xie Weixing snorted softly, and the power of the Azure Lion bloodline condensed at his fingertips. His fingertips were instantly encased in solid ice, and he raised his hand to grab the jade handle of the long whip.

Dragon Scales defiantly resisted!

Dark black energy surged with cold flames, and the seven-foot whip suddenly straightened like a dragon's body, its sharp whip shadow tearing through the air as it rushed straight at him.

Xie Weixing chuckled lightly, but his eyes were cold. He instantly moved to Tan Suiting's side, his wrist flicked nimbly, and his long sword slashed horizontally in the air, the clear sword force precisely meeting the whip that was rushing towards him.

A loud, clanging explosion rang out!

The spiritual energy from the clash of sword and whip exploded in all directions, crushing all the fallen leaves in the forest into flying fluff.

Xie Weixing raised his hand and shook it again: "Tell me what you're unhappy about."

His tone was gentle, but his actions were brutal.

Dragon Scales answered him with a furious struggle.

The long whip lashed wildly, and the black and red light once again unleashed a violent impact.

Tan Suiting strode forward, his long, slender fingers suddenly covering Xie Weixing's hand.