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

Xie Weixing remained completely open and honest, not finding his words outrageous at all: "Think about it, how many cultivators who subdue spiritual weapons are not only plain-looking, but also have bad tempers. If they lose a fight, they don't blame themselves for being bad; they take their anger out on the weapon at the drop of a hat. But I'm different. I'm outstanding in appearance, have a good temperament, and my fighting is a pleasure to watch. Don't you know how much face you'll have when you go out with me?"

Dragon Scale remained silent, it was unclear whether he was speechless or truly deep in thought.

Seeing that it was beginning to accept him, Xie Weixing immediately steadied his mind and guided a wisp of his original spiritual power, slowly sinking it into the heart of the whip from his palm.

In an instant, the black and red whip trembled violently, and the spiritual light around it suddenly surged. The originally loose whip body became completely taut, and the dragon scale pattern flowed with alternating black and red halos, lingering between the two people's clasped fingers.

"Don't be nervous," Xie Weixing said. "From now on, we'll be good brothers, okay? Big brother loves you, but big brother won't say it."

Tan Suiting's eyes narrowed slightly. He could clearly sense that every tremor of Wenlong Scale resonated with the bloodline of the Taixu Dragon Clan within his body.

It is resisting, yet also returning home.

After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding wind subsided and the menacing atmosphere in the forest dissipated.

Xie Weixing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and calm, a carefree smile returning to his lips, and gently moved his wrists.

The dragon scales, freed from their restraints, quickly wrapped around his forearm, fitting snugly against his skin, providing a comfortable balance of warmth and coolness.

He withdrew their hands from each other, turned his head to look at Tan Suiting beside him, and said smugly, "See? I told you there was no problem."

Tan Suiting's fingertips tingled slightly as his gaze fell on the long whip that had now submitted: "If you had relaxed your resolve just now, you would be the one who has lost right now."

Xie Weixing raised his hand and gently stroked the patterns on the whip, his tone carrying a hint of youthful pride: "But I didn't lose. From now on, it belongs to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long whip gently circled his wrist, carrying a subtle sense of strangulation.

[The spirit weapon that's going to play the top lane with its master has arrived!]

All I can say is that magical artifacts follow their owners.

[Wenlonglin is just going through a rebellious phase, so please give Little Scale a break.]

"Its bloodlust is too strong," Tan Suiting said coldly. "It can be completely suppressed by the dragon bloodline. If it shows any signs of devouring its master in the future, I will crush its soul, tear it to pieces, and throw it into the Dragon Abyss to feed the living beings."

Dragon Scales: ?

It let out a low growl, seemingly in dissatisfaction.

[Asking about the arrival of the stern father of the dragon scales]

[Dragon Palace: My senior brother is coming to be your master, are you not satisfied?]

[Although you've entered your rebellious phase, my father is also somewhat skilled in martial arts.]

"Good boy," Xie Weixing patted it, "Don't be afraid. Although the Dragon King hits hard, he's also ruthless."

The long whip trembled suddenly. After weighing its options, it finally yielded to the tyranny of the Crown Prince and its new master. With a sudden movement, it deftly broke free from Xie Weixing's grasp and swept downwards like a flowing stream of black and red light without the slightest hesitation.

It avoided the wrist, slid down the forearm, and wrapped directly around Xie Weixing's slender waist and abdomen. The whip spread out smoothly, wrapping around the fabric in circles, and the dragon scale pattern was faintly visible along the waistline.

Xie Weixing glanced down at the long whip lurking at his waist, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You certainly know how to pick a comfortable spot."

[Something's wrong, let me handle this!]

[Dragon Scale, what do you think about this matter of switching places with me...?]

[A strict father and a kind mother? Dragon Scale, you actually experienced my family of origin before I did!]

Tan Suiting loosened his clasped hands, his gaze falling on the circle of black and red whip shadows, his eyes cold.

Xie Weixing raised his hand and lightly touched the long whip at his waist, his tone calm: "Very well, do as you please."

The dragon scales trembled slightly with the whip tail, as if in response.

[Ahhh, that's so good, the feeling of being hooked is so good, the 90-degree right angle bend is so good, the flirtatious yet innocent is so good, the dragon scales wrapped around the waist is so good, the young couple holding hands is so good]

[Does anyone care? Little Dragon glared at Dragon Scale as Kunkun loosened his grip... Good heavens, this Dragon Lord is even jealous of spiritual artifacts!]

[So cute! It feels like this little dragon is always pretending to be an adult, doesn't it?]

"Shall we go?" Yu Xintang asked, arms crossed, her tone crisp and decisive. "Let's go to the Sword Tomb now."

The group came out to say goodbye to Wenlingcao and her family.

The old tree spirit looked at Xie Weixing, then at the dragon scales wrapped around his waist, his expression one of shock, as if he were looking at a madman.

"You..." The old tree spirit's hands, gripping his cane, trembled. "How could you..."

"Oh," Xie Weixing said, "I saw it sitting there, not saying a word, so I thought nobody wanted it."

Everyone: ?

The dragon scales at the waist: ...

Looking at the old tree spirit's increasingly blank expression.

Xie Weixing chuckled and shrugged, "Just kidding, actually it has recognized its owner."

Old Tree Spirit:

Does anyone find what you said funny?

*

The five people walked along the ancient jungle path.

The closer you get to the north, the more frigid and chilling the spiritual energy in the forest becomes.

The gentle, moist spiritual energy of the plants and trees vanished completely, replaced by a vast, thick, and continuous aura of sword energy.

After all, they were a group of teenagers with an average age of less than twenty, and seeing such a scene, they couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Considering the average lifespan of cultivators in the cultivation world, who can live for 300 years at the Qi Refining Realm, they should currently be at the stage of a three-year-old child.

A real elementary school kid.

Oh, not that mature.

Young chicks.

The air gradually became heavy, and the surrounding light dimmed layer by layer. Towering ancient trees formed a barrier, blocking out the sun. Only sparse sunlight fell through the gaps in the branches and leaves, landing on the mottled sword shadows scattered on the ground.

A magnificent ancient tomb spanning the sky and the earth came into view.

There are no walls, no halls, no steles, no platforms, only a deep stone gate.

"So this is the legendary Sword Tomb?" Yu Xintang looked up and examined it. "It really is..."

Everyone turned around curiously, wanting to hear what insightful opinions he had.

The young master of Penglai Realm, dressed in a magnificent purple robe, frowned slightly, a hint of disdain in his expression. He kept his eyes fixed ahead and finished his sentence: "...Ugly in a unique way."

Everyone: ...

"Alright, that's enough," Shen Chunri pressed down with both hands, "Stop messing around, okay? The whole world knows you're a rich, stupid, second-generation idiot with money to burn. Are you satisfied now?"

Nie Zhao sneered: "You're sick. You'd stuff a few silver notes into the mouth of any passing dog."

Xie Weixing smiled, his expression sincere: "Try to think positively. Although you are indeed rich, your congenital intellectual deficiency makes up for it."

Tan Suiting crossed his arms and said seriously, "Hmm."

Yu Xintang maintained the traditional smile of a wealthy young master from Penglai: "You can actually scold me one by one. I can't keep up with all of you scolding me at once. My head is spinning and I don't quite understand."

Xie fainted before waking up.

Damn, he's an illiterate man with an extremely short prefrontal cortex.