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

Xie Weixing's clear and transparent spiritual power of questioning his heart flowed into the sword through his fingertips, perfectly matching the compassionate sword intent buried deep within the sword.

Spiritual energy rapidly coiled around their fingertips, the dragon patterns on the sword spine shimmering and shining, their radiance undiminished.

He closed his five fingers and firmly grasped Feng Lian. He raised his wrist slightly and held the number one divine sword in the world horizontally in front of him. His movements were relaxed and natural, flowing smoothly without the slightest stiffness or sluggishness.

The others stared blankly at the scene before them.

"Uh." Shen Chunri picked his nose. "Didn't they say the divine sword recognizes its master?"

Nie Zhao, holding the sword, said, "Go touch it and you'll know whether you recognize it or not."

Shen Chunri said expressionlessly, "Senior sister, just say you want me to die."

The sharp yet gentle sword wind swept away Xie Weixing as he raised his hand, lifting a few strands of his hair.

Yu Xintang felt that her perception was being constantly reset.

He asked in bewilderment, "It actually works?"

Nie Zhao murmured in surprise, his eyes filled with shock, "Since ancient times, a divine sword has only one master. How could the Fenglian Sword recognize two people?"

Shen Chunri chuckled: "Isn't this a bit too much for you two? Aren't you being a little too distant?"

Xie Weixing lowered his eyes and stared at the long sword in his hand, his fingertips lightly twisting the hilt, carefully sensing the gentle resonance emanating from the blade.

He turned his head to look at Tan Suiting, who was quietly watching him beside him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes shimmering with a subtle light: "Your Highness, does this mean we're inseparable for life?"

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, looking at the hand holding his natal divine sword. His eyes were light, but the corners of his lips unconsciously curved slightly.

The sword mound shimmered with silver light, falling upon the intertwined figures of the two.

These are his and his senior brother's swords.

If any one of them is missing, then there is no chance of finding someone to be pitied.

After a moment of silence, Xie Weixing turned his head and saw that Shen Chunri and Yu Xintang were rolling their eyes to the heavens.

The Feng Lian in his hand transformed into a silver-white ring, a faint light flashed, and it was firmly placed on Tan Suiting's index finger.

"What's with that expression?" Xie Weixing said as he came downstairs. "Can you please stop being so hostile towards two geniuses?"

"What are you talking about? Everyone's a genius," Shen Chunri chuckled. "Is that what we're bothered by?"

"Not to be rude," Yu Xintang couldn't help but chuckle, "but what's the difference between you two now and being married? He can use your Dragon Scales, and you can use his Feng Lian."

Nie Zhao crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow slightly, and added, "There are many Daoist partners who cannot freely use each other's spiritual weapons."

Xie Weixing replied matter-of-factly, "We're good friends, we're destined to be together."

"But what you just said is absolutely right," Yu Xintang hooked her arm around his shoulder, "You two are destined to be inseparable in this life. Wen Longlin and Feng Lian have merged the power of the East Sea Taixu Dragon Clan bloodline of Xiaolong, as well as the cleansing power of the Azure Water Lion in your body."

"In other words," Nie Zhao added, "a large part of your spiritual veins and sea of ​​consciousness have already become intertwined and resonated together through spiritual artifacts."

Xie Weixing asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

Nie Zhao was about to explain in detail, but the words were still stuck in her throat.

A clear and calm voice slowly rang out from behind Xie Weixing.

"Yes."

Xie Weixing turned his head.

"Their spiritual veins are connected, and their hearts are intertwined," Tan Suiting said calmly. "In the records of the ancient dragon race, very few could achieve such a bond. The only pair I have ever seen in my life are my father and mother."

Yu Xintang paused slightly, then asked softly, "The Dragon Clan's Empress?"

"Hmm." Tan Suiting nodded, his fingertips gently stroking the dragon bone pattern on the hilt of the Fenglian sword. "My father and mother were deeply in love when they were young, their hearts were connected, their blood and spiritual power were intertwined, they could share perception, share injuries, and even draw on each other's cultivation in times of crisis."

Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow, and after a long pause, she finally spoke: "...Damn?"

He knew the Emperor and Empress of the East Sea were powerful, but he never expected them to be so extraordinary.

"Therefore, the Dragon Clan is loyal and powerful," Nie Zhao said calmly. "I heard that the Empress and the Emperor have already reached the Nascent Soul Realm. If they join forces, they might be able to reach the Heavenly Ascension Realm."

Shen Chunri listened for a long time, then sniffed and said, "So you guys say that what they did was practically a wedding, right?"

Xie Weixing gave a slightly stiff smile, feeling inexplicably guilty.

He glanced instinctively at Tan Suiting beside him, then quickly looked away.

She's usually a bit flirtatious.

But surely he wouldn't go so far as to take advantage of a minor?

According to the Dragon Clan's custom of coming of age at twenty-five, His Highness the Crown Prince's current age would be equivalent to a junior high school student in modern society. What difference is there between him and someone I've watched grow up?

And can the other person really distinguish between liking and depending on each other?

These two feelings are very similar, but when it comes to a real comparison, they are worlds apart. His Highness the Crown Prince is simple-minded and stubborn, and he values ​​oaths and affections very much. He has also saved the Crown Prince's life, and the two of them have cultivated together and grown up together.

Xie Weixing lowered her eyes gently.

At that age, when they're playing house and calling each other "baby," even the wind and waves would spit blood on them if they heard it.

He didn't want to talk about Suiting taking the wrong path.

If it really ends in a tragic failure, then it will all be his responsibility as the senior brother.

Shen Chunri was still pestering Nie Zhao with her endless chatter.

Tan Suiting instantly forgot about her ongoing cold war with her senior brother, tightly holding Xie Weixing's hand, and calmly raised her eyes: "We're just close, we're just destined for each other, what do you say?"

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment, then cooperated by interlocking their fingers and giving her a provocative smile.

Shen Chunri stopped arguing abruptly, looking at their smug faces: "You, you, you, you all!"

Shameless! Xiaolong is becoming more and more shameless!

They all learned bad things from Xie Weixing!

"What's wrong with me?" Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

Tan Suiting retorted without backing down: "You stinking snake, if you spout any more nonsense, I'll electrocute you."

Shen Chunri: ?

"Hehehehehe?" She pounced on him, ready to bite. "You've really gotten bold, haven't you, Xiao Tan! I'm your senior sister!"

Yu Xintang quickly pulled her back, advising, "Young Master Snake, let it go, let it go. They are sword cultivators, we can't beat them."

Shen Chunri took a breath: "Fine, you can't win a fight, huh?"

She snorted and abruptly turned her head: "Come on, let's hold hands! No! Let's all three of us get married! Yu Xintang! Senior Sister!"

Yu Xintang never expected her to repay kindness with enmity like this. She instantly slapped the woman away, wishing she could take out the Four Directions and fight her to the death: "Get lost! You think you can give me my precious first kiss? I'd rather die than be humiliated, you know? I'd rather take the Four Directions to the execution platform and jump off a cliff to prove my innocence than let you ruin it!"

Shen Chunri quickly turned to Nie Zhao and clung to her: "Senior Sister, I'll just..."

Nie Zhao glanced at him coldly.

Shen Chunri turned her head smoothly, put on a dignified smile, and instantly became honest. She changed the subject and added the second half of her sentence: "...I wouldn't hold hands with people casually like them."

Everyone: ...

Is there anyone who can help her?