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

"Father! Father!" Su Boyu's eyes were filled with madness, collapse, and despair, and his chest was churning with overwhelming pain and fear.

Tan Suiting withdrew his hand, his face indifferent, and looked at him leisurely, his tone extremely cold: "Senior brother is kind-hearted and has spared you many times, but I am a cold-blooded and heartless person."

Looking at the man lying on the ground, Su Boyu felt as if a raging fire was burning his internal organs, or as if he was frozen solid by ice. A suffocating feeling swept over him, almost making him faint.

"Su Boyu," Tan Suiting said softly, the three words lingering between his lips, "I really can't let you go."

Even if he can't take the other person's life today because of the Rebellious Heart Gu, he still has to bring the person back to Fenghua Sect.

They manipulated his close friends and acquaintances to kill his loved ones.

Of the five people from Feng Hua Sect who went to Wan Jian Mountain, only three returned.

How could he dare to let go? How could he possibly let go?

Even the longest-lasting things have an end.

Tan Suiting coldly looked at the blood-soaked land of the Southern Frontier behind him, his eyes filled with the blood and tears of that day at the Sword Tomb.

This sorrow will last forever, without end.

Su Boyu glared at him hatefully, raising her hand to hold the dagger against Yu Xintang's neck: "Tan Suiting, you are the dignified Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan, born to enjoy the support of the entire East Sea, so naturally you can stand here and speak so magnanimously about the fairness of all things in the world, but what about me?"

Tears welled in his eyes: "I was born with a defective physique, my father despised me, and my mother constantly beat and scolded me. She would only say a few kind words to me when she was in a good mood. But you, you always enjoy your parents' love, and you even have the best talent. Cultivation is as easy for you as eating and drinking. But what about me? I have to humble myself and beg for help even to practice Qi. What right do you have to call me evil! You are the evil ones! The whole world has wronged me!"

He chuckled strangely, a ferocious expression spreading across his once pure and fair face: "I want all of you, the chosen ones of heaven, to bow down before me, to become my puppets, to be used by me, to be summoned and dismissed at my whim. This is what you owe me! This is what the world owes me!"

"Xie Weixing is a good-for-nothing too! His cultivation is completely ruined, and he can't use a single trace of spiritual power for the rest of his life. Why do you all like him?" Su Boyu's voice was hoarse. "What's so good about him? He's even worse than me! How come he was able to enter the Fenghua Sect so easily and regain his spiritual veins?!"

Tan Suiting looked at him coldly.

"When my senior brother first arrived at Feng Hua Sect, his cultivation was completely ruined, and he didn't even have a trace of spiritual power," Tan Suiting said slowly, his thin lips parting slightly. "Even our master, who is the head of the Sword Sect, personally asserted that this body had no meaning for cultivation."

Su Boyu stared intently at him.

"But he wasn't like you," Tan Suiting clenched his fists, his knuckles tense, each word clear and distinct, "like you, who treats other people's lives as worthless, relying on deception and poison to cultivate, climbing up by stepping on the bones and blood of others."

"He was in that tiny wooden hut," the Crown Prince's cold eyes trembled slightly, slowly reddening, as if recalling a distant memory, "sitting alone, without any protection. He dared to destroy his spiritual veins and rebuild his foundation, enduring excruciating pain, almost going insane, yet he never considered using harming others to enhance his own cultivation."

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly red, and said, word by word, "You are not worthy to be compared to him."

Su Boyu trembled all over, and after a long while, he said hoarsely, "Don't touch my mother, or I will fight you to the death. You can torture her just as I torture Yu Xintang."

The dagger pierced the skin of the boy's neck in his hand, and blood slowly spread down.

Before Tan Suiting could even speak...

next moment--

Yu Xintang, who was being held in front of him, suddenly looked up and her hand moved so fast that it was just a blur. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard!

"what!"

A dull pain struck, and Su Boyu screamed sharply, instinctively letting go of her hand.

Yu Xintang caught the falling dagger in an instant, and a cold glint flashed as she raised her hand!

The sharp blade tore through the fabric and pierced deep into the flesh along the muscle fibers.

The Reversal Gu affected both of them. Yu Xintang groaned, and blood began to flow from his shoulder, but he did not hesitate to push the dagger deeper.

The blade pierced Su Boyu's skin and then rolled inwards, causing warm, scalding blood to gush out from the dagger's grooves, flowing down the hilt and soaking between her fingers.

Su Boyu looked up in disbelief: "You...cough! How could you..."

How could he possibly break his rebellious curse?

Once the Rebellious Heart Gu is planted, it is difficult to remove for life. With his mastery of Gu techniques, as long as he succeeds once, he can definitely keep Yu Xintang under control.

But at this moment, the boy in front of me doesn't seem to be bound by the Gu technique at all.

All that remains is the fierce edge that emerges after breaking free of the cage.

"Your sinister arts... the Sword Tomb was able to control me that day only because you caught me off guard," Yu Xintang's eyes reddened, her features clearly outlined amidst the flying blood. "This young master possesses demigod blood, the number one genius in Penglai Realm for the past hundred years. Do you think I'll be controlled by you for the rest of my life?!"

In fact, he was already able to develop his own consciousness not long after arriving in southern Xinjiang.

However, he was placed on the altar and kept under close surveillance, so he had no chance to send messages to Penglai Realm or Fenghua Sect.

Moreover, the time one is conscious each day is limited. If one acts hastily, one might alert the enemy, and the outcome would not be better.

So he's been pretending to be stupid for the past few days, and as time goes on, he's been able to stay sober for longer periods each day.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

Su Boyu covered her wound, breathing heavily in pain, and raised her hand to gather her witchcraft spiritual power.

"Little Dragon!" Yu Xintang turned to the side, gritting her teeth and roaring, "Kill him!"

When Tan Suiting met his gaze for a moment, a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

The next instant, he raised his hand and drew his sword.

"The wind and thunder move."

He gripped the hilt with his five fingers and flicked his wrist swiftly.

Feng Lian's clear and sharp sword cry shattered the surroundings as the sword broke free of its sheath, its cold light as white as snow, and its blade swirling with chilling spiritual energy.

Tan Suiting's movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest redundancy. He flicked his sword tip diagonally, creating a white sword flower, and the sharp sword energy instantly cleaved through the dark Gu mist surrounding Su Boyu.

"Zheng—"

Su Boyu dodged in a sorry state, taking advantage of Tan Suiting's caution in fear of hurting Yu Xintang, she raised her hand to form a hand seal, her fingertips flying rapidly to deepen the Rebellious Heart Gu planted in Yu Xintang's body, her fingertips interlacing and then slamming hard against her own chest.

A deep red line, as dark as blood, suddenly appeared on his and Yu Xintang's wrists.

Countless tiny, jet-black Gu worms wriggled out from his palm, glowing with a faint red light. The moment they left his palm, they transformed into thousands of delicate, translucent crimson threads, like a sky full of flowing clouds. One end was tightly tied to his wrist, and the other end was tightly bound to Yu Xintang's neck.

Using Gu worms as a medium and the soul as a guide, a red thread binds the soul, linking life and death.