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

scared her to death.

If you took everyone's heart out now, it would beat for at least another three years.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chunri looked at his pale face.

He couldn't help but shiver, and then replied tremblingly, "Second Senior Brother, if you want to take us with you... I don't know about the others, but I will definitely fight to the death."

She doesn't want to go to the underworld yet.

Even if you're doing really badly, you shouldn't end up cleaning toilets.

……

Yu Xintang almost fainted.

The group was relieved and all got up.

"Mother, you know I won't die, yet you cried like that," Yu Xintang rubbed her sore shoulders. The knife wound from earlier had already healed in the Penglai Soul-Guiding Array. "It was terrifying."

He truly believed he was going to die.

Yu Wan glanced at her son, then kicked him in the butt again: "I'm your own mother. Even if I knew you wouldn't really die, I'd still be scared."

Seeing their own child in this state, what mother could remain calm?

Yu Xintang smiled and took her hand, saying, "Mother, thank you for coming in person."

Yu Wan said helplessly, "I received a message from the sect saying that you were kidnapped even though you had a sword. How could I sit idly by?"

Yu Xintang asked, "How's things at home?"

Then he asked, "Is Father alright?"

Yu Wan looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then raised her hand to wipe away the bloodstains from her son's temple: "Tang'er, you miss home, don't you?"

Yu Xintang was stunned.

The next moment, a sudden, intense sour sensation welled up in my nose.

He instinctively turned his head to the side.

He didn't want others to see him lose his composure for that moment.

Controlled by the Rebellious Heart Gu, he was taken back to the Southern Frontier, imprisoned in a dark altar for so many days, and then willingly destroyed his own soul for the sake of his fellow disciples.

How could I possibly not miss home?

Despite his seemingly privileged status as the young master of Penglai Realm, he is, in essence, just a boy in his early twenties.

Shen Chunri was a little touched. She took the initiative to pull Nie Zhao over and slowly stepped forward.

Nie Zhao remained calm and casually pulled Tan Suiting over as well, and the group completely covered Yu Xintang.

Those who didn't know what was happening would have thought the three people were about to gang up on a teenager.

Nie Zhao reached out and put her arm around his shoulder, patting him gently.

Tan Suiting moved closer, gently pressing his forehead against the back of his head.

Shen Chunri hugged him tightly, still holding Nie Zhao's hand, her chin resting on his shoulder, and whispered, "Welcome back, Senior Brother."

Yu Xintang remained silent for a while, then raised her hand and wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her finger. When she turned back, she burst into laughter through her tears: "How stupid! Get lost."

He thought the people in front of him would curse him a couple of times, just like before.

but.

Shen Chunri hugged him tightly again, her fingertips trembling slightly, and said, "Really, thank you for coming back, Yu Xintang."

He was stunned.

Tan Suiting, standing behind him, spoke softly, "I'm sorry."

Nie Zhao's eyes were still slightly red, but her gaze was calm. She raised her hand and hugged him, saying, "Next time, I won't let you get hurt."

The group chattered on and on about their deep camaraderie for quite some time.

Feng Yu coughed lightly: "Alright."

The Dragon Emperor turned to look at the Thunder Guard beside him, his voice deep and solemn, carrying an undeniable authority: "Clean up the battlefield and wipe out the remaining rebels in the Southern Frontier."

The Thunder Guards bowed and accepted the order, their armor clanging in unison.

The setting sun shone through the dilapidated altar dome, casting its light on the desolate land, where ashes of poisonous insects and broken talismans lay scattered, their fragments intertwined with dried bloodstains.

Tan Suiting stood quietly in place, his chilling aura completely dissipated.

He slowly lowered his deep eyes, his long eyelashes falling to conceal all the weariness in them.

The past grievances have been settled, and he should take responsibility.

Feng Lian appeared in his palm, and the black-and-gold-clad youth slowly walked through the ravaged battlefield of the Southern Frontier and stood before the Dragon Clan Empress.

Today, by arbitrarily mobilizing the Dragon Clan's heavy forces and privately dispatching the Thunder Guards who are not allowed to be deployed without imperial decree, the Dragon Clan of the Eastern Sea has already violated the clan rules.

Unauthorized use of military power without the Emperor's decree is a serious crime.

The unauthorized transfer of Lei Wei should be treated as treason.

Tan Suiting slightly raised his wrist, and the gleaming Fenglian sword suddenly rose horizontally, slowly and steadily pressing the blade against his neck. His expression was calm, even blank: "Having violated the laws of the Dragon Clan, I am willing to die."

My senior brother is dead and his soul has vanished; he has already done everything he needed to do.

Now that I've gone with them, it can be considered a happy ending.

Just as the sword was about to pierce the skin, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, firmly locking Tan Suiting's wrist as he held the sword.

The Dragon Emperor stepped forward, his black and gold robes billowing, his eyes revealing the solemnity of an emperor who was also a father.

He looked directly at his son, every word filled with tenderness: "What wrong have you done to avenge your fellow disciples? Slaughtering wicked clans is even more worthy of the teachings of your mother and me. The laws of the Dragon Clan punish those who plot rebellion and usurp power; they have never punished those with compassion and righteousness."

The Dragon Queen stepped forward quickly, raised her hand and gently pressed the cold blade, slowly removing the sword from his neck.

A suppressed moisture welled in her eyes, her voice gentle yet firm: "Long'er, the Southern Frontier uses witchcraft to harm people. You eliminated one clan, saving all living beings in the Three Realms and quelling years of chaos. How can you be accused of betraying your clan?"

Tan Suiting paused slightly, his eyes showing no joy, only a silent dejection.

The Dragon Emperor lowered his head, his gaze deep and his expression dignified and composed: "Dragon Child, as the Crown Prince, you have never lost the spirit of the Dragon Clan. The clan rules were initially established to consolidate the order, not to chill the hearts of innocent children. If today's success is achieved, yet you are to die, then my Dragon Clan's laws are narrow and unjust, and I, as a father, am heartless."

He raised his hand, his fingertips brushing across the boy's tired, pale face: "For arbitrarily summoning the Thunder Guards, I can punish you with confinement and strict discipline, but I will not sentence you to death. Now that the Southern Frontier has been destroyed, you should live well."

Tan Suiting stood still, his fingers, which were tightly gripping the long sword, twitched slightly, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes were filled with a desolate stillness.

The Dragon Queen raised her hand and gently half-embraced him: "Your heart is so cold and despondent, even... ready to die, because of that stabbed child whose whereabouts are unknown, isn't that right?"

The dragon race is loyal.

Once you've decided on someone, it will only be that person.

There are quite a few dragons whose cultivation has been greatly reduced or who have even died for love because of the death of the person they chose.

Tan Suiting's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was like a dried-up spring: "Mother, him."

His throat was dry and hoarse, and he even lost his voice for a few words, his voice filled with a confused sense of guilt: "He is a very important person to me."

"Now that I am dead, I can no longer find meaning in continuing my cultivation."

The Empress looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and helplessness: "...I never thought of blaming you. The first thing you did after waking up was to come to me and your father, the Emperor, because you wanted to send troops to attack the Southern Frontier."

"And... there's one more thing I think you should know."

Tan Suiting lowered his eyelids, his expression calm and indifferent.

The Dragon Queen tilted her head slightly, secretly observing her son's expression, and after a long while spoke: "Your fellow disciple."

"He is not dead."