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

These three short words, as light as whispers, seemed to explode in Tan Suiting's ears.

The deathly stillness surrounding him shattered instantly.

Tan Suiting suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply as disbelief and astonishment swept over him.

Seeing his expression, the Dragon Queen gently curved her lips into a smile, her eyes filled with laughter: "The news your junior uncle sent back yesterday is that he is still alive and well, recovering his spiritual veins at the Spirit Spring in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Don't worry."

Tan Suiting stared at her blankly, even subconsciously holding his breath, his thin lips slightly parted.

"...What?"

His voice trembled slightly.

His mother's words, "You're not dead," pulled him back from the abyss to the world.

The Dragon Queen looked at him and nodded gently: "It's true."

She cupped her son's face in her hands, seemingly teasing, "Aren't you sad anymore? Aren't you going to atone with your death?"

Tan Suiting remained silent, opening his mouth as if to speak, but was so shocked that he lost his voice for a while, his throat becoming hoarse.

He buried his head and processed what he had just learned.

After a long pause, she gently shook her head and answered in a low voice with a sense of righteous indignation, "Father said I am innocent, Mother, I want to go find him."

The Dragon Emperor beside him raised an eyebrow: ?

Why weren't you so obedient just now?

Shen Chunri immediately stepped forward: "We already knew on our way here. Junior Uncle also sent a message back to the sect that Xie Kunkun is still alive, but we don't know how the spiritual vein is."

Yu Xintang, who was behind him, suddenly realized what was happening and froze.

Thinking it was a separation of life and death, he had already prepared himself to lose his dearest friend forever. But upon hearing the good news, all his grief turned into ecstasy, and the huge weight that had been pressing on his heart for days was finally lifted.

He was so happy that he danced around for a moment, then suddenly wanted to find someone to yell at.

So she glared angrily at Shen Chunri beside her: "You rambled on and on, why didn't you say something so important sooner?"

Shen Chunri pointed to himself, his mouth agape, his expression utterly speechless. After a long pause, he finally snapped, "Big brother, when I got here you were already lying there. I was thinking of quickly finding out if you had any last words. How could I have imagined this?"

Yu Xintang sneered mercilessly, "With your sesame-seed-cockroach brain, you might as well give up on eating farts."

Shen Chunri clenched his fists, gritting his teeth: "What did you say?"

"What's wrong with talking to you?" Yu Xintang sneered. "How could this young master possibly know a stinking Golden Core cultivator like you?"

"What about the Golden Core stage! Didn't you come from the Golden Core stage?"

"I'm not like that now, anyway."

Before they could exchange more than a few words, the two started fighting, just like before, pulling each other's hair and slapping each other's faces.

Yu Wan watched with her arms crossed, quite interested.

She and the one from Penglai Realm reached a consensus that they wanted to reserve all their love and affection for only one child, so they only gave birth to Yu Xintang.

However, she actually prefers to raise a daughter.

Watching these two fight so skillfully, like siblings, is quite amusing.

Feng Yu felt extremely embarrassed and stepped forward to separate the two, saying gently, "What kind of behavior is this, fighting like this in public?"

Although her tone was gentle, her grip was quite strong. Each of them was lifted to one side, and their heads were a mess.

"Uh." Yu Xintang let out a breath as she was being choked.

Yu Wan turned her head away and rolled her eyes.

Is this her own son? Is he even a good match?

Shen Chunri wanted to say something more.

Feng Yu kicked her in the leg.

"Ah," she exclaimed, then shut up, feeling wronged.

Feng Yu maintained a gentle smile and spoke softly, but for some reason, there was always a faint hint of gritted teeth: "Go back to your sect and embarrass yourself."

Nie Zhao crossed his arms and stepped forward to grasp Tan Suiting's shoulder.

"Let's go," she said.

Tan Suiting turned back.

The group exchanged glances.

No need for further words, the disciples of the sect are of one mind.

Having endured separation as childhood friends, and now with the turmoil over, they share only one thought—

Go to Wanjian Mountain and find Xie Weixing.

The four immediately took their leave.

"Should we use the flying artifact brought from the sect?" Feng Yu asked considerately.

Nie Zhao drew his Phoenix Sword: "No need, flying on a sword is faster."

Yu Xintang nodded and picked up Sifang: "I think so too."

Tan Suiting silently drew Feng Lian.

Shen Chunri glanced at them, then pointed at himself in shock after a long while: "What am I supposed to do? My junior uncle had someone bring me back a cauldron, saying it was found in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. I'm supposed to fly on the cauldron?"

Tan Suiting glanced at her: "That's fine too, you can still lie down inside."

It should be very comfortable.

Shen Chunri looked at him expressionlessly: "Xiao Tan, this isn't funny."

"I'm not joking."

Shen Chunri:

Nie Zhao looked up at the sky speechlessly, then pulled the person into his arms without hesitation: "Come on, if you say another word, you're all going back to your sect."

The group immediately shut up and followed.

A gentle breeze caresses the face, while the sea of ​​clouds surges and rolls.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the majestic and magnificent outline of Wanjian Mountain came into view, with sword energy swirling around it and lush vegetation, just as it had been in my memory.

Ancient trees reach for the sky in front of the mountain gate, and a stone tablet stands tall, engraved with the three ancient and vigorous characters "Wanjian Mountain," weathered by time.

Tan Suiting raised his foot to step into the mountain gate.

The next moment, a clear and thick light blue barrier suddenly appeared.

The light curtain stretches across the entire mountaintop, flowing like water, gentle yet indestructible, firmly isolating the inner and outer worlds.

"Buzz—"

A slight tremor of the barrier resounded, carrying the heavy pressure of an ancient formation, blocking all the three people's steps forward.

Tan Suiting subconsciously raised his palm, his fingertips carrying lightning spiritual power as they touched the barrier.

But as soon as it touched the cyan light barrier, it was repelled by a gentle yet absolutely unbreakable force.

The spiritual energy dissipated, and it remained motionless.

His gaze froze slightly.

"What's going on?" Nie Zhao took two steps forward and raised his hand to unleash a powerful attack with Phoenix Fire.

The fierce flames collided with the barrier, only causing a few tiny ripples that vanished in an instant, leaving the barrier completely intact without even a slight tremor.

Nie Zhao stopped, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Yu Xintang stepped forward slowly, her gaze calmly surveying the entire barrier. She gathered her fingertips to form a probing spell, carefully sensing the flow of the array patterns.

"I can't get in," he concluded.

The barrier is not malicious, but it is absolutely unbreakable.

A flash of purple light appeared.

Fu Yao appeared before them, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Oh, you came fast enough. Have you killed all those little bastards from Southern Xinjiang?"

A man in black was following behind him.

Tan Suiting spoke first: "Where is my senior brother?"

"I took a nap in that... you know." She crossed her arms, seemingly having suddenly forgotten her name.

Yuan Heng, standing behind her, added, "The Spring of Spirits."

"Oh right, he's lying in that spring," Fu Yao explained. "His spiritual veins were reshaped later, so they were already very fragile. He was stabbed in the Sword Tomb and almost exploded. He was lucky that there was a fountain in the Worldly Spirit Spring that could reshape spiritual veins..."

Yuan Heng interrupted through gritted teeth: "That's the Imperial Commander..."