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

"That's roughly the idea. A bunch of names are so complicated," Fu Yao waved her hand dismissively. "Rebuilding the spiritual veins takes time and can't be disturbed. I only took a look from afar after I went down to the spring to make sure he was out of danger for the time being before sending a message to your master and senior uncle."

Upon hearing this, Tan Suiting's eyes reddened, as if only now did he truly grasp the reality that "Xie Weixing is still alive."

"I," he began, his throat itching, "may I take a look?"

"No," Yuanheng said.

The group looked up at him.

Nie Zhao frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Shen Chunri looked straight to his side and met Fu Yao's eyes.

Fu Yao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Shen Chunri took it back.

She thought she had received the signal, nodded, and looked like a wicked person who knew, understood, and comprehended it.

He then cleared his throat and said loudly, "I understand, you're our junior uncle's lover, aren't you?"

"Bang."

Fu Yao slipped and almost fell headfirst.

Brother, does she mean that?

How can a human and a spirit beast intermarry? What if they have a mentally challenged child?

Yuanheng felt a chill and couldn't help but gag, then promptly rolled his eyes.

Those who practice spirit beasts tend to express themselves quite directly.

Fu Yao steadied herself and quickly explained, "This is the only tenth-tier spirit beast in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. It's not my lover, and I wouldn't be looking for one like this."

She still prefers beautiful men who are gentle, humble, delicate, and who look at her as if she were the radiant moon in the sky.

Yuan Heng sneered, "Do you think I'd come looking for you? You shrew."

Tan Suiting looked up.

A tenth-tier spirit beast.

The Lion of Azure Water possesses the power to change the world at the eighth level.

At the tenth level, one could probably fight to the death against someone at the Nascent Soul stage.

"Cultivators who have already obtained spiritual artifacts are no longer allowed to enter Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. Have you all forgotten?" Yuan Heng explained coldly, arms crossed. "You lot, you've all taken them, haven't you?"

Tan Suiting looked at Fu Yao.

"You want to ask why she was able to get in, right?" Yuan Heng turned his head. "Because she already has the cultivation of the Tai Xu Realm, but among you—"

He looked Tan Suiting up and down, his gaze finally settling on him: "The one with the highest cultivation level is probably you, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."

Fu Yao stepped one foot into the barrier and the other foot out, gesturing to the others before helplessly spreading her hands.

"Can I go in?" Shen Chunri raised her hand timidly. "I didn't take any spiritual artifacts from Ten Thousand Swords Mountain."

Yuan Heng looked at her, remained silent for a moment, then smiled and asked, "May I ask what that thing hanging on your waist is?"

Shen Chunri: "Uh."

She picked up the small pendant from her waist and whispered, "Azure Dragon Abyss Cauldron."

"Where did you come from?"

Shen Chunri, feeling guilty, replied, "...Night Water Abyss, perhaps."

"Then what the hell are you talking about!" Yuan Heng cursed, "You want to get into Ten Thousand Swords Mountain? Shameless! Dream on!"

Fu Yao has searched the entire Night Water Abyss for the past few days, wishing she could uncover the secrets of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Finally, I managed to snatch away the second furnace cauldron that I had been using to escape the summer heat!

Shen Chunri chuckled awkwardly, "Don't insult me. As for me, I'm just a snake."

The four stood in front of the mountain gate, gazing at the nearby Wanjian Mountain and the faint outline of the forest deep within the mountains.

Even though they are right there in the mountains, so close yet separated by mountains and seas, they cannot meet.

The initial elation gradually turned into a bittersweet sense of loss.

The wind swept through the mountains and forests, fluttering the robes of several people, and the sword energy lingered in the mountains, as if echoing.

Tan Suiting gazed silently at the heavy barrier.

No problem.

As long as he's alive, that's enough.

Having survived near-death experiences and just begun to recover from severe injuries, he needs to rest and recuperate in peace.

"How long will it take before my senior brother can leave the mountain?" he asked softly.

"At least three to five years," Yuanheng said, arms crossed, "but at most, it could take a hundred or two hundred years."

"One or two hundred years?" Nie Zhao frowned.

Although the cultivators are very old, it is common knowledge that the golden age for cultivation is within three hundred years.

If one fails to reach the Heavenly Realm within three hundred years, then there is basically no hope of transcending the tribulation and ascending to immortality.

Tan Suiting's fingers slowly tightened.

Yu Xintang raised her hand and gently embraced him. She opened her palm, and a light purple seed slowly flew towards the mountain gate and was buried in the soil.

Shen Chunri asked curiously, "What is this?"

"In Penglai Realm, if a family member is traveling far away and has not returned, a crabapple tree will be planted at the door of the house," Yu Xintang said slowly, "meaning that when the crabapple blossoms again in the future, lovers will surely meet again."

"No matter how many years," he looked up at the verdant mountain range, "Little Dragon, we'll wait together."

May someone return when the crabapple blossoms bloom anew.

*

pain.

Damn, that hurts.

Xie Weixing closed his eyes and frowned helplessly.

System: Your spiritual veins have been reshaped, but without the modification of the Shrinking Spirit Wood and Root Spirit Water, the spiritual energy is overloaded and surges in, so pain is normal.

Within the area covered by the gentle spiritual energy of the Emperor's Mandate, even those at the bottom of the spring can breathe freely.

Xie Weixing clicked his tongue and looked up at a golden longbow above.

He said lazily, "Brother, who gave you permission to format my computer?"

……

As soon as they survived, they started to act arrogantly towards the divine weapon.

The Imperial Commander trembled slightly, sensing his divine sense, but didn't bother to pay him any attention.

The system roared: "You're lucky to be alive! Why did you provoke it? What if it gets angry and kills you again?"

Xie Weixing said impatiently: "Ouch! What if I go out and fight and end up kneeling down in pain? A man's knees are worth gold. Do I still have any shame?"

System: What can we do? It's your bad luck.

Xie Weixing looked up and said: "I have a way."

System: Hmm?

The divine deity above their heads emitted a pale golden glow.

The solution is...

Xie Weixing's eyes darkened, and he raised two fingers, then swiftly bent them up and lowered them again.

Imitate the kneeling posture.

"Please give me back my spiritual root, please."

Acting cute.

Imperial Decree Divine Official:

It visibly stiffened for a moment.

The next moment, it slowly turned in a different direction.

Turn your back to him.

Xie Weixing: "Hey, you, a magical artifact, even have a front and back?"

The system sneered: What did you just say? Have you no shame? What does a man have under his knees again?

Xie Weixing chuckled: "A man has calves below his knees."

[The Imperial Divine Judge has instilled in the principle of yielding to the fortunate.]

[Still being provocative]

[Has my Yu Xintang come back yet?! Whether that old idiot Su Boyu is dead or not is very important to me!]

Please watch Xie Weixing and Yu Xintang's search for their relatives.

[How is Tan Suiting? I hope nothing bad has happened to him.]

[The Dragon Palace's source power can be repaired with Dragon Scales, and besides, the Feng Hua Sect has Feng Yu, the head of the Medicine Sect, so there shouldn't be any problems.]

[If your Crown Prince brother doesn't kill Su Boyu's entire family after he wakes up, I'll be this...]

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You can check out many new manuscripts on Douyin (ID: 朝朝不是找找). I've commissioned a manuscript for Nie Shiyun. Actually, I have very complicated feelings about this woman. You can criticize her because she did make a mistake, but please don't criticize her readers. The readers didn't do anything wrong. Please just enjoy yourselves in your own little world. / Hugs/Call me orz I'm currently buried in writing.