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

Xie Weixing had sharp, defined brow bones and light brown eyes, the color of amber glass, with a slight upturn at the corners of her eyes. She usually had a nonchalant smile on her face.

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow slightly: "That's right."

Jiang Jiu was stunned: "...Why are you reacting like this?"

"What kind of reaction do you expect from me?" Xie Weixing asked nonchalantly.

Jiang Jiu felt helpless: "Shouldn't you straight men be devastated and in great pain when you encounter something like this?"

"Me? Straight man?" Xie Weixing laughed. "Your fingers are just straight, aren't they?"

Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment.

They were immediately stunned.

brother.

Oh no, sister, so you're gay too.

Later, whenever she saw a particularly outrageous story, she would recommend it to Xie Weixing.

A young e-sports player and an art student became accomplices, discussing countless novel plots together, all during evening self-study sessions.

Jiang Jiu said frankly, "If I had met you in junior high, I still wouldn't have gotten into vocational high school."

This book, in which the domineering CEO ruins the female lead with his full-arm tattoo, is one of them.

System: ...You're really not normal.

Xie Weixing chuckled and retorted: "Do you think the novel you manage is normal? The heartthrob who controls idiots with Gu worms has arrived, and everyone who doesn't like him will be beheaded."

The system felt a pang of guilt: ...After all, it's just online literature from a plant website.

Xie Weixing sneered as he watched the runes on his body slowly disappear into his body.

The spiritual energy that used to flow like a river was now blocked by the seal formed by the runes and firmly stuck at the root of the spiritual root.

It wasn't a sharp, tearing pain, but rather a cold, stagnant membrane that spread outwards from the spiritual root, tightly enveloping every strand of spiritual power, as if bound by an invisible soft lock.

He tried to activate his spiritual power, and the remaining spiritual energy in his meridians surged forward. Every inch of its flow carried a dull and heavy feeling, like a rushing river crashing into a frozen riverbed.

The system seemed a little nervous: Are you alright? It doesn't hurt too much, does it?

Xie Weixing pondered for a moment: It doesn't hurt, it's just a little... painful.

system:……

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Xie Weixing: It's a bit like rheumatism, you know? It's like old cold legs, a dull pain deep inside the bones.

A tingling sensation ran through the depths of his spiritual sea as the medicinal power of the Binding Spirit Pill spread along his meridians to his limbs, causing a stiff, weak, and sore feeling in his fingertips.

A faint, stagnant, crawling pain in the meridians.

System: Wait, let me check the information...

A moment later: Oh, this is normal. It's not as painful as when you were reshaping your physical body.

Xie Weixing: Thank you.

With the wind and fire spiritual roots sealed, the spiritual veins were finally able to take a breather and continuously send spiritual energy to the other spiritual roots.

System: Your cultivation level has dropped to the Foundation Establishment stage. Begin cultivating.

Xie Weixing sighed and started to vent his frustration: I know, do I need you to remind me?

The system ignored him: Within the Spring of Worldly Spirits, there is the protection of the Emperor's Mandate God. There is no better cultivation environment in the Three Realms. I will buy you suitable pills from the item shop. The speed will only be faster, not slower.

Xie Weixing was surprised to see it so serious for the first time and asked, "You're not going to just coast through life anymore? Are you finally thinking of doing something to earn your own living?"

The system, having reached its limit, declared: "Although I am a low-level system, I have undergone rigorous training from the command center! Assisting the host is my duty!"

Xie Weixing: Ah. Professional training, huh?

It's hard to believe this is true.

The system gritted its teeth and said: I am confident that I can help you reach the Nascent Soul Realm within ten years. Cooperate with me, and once you form your Nascent Soul, the Emperor's Mandate Divine Division will also be yours.

Xie Weixing: He never learns anything good; all he knows is how to brag like others.

[I'm dying of laughter, you two are such a makeshift team]

[Others can't guarantee that their bragging is 100% copied from you.]

[System adaptability to the host]

[You think our Emperor is going to die? Well, he won't die. He'll just stay here and refuse to die.]

System: You're going to train! Endure the pain! Train!

Xie Weixing surrendered: Okay, okay.

*

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, through the changing seasons and the changing seasons.

Dragon Abyss in the East China Sea.

"Is it this time?" Yu Xintang crossed her arms and leaned shamelessly against the tall, red-haired girl next to her. "Why is no one here yet?"

Nie Zhao slapped the person away.

He raised his hand and gently brushed his shoulder, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and slowly said, "If Xiaolong comes out of seclusion, he has a chance to reach the Taixu Realm. As your senior brother, you are still idle in the mid-Nascent Soul Realm... If you dare to say another word, go to the execution platform and die."

Covered in dust and dirt from the explosion, Yu Xintang yelled, "Hey, my new clothes! My freshly washed hair!"

Nie Zhao glanced at it coldly.

Her cultivation had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and she was only one step away from entering the Void Realm.

How terrifying is a twenty-eight-year-old Phoenix Maiden of the Void Realm?

His talent is even more outstanding than that of Feng Jilan, who once dominated the sect competition with his Wind and Cloud Sword and amazed the entire cultivation world.

If I hadn't come to pick up my junior brother from seclusion, I'd probably be undergoing tribulation right now.

Tan Suiting requested to enter Longyuan to cultivate four years ago.

The time predicted by Feng Yu has now arrived.

Dragon Abyss is the most dangerous forbidden land of the East Sea Dragon Clan. The abyss is bottomless, isolated from the light of the sun and moon, with no change of seasons or clear distinction between day and night, and is perpetually filled with the most violent primal dragon breath in the world.

Ordinary dragon clan members, even those who have cultivated to the Golden Core realm, only dare to absorb spiritual energy in the shallow waters on the outskirts; none dare to venture deep into the heart of the abyss.

What is produced here is not the gentle spiritual energy that nourishes cultivators, but the violent dragon breath left over from ancient times.

It is tyrannical, fierce, and extremely devouring. Once it enters the body, it will rampage through the meridians. Those with insufficient cultivation will even have their flesh torn apart. Its spiritual energy flows backward, constantly disturbing the soul and making the mind easily agitated by its malevolent energy.

Nie Zhao, a renowned cultivation fanatic of the Feng Hua Sect, also tried it back then.

She sat at the bottom of the abyss for only three days before turning pale and nearly dying.

Fortunately, the Dragon Queen reacted quickly and managed to pull her out before she died.

"This is Longyuan, which is dominated by lightning energy, and it doesn't match your spiritual power at all," she explained. "I didn't expect you to stay for three days... Fenghua Sect really only accepts geniuses."

Nie Zhao's face was pale, and he had no time to offer any praise.

She remembered the feeling at the bottom of the abyss all too clearly.

The moment the violent dragon energy enters the body, a tearing pain will come through the meridians, and the meridians throughout the body will be taut inch by inch, as if they will be torn apart by the surging spiritual energy in the next second.

The flow of qi and blood is reversed, and the internal organs are all invaded and suppressed by cold qi. The chest feels stuffy and dull, and the limbs and bones feel numb and stiff. Fine and long-lasting soreness and stinging pain linger under the skin and flesh at all times.

Moreover, this pain has no chance of dissipating; it will only intensify as one continues to cultivate and absorb more refined dragon power from the abyss.

Every breath and respiration is an excruciating ordeal.

Four years have passed, but even just thinking about it now gives Nie Zhao goosebumps.