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

However, Feng Jilan is probably getting old, and the blow she suffered this time was too severe, leaving her with aftereffects. She is now more than ten times more talkative than before.

……

It doesn't mean that he was always quiet before.

Nie Zhao didn't even bother to come up with a reason, raising his hand to indicate that he didn't want to listen: "Master, I want to go cultivate. You should go find Yu Xintang. After he gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao, he became very arrogant and idle, spending his days playing with cats and dogs. I think he is lacking some very profound education."

"You don't even want to listen to your master! You unfilial disciple!" Feng Jilan slammed his hand on the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. After a moment, he shouted again, "Where's that little brat? Where is he?! I'm going to talk to him—"

So in the end, Yu Xintang was forced into seclusion.

It was only released two months ago.

"Xiao Long," Yu Xintang stepped forward and hugged him, "you've lost so much weight."

Tan Suiting nodded, his voice clear and gentle, yet with a hint of coldness: "How is the sect?"

"All is well," Nie Zhao stepped forward, sizing him up. "You've reached the Tai Xu Realm?"

Tan Suiting nodded: "Yes."

"Twelve bolts of heavenly lightning from the Taixu Realm!" Yu Xintang exclaimed in shock, scanning him from head to toe. "You're not injured?"

"I'm injured," Tan Suiting replied.

Nie Zhao frowned: "Where are you injured?"

Tan Suiting glanced at her, his expression indifferent, and softly uttered two words: "Sleeves."

Nie Zhao: ?

Yu Xintang said expressionlessly, "Big brother, have you been practicing your talking skills all these years in Longyuan?"

"No," Tan Suiting said calmly, "I'm really injured."

Nie Zhao quickly covered his mouth: "Let's go. To Ten Thousand Swords Mountain."

Tan Suiting stumbled slightly as she pulled him along, and asked, "Senior brother... is he awake?"

Yu Xintang shook her head: "They're asleep. We thought it was too hot in the summer and wanted to soak in the Spirit Spring, but Yuan Heng saw us and got angry, telling us to get lost. So we've gone back to the sect. You know what, cultivation in the Night Water Abyss is really fast."

Tan Suiting's eyelids twitched: "Where is Master?"

Nie Zhao replied, "Master is at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Seeing that he seemed eager to ask each question one by one, Nie Zhao simply blurted out everything at once.

"My senior master is in seclusion, probably close to breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage," she said, holding her sword in one hand and pulling someone along with her other. "My junior master has been in the Night Water Abyss, cultivating at an incredibly fast pace, probably at the late stage of the Void Realm?"

"Your senior brother here has already reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm," Yu Xintang stepped forward and hugged him. "Little Snake formed his Nascent Soul half a year ago, but you are still more powerful. You dare to be so ruthless to yourself. You entered the Taixu Realm in four years. You could have become an elder in another sect by now."

There's a saying in the cultivation world: only after reaching the Tai Xu Realm can one truly embark on the sacred path of cultivation.

Those at the Nascent Soul stage and below can still be nourished with heavenly treasures, but from the Void stage onwards, it is no longer a stage where one can rely on elixirs to force a breakthrough.

After entering the Tai Xu Realm, the cultivation speed will become extremely slow.

For example, for a genius like Feng Jilan, it takes three years to advance a small level and ten years to break through a new realm.

He and Feng Yu, among others, all entered the Taixu realm at the age of forty, which already considered top-tier talent.

It took him a full sixty years to break through from the Taixu Realm to the Huashen Realm.

"Wait a minute." Tan Suiting stopped in his tracks.

Yu Xintang turned around, raising an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Tan Suiting's complexion was a pale white, nurtured by the cold mist at the bottom of the abyss year-round, like frozen mutton fat jade, with a faint layer of frost.

He seemed a little embarrassed and nervous: "...I want to change my clothes."

His Highness the Crown Prince lowered his eyelashes, examining himself.

His face was covered in dust, his hands had dried bloodstains, and his clothes were old.

He was about to see his senior brother and didn't want to look like this.

Nie Zhao chuckled: "You've even started imitating Yu Xintang? As a cultivator, you should be clean and tidy. Where did you get this vain attitude from during your four years in Longyuan?"

"Oh, I disagree with that," Yu Xintang raised her hand and shook her slender fingers. "How can you talk about being a person if you can't even dress properly? How can you talk about seeking the Dao? Come on, Xiaolong, your senior brother will take you to buy some nice clothes."

Nie Zhao raised an eyebrow: "Is this necessary? Xie Xiaoshui is fast asleep at the bottom of the spring, she can't see anything."

Tan Suiting's face instantly fell.

"Oh dear, let's not listen to her," Yu Xintang quickly hugged her and comforted her gently, "Senior sister doesn't know how to talk, let's ignore her. Senior brother will take you to choose new clothes, and we'll dress up beautifully to see Xiaoshui, okay?"

Tan Suiting nodded.

Nie Zhao pointed to himself and sneered, "Can't I speak?"

Yu Xintang turned around and glared at her, then blinked, as if to say, "See for yourself, you've annoyed Xiaolong."

Nie Zhao clicked his tongue: "Didn't Donghai prepare clothes for the Crown Prince? Does he really have to go and buy them?"

I hate shopping in ready-made clothing stores.

Tan Suiting slowly replied, "The color of the Crown Prince's robe is too dark."

The female protagonist is white and the male protagonist is black, and their clothes are mostly these colors.

But he felt that he didn't look that good in black.

"It's just a piece of clothing," Yu Xintang waved her hand. "So what if we buy an entire shop? He doesn't want to wear the prince's attire because our little dragon doesn't like it. If he doesn't like it, this young master will just go and buy him something he likes. What's so difficult about that?"

Nie Zhao glanced at him and scoffed, "You spoil him like this."

She's comparable to Xie Weixing.

Yu Xintang ignored him and immediately took Tan Suiting to the largest clothing store in Yanzhou, where she dressed up Long properly before they came out.

Nie Zhao waited at the door, sword in hand, his brows furrowed with annoyance: "How many sets do you want to buy? How many hands and feet?"

Yu Xintang clicked her tongue: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. This one looks good, doesn't it?"

Nie Zhao frowned and looked up.

Tan Suiting wore a cross-collar long robe with a base color of frost blue and moon blue. The fabric was a special ice-patterned silk from the East China Sea, which would show a light frost-like sheen when light passed over it.

The body of the garment is not extensively embroidered; only from the waist to the hem, there are intermittent dragon patterns embroidered with extremely fine dark gold thread, hidden in the fabric and only faintly emerging when the garment moves and flows, almost invisible when still.

It looks incredibly expensive, enough to scare you to death.

The cuffs are narrowed, the outer layer is frosty blue silk, and the inner layer is moon white soft satin. The neck and collar are embroidered with a very faint silver wavy pattern, and the hem of the robe has a slightly drooping and heavy feel.

Wearing a single dark blue earring is an ancient custom of the East Sea Dragon Clan. It is worn by parents and elders and cannot be removed before adulthood, symbolizing the protection of the child's safety.

She wore no other jade pendants or jewelry, except for a simple silver ring around the base of her index finger, which belonged to Feng Lian.

Nie Zhao looked him up and down, then nodded: "Good-looking."

"That's right," Yu Xintang raised her hand and put her elbow on Tan Suiting's shoulder, "Don't you even know who put their arm around him?"

"Let's go," Nie Zhao said, grasping Tan Suiting's hand. "You can swim, right? We need to get in the water to see Xiaoshui."

Tan Suiting: ?

"I am a dragon," he said.

Nie Zhao: ...

"Oh," he chuckled awkwardly, "I forgot about that."

Yu Xintang's lips twitched: "Haven't you forgotten too much?"