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

Yu Xintang:.

His tearful expression vanished instantly, replaced by utter speechlessness.

After a long silence, he suddenly roared, "Brother, this is the most fashionable wooden sachet! Do you even know what you're doing?! Xie Weixing, are you out of your mind?!"

[This is hilarious! Is this how they treat our young master from Penglai Realm?]

[Oh, and he's a woody fragrance mastermind.]

Can your Feng Hua Sect even get more than three sentences of emotional appeal?

[This Xie Weixing is entirely referring to the sedative, Suiting.]

[Long time no see, Senior Sister is even more handsome now!]

[Does anyone have Nie Zhao and Little Snake Rela's accounts?]

Xie Weixing laughed and put her arm around him: "Just kidding, Tangtang, long time no see."

Shen Chunri came over excitedly: "Hehe, I want a hug too..."

Tan Suiting yanked him away.

His expression was serious: "Little snake, the other side is watching you, be careful."

Shen Chunri looked bewildered: "Huh? Oh, Xiaolong, you're so nice."

Nie Zhao sighed and covered his forehead.

When Xie Weixing returned, it felt like everyone in the Feng Hua Sect had instantly lost eight hundred points of intelligence.

Suddenly, a furious shout rang out, and the air around the entire Feng Hua Sect's mountain gate froze completely.

The Thousand Scales Formation, previously formed by the twelve elite disciples of the Suyu Sect, surged in power once again. Dark blue scales broke through the ground and spread out, densely covering the entire battlefield, like countless lurking venomous snakes, locking down the airspace in all directions.

The fierce energy surged like ink, and a cold, oppressive force descended from the sky, causing the pines and cypresses on the mountaintop to tremble and loose rocks to float off the ground.

Ni Ziyuan threatened coldly, "I'll ask you one more time, will you give me the dragon scales or not!"

Nie Zhao stood at the forefront, her usual coldness completely gone, replaced by arrogance. Phoenix fire blazed in her palm: "I said I won't give it to you, and that's final. If you want to fight, I'll fight you!"

Yu Xintang formed a hand seal and slapped down, spreading out layers of protective barriers to firmly protect the mountain gate behind her.

His voice was clear and gentle: "When it comes to fighting, our Feng Hua Sect has never been afraid."

"Arrogant!" Ni Ziyuan's eyes burned with murderous intent. "Since the Fenghua Sect insists on using its privately hoarded treasures to cut off the path to survival for my Suyu Sect, then today, I will leave you all here!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the black-clad retainer stepped forward.

The sluggishness from being knocked back by Xie Weixing's arrow vanished instantly, and the cultivator's withered face was covered with frost. His voice was hoarse: "A mere junior dares to break my spells and interfere with the sect's karma?"

Xie Weixing stood in the eye of the storm, his posture slender and relaxed, a faint layer of mocking amusement in his eyes: "Old man, your skills are nothing special, but your words are certainly irritating. You asked me about the Dragon Scale, which I brought from Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and later gave to my Dragon Palace. When did it become your problem? Your own son couldn't control his own flesh and got beaten into a eunuch and now he's asking the Dragon Scale for help. What's with all this high-sounding talk?"

His long, slender fingers gripped the bow's jade-like body, and his tone was light and mocking: "You old codger, if I were to ask about the lineage of the Daoist sect, I would never let your son leave the sect alive. And now you dare to come and nag? No wonder you raised such a rotten son. Isn't the Suyu Sect just a trash sect?"

"Insolence!" the black-clad retainer roared in fury.

He raised both palms simultaneously, and a massive inky flood suddenly surged around him, engulfing the sky.

"The abyss swallows a thousand mountains!"

Compared to the previous overwhelming attack, this move was even more domineering. The pitch-black spiritual energy condensed into thousands of heavy water peaks, each bearing spirit-locking scales, which surrounded and crushed from all directions.

Nie Zhao snorted coldly, and Feng Zhi suddenly emerged from her body, letting out a phoenix cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth. As she thrust her sword, her arm moved straight out, the sword's momentum swift and decisive: "Crimson Phoenix Shatters the Sky, Water Cuts and the Moon Reflects!"

A burst of flame exploded, directly resisting the incoming scale-patterned magic. The chilling and malevolent aura was repelled by half by the Phoenix Fire.

The next moment, the water surged down, causing the space to fold and tremble, and the air to be filled with a suffocating pressure.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, ice condensed at his fingertips and instantly transformed into cold-colored sword feathers. He joined three fingers of his right hand together, gripped the bowstring, and pulled it back fully, as the surrounding spiritual energy converged on the bow.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, a gust of wind swirling around the bow, a heavy sense of power spreading out, making one's mind tremble slightly.

He curled his lips slightly and slowly said, "Trying to act like a master in front of me? You've really messed with the wrong person."

When it comes to showing off, Xie Weixing has never been afraid of anyone.

With a sharp clang, a clear sound pierced the air!

The ice arrow, imbued with the extreme cold power of the Azure Water Lion, was released from its bow, transforming into a dazzling streak of pale gold light. It tore through the howling mountain winds, spreading layers of chilling and malevolent energy along its path. Its sharp edge hurtled straight towards the Jade Sect, and wherever it passed, the scale-patterned magic melted and dissipated like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

The moment the arrow exploded, the aftershocks rippled outwards.

He loosened his grip, and the bowstring snapped back gently.

She raised her hand, lightly flicking her bangs with her fingertips, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "If you say it's trash, you immediately rush to prove it. Even dogs that have developed intelligence aren't as obedient as you."

It was as if that earth-shattering, deadly strike just now was nothing more than a casual attempt.

Nie Zhao coldly replied, "Break through the formation head-on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Suiting rushed out instantly.

The sword, Fenglian, is white yet quenched with blue, and the fine dragon patterns on its spine are all brightly lit. Every inch of its sharpness carries the chilling power of tempering bones and flesh.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but went straight up into the dark, overwhelming water peaks.

"Slay all evil with my sword!" The Crown Prince's expression turned cold and stern. He flicked his wrist, his sword strikes solidifying like the sea, unleashing a thunderous strike: "Severing Illusion from the Void—!"

The sword light descended like mountains and seas, its sharp sword energy cleaving through layers of dark water curtains. Wherever the lightning touched, the dark water elemental energy crumbled and dissipated completely.

The black-clad elder coldly surveyed the scene, his palm incantation changing once more: "Thousand Scales Locking Meridians!"

He said coldly, "I am a mid-stage Tai Xu Realm cultivator. Dealing with you little brats is a piece of cake!"

Ni Ziyuan quickly added from the side: "Senior, please capture that dragon prince alive. He must know how to use the Dragon Scales to reshape the power of origin."

The black-clad attendant tilted his head slightly in response.

The Thousand Scales Formation is ever-renewing, its power cycling endlessly. The shattered water peaks are instantly repaired by the formation patterns, and layers of yin and yang spiritual energy overlap, entangling Tan Suiting's sword blade.

Twelve dark, scale-like lights suddenly shot out from the formation, their fine, sharp spiritual threads like needles and nets, precisely targeting his vital points.

"Watch out!" Yu Xintang shouted angrily, her voice instantly piercing the wind. Dozens of wind-controlling talismans appeared in her hand in an instant, and she flicked them out, "Flowing Wind Asks the Moon—"

Xie Weixing moved swiftly, instantly drawing his sword and leaping to the left flank. His dark blue robes billowed with the movement of his sword, his swordplay extremely simple and fast, without the slightest redundancy: "Azure Snow, Cold Moon!"

He made a hand seal with his fingertips, and the sword followed his body, spreading out a circle of moon-white sword energy. Instantly, countless ice shards spread out, and countless tiny sword lights fell like stars, accurately severing all the scale-patterned spiritual threads that approached Tan Suiting.

"The Void Realm, huh?" Xie Weixing burned a talisman in his hand to ashes, then coldly snorted. Wherever his sword flashed, spiritual threads shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black mist and dissipating. "I'm going to fight someone in the Void Realm!"