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

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind on the mountaintop suddenly turned cold.

Xie Weixing held a sword in one hand, while the fingertips of the other were lightly resting on the Divine Commander of Imperial Decree. The momentum of his bow was not fully drawn, and the lingering pressure of his aura heavily covered the entire area.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on Ni Ziyuan, whose face was pale: "You just argued illogically, relying on the fact that you brought along an old, useless waste of the Taixu Realm, and used your cultivation to coerce me, putting my fellow disciples in danger several times. You think you can just say you made a mistake and that's it? There's no such easy way in the world."

Shen Chunri, with his arms crossed, nudged Tan Suiting gently with his shoulder and whispered, "Little Tan, did you see that? Xie Kunkun is standing up for you."

Tan Suiting stared intently at the tall, slender figure and nodded slightly: "Mm."

Xie Weixing's longsword hung diagonally on the ground, its tip lightly touching the gravel, a cold light rippled out, his tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation, he said word by word: "Fenghua Sect is not a sect that swallows its pride and blood. Either you kneel down and admit your mistakes today, or none of you will leave."

He could understand that the other party was taking a risk because his son was in imminent danger, so he would not take his life today.

However, Ni Wentian has committed numerous evils and acts of injustice, so there is absolutely no way he could use the Dragon Scale to save his life.

Ni Ziyuan's back stiffened, his face turning pale and ashen, filled with shame, indignation, resentment, and utter disarray.

Defeat is acceptable, retreat is acceptable, but kneeling down and kowtowing to admit mistakes is absolutely out of the question.

He is the head of the Suyu Sect. If he were to kneel in public, what would become of the sect's reputation? Moreover, his pride would never allow him to be humiliated in front of a junior!

Ni Ziyuan suddenly raised his eyes, a fierce glint in them, his teeth clenched so tightly they trembled: "Don't push your luck! The battle is over, and we have already yielded by retreating willingly. Why must the Fenghua Sect pursue us to the bitter end!"

"To wipe them out completely?" Yu Xintang chuckled softly, arms crossed. "You think you still have any bargaining power? That the loser has no say?"

Nie Zhao spoke coldly, the Phoenix Flame in her hand blazing brightly, seemingly about to burn everything to ashes: "The trash you brought are now either dead or crippled, but I haven't even made a serious move yet."

Just now, Xie Weixing and Tan Suiting were showing off by practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. If you touch me with your whip, you can use my sword.

Nie Zhao didn't even bother to put in any effort; he just casually flicked his sword a couple of times to make it look like a fight.

In terms of spiritual power, she still has at least 70% left.

The cultivators of the Suyu Sect were struggling to breathe, their backs stiff. The black-robed elder, who had just been defeated and seriously injured, looked increasingly gloomy. He knew that he was now exhausted and had no strength left to fight against this group.

I thought that someone of this age was just a Golden Core cultivator, at most a Nascent Soul cultivator, but I never expected him to be so powerful.

Seeing their stubbornness, Tan Suiting's gilded lines disappeared into the depths of his pupils, covered by a thin but sharp chill: "At worst, I'll kill you all today, and then who will dare to come to the East Sea to hold me accountable?"

"Exactly," Shen Chunri hooked his arm around Tan Suiting's shoulder, bared his teeth slightly, and his pupils instantly flashed with serpentine vertical lines as he threatened, "I'll kill you all!"

Xie Weixing's gaze swept over Tan Suiting beside him, his eyes passing over Tan's noticeably thinner profile and slightly white knuckles, his eyes growing even colder.

He was already annoyed to see that his dragon prince's cheeks had lost their plumpness, and he kept cursing Feng Jilan for not taking good care of his little dragon in the past few years. He was also annoyed that these idiots had to come and provoke him at this time.

Ni Ziyuan gritted his teeth: "Today's matter is nothing more than a battle between sects, a matter of victory and defeat! You want me to kowtow? Wishful thinking!"

Although they were injured, they still had a mid-stage Taixu Realm elder present, so they were not to be trifled with.

"Zheng—!"

The clouds and waves suddenly stopped, and a cold, deep, and heavy sword cry pierced down from the heights of the sect.

A bluish-gray longsword pierced through the clouds and fell from the sky with the force of a mountain. Its blade was as clear as a cold pool reflecting the moon, and its spine was covered with flowing patterns. Its sword intent stirred up the wind and clouds on the horizon.

The next moment, it plunged deep into the soil!

No one came; only a sword remained.

Everyone from the Suyu Sect gasped in shock.

The Wind and Cloud Sword?!

"Ni Ziyuan, how dare you come to bully the people of my Fenghua Sect while I am in seclusion," a cold, magnetic male voice rang out. "It's been many years, and you've become quite bold."

Ni Ziyuan opened his eyes wide and looked around, exclaiming, "Who?! Who is it?!"

Could it be that the old man has come out of seclusion?

Ha, he's just a Taixu Realm cultivator. As long as he leaves today and takes another elder from the sect with him, there's still hope of obtaining the Dragon Inquiry Scale...

He was thinking about it.

Sudden--

"snort."

A woman's voice sneered, a flash of fiery purple-red light appeared, and an arrogant and domineering sword pressure, as fierce as a collapsing mountain, crashed down.

"Who?!"

"Who did you say it was?" Fu Yao landed steadily in front of the sect, wielding a heavy sword almost as big as herself in one hand, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly. "Of course, it's Grandma Fu Yao who beat your eighteen elders of the Su Yu Sect to their knees begging for mercy back then. How about it? Do you still recognize me?"

After Xie Weixing emerged from the Spring of Worldly Spirits, Yuan Heng was nowhere to be found. Fu Yao was still meditating by the spring, so he didn't disturb her cultivation and returned to the sect alone with the Azure Water Lion.

I never expected that before I even had a chance to catch up with someone, I would get into a fight.

Now that the old man was protecting him, he was happy to watch the show, tilting his head and asking in a low voice, "What's going on, old enemy?"

"I heard that Junior Uncle went to the Jade Sect to ask them for their Jade Bone Grass to cure his illness," Shen Chunri chimed in. "They not only refused to give it to him, but also threatened to keep Junior Uncle as their wife."

"Huh?" Yu Xintang leaned closer, frowning. "Isn't this courting death?"

"That's right," Shen Chunri nodded, "Back then, Junior Uncle used the Cangming Heavy Sword to defeat all eighteen elders of the Suyu Sect, and finally took the grass and left."

Xie Weixing was enjoying the gossip, but then suddenly realized, "Isn't the Jade Bone Grass a cure for congenital weakness and tuberculosis? Junior Uncle is like this..."

He quickly glanced at the woman in front of him, who was facing away from him and holding a heavy sword, and hesitated, "It can't be related to her being weak, can it? What kind of illness does she have that makes her so desperate for Jade Bone Grass?"

Tan Suiting stood behind the group, slowly exerting his strength to subtly push Yu Xintang aside and stand next to Xie Weixing.

He whispered, "Junior Uncle wants the Jade Bone Grass, not for himself."

"Hmm?" Xie Weixing tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Who is that for?"

Tan Suiting took a small step closer to him, his eyelashes drooping, his thin lips almost touching Xie Weixing's cold, delicate profile, and slowly opened his mouth.

"It's for that reclusive patriarch of the Dao Seeking Sect."

Xie Weixing opened his eyes wide, stared blankly for a long while, and then finally spoke: "...Huh?"

Is there an ethical aspect involved?

Before he could ask any further questions, Fu Yao was already pointing her finger at Ni Ziyuan and shouting, "Back then, I asked you for the Jade Bone Grass, and you wouldn't give it to me. Now that your own son is about to die, you're taking advantage of my senior brother's seclusion to snatch the Dragon Scale. Aren't you just relying on the rule in the Three Realms that sect feuds aren't bound by family ties?"