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

After an unknown amount of time, his whole body stiffened, and he finally abandoned all pride and dignity. In front of the ruined Feng Hua Sect gate, in front of everyone, he bowed deeply to Tan Suiting and kowtowed heavily.

"It was my rash intrusion and my coercive words that disturbed and offended you, fellow Daoist," he said, his voice trembling. "I, Suyu Sect, know my mistake."

With a thud, the dust settled.

This sound shattered the reputation of the Suyu Sect and brought today's farce to a complete end.

Xie Weixing watched him perform the grand ceremony with a cold eye, seemingly finding it all rather boring.

Fu Yao snorted coldly.

"roll."

A single word, spoken, carries immense weight.

Ni Ziyuan stood up, his face ashen, no longer displaying the arrogance he had shown when he arrived.

Without uttering another word, he raised his hand to signal the crowd. The Suyu Sect cultivators, supporting each other and dragging their heavily injured bodies, hurriedly and in a sorry state, left.

The hustle and bustle has subsided, and the Fenghua Sect's mountain gate has returned to tranquility.

The Emperor's command transformed into a pale golden light, falling back into Xie Weixing's hair, returning to its gentle and serene state.

He turned around, looked around a couple of times, and asked疑惑地问道, "Where are the villagers? Where are the pigs?"

Fu Yao's vision blurred: "Still thinking about that pig of yours!"

"When the Suyu Sect attacked the sect, the three elders first protected the younger disciples and villagers and hid them," Shen Chunri explained. "The pigs can stay in the pigsty. The main problem is that everyone rushed over, and no one had time to take care of the pigs."

"Oh," Xie Weixing nodded, "Actually, I was quite sad when that little pig was slaughtered, so when I was soaking in the Abyss of Night Water and had nothing to do, I gave the Azure Water Lion a name."

Yu Xintang tilted her head in confusion, a bad feeling creeping over her: "...Hmm?"

Xie Weixing looked at him and earnestly uttered two words: "Flower, flower."

……

The entire room fell silent.

Nie Zhao snorted coldly and mocked mercilessly: "The Lion of Cangshui didn't expect that after conceiving a child in Qingmu Mountain, he would suffer this calamity."

"What?" Xie Weixing flicked his bangs, clearly dissatisfied. "Doesn't it sound good? I think it's cute, flowers, flowers, flowers..."

Yu Xintang's lips twitched, and she forced a smile, saying, "It sounds so good, so beautiful, is that enough? Master, please stop reciting."

Fu Yao clicked her tongue and immediately exposed it: "Nice to hear? It's utterly stupid!"

Tan Suiting stood behind Xie Weixing, gently holding the hem of his clothes and hair ribbon. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "But, I feel..."

"Oh, you don't need to say anything," Shen Chunri made a pleading gesture, her face full of pain. "I know what you're going to say even if I had a brain. You're definitely going to say, 'I think Senior Brother's name is quite nice, so please stop talking about him,' right?"

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."

Shen Chunri: ...

A sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky, dark clouds gathered, and a single raindrop pelted down.

"It's raining," Nie Zhao wiped the raindrops from his forehead. "Let's go back to the sect."

At the same time, Feng Jilan's voice came down from the mountaintop: "Haven't you made enough trouble? Xie Weixing, get your ass to the Hall of Longevity!"

Yu Xintang gasped and silently took Nie Zhao's arm: "Senior sister, there's murderous intent."

Nie Zhao calmly replied, "I won't die."

Xie Weixing turned around and tried to run away.

Half an incense stick later, Fu Yao grabbed the docile little lion and threw him into the Hall of Longevity.

"Senior brother, I've brought the person back to you," Fu Yao clapped her hands, eager to try. "Come on, let's beat the child on a rainy day, we're just killing time anyway."

As Feng Jilan turned around, his features became sharply defined, his jawline was clean and cold, and when his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he exuded a solemnity that came from someone who had long held a high position. His gaze was calm yet sharp, and he commanded respect without anger.

The cultivator was very old, and his appearance could remain unchanged. He was usually stern and solemn, rarely smiling, which is why Xie Weixing jokingly called him an old man.

The legendary leader of the Sword Sect stood tall and imposing, his gaze sweeping down with a heavy intensity: "Come here."

Xie Weixing chuckled.

With a snap, two lion ears popped out from its head.

He pleaded, "Master, I'm feeling dizzy. I was soaking in the Spring of Spirits and I'm all wrinkled. I just got back today, so could you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword aura struck him squarely on the buttocks.

"Traitor!" Feng Jilan glared angrily. "Seriously injured, yet you dare to leave alone!"

Xie Weixing shuddered, dropping his pretense, frowning and crying out in pain. He turned and ran, yelling, "I was about to explode! Were you going to stay and blow up all your precious disciples? Old man, do you have any conscience?"

"You're quite the sophist!" Feng Jilan's hands trembled with anger. "You knew your spiritual veins were ruptured, yet you dared to flee on your own! Do you have any regard for the sect? Do you have any regard for your master?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Weixing wished he could run all over the Changsheng Palace.

"Don't hit Senior Brother!" Tan Suiting raised his hand to protect the person behind him. "It's all my fault. I didn't keep Senior Brother here. It's not his fault."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," Yu Xintang said, her face pale, and without hesitation she reached out to protect the other person. "If I had worked hard to cultivate back then, I wouldn't have been afflicted by the Rebellious Heart Gu. If anyone is at fault, it's me. Master, please don't hit Xie Xiaoshui. Hit me instead."

Feng Jilan snorted coldly, withdrew his finger, and an irresistible binding spiritual force suddenly flew out.

An invisible force instantly wrapped around Xie Weixing's waist, causing his body to suddenly stop, his feet to leave the ground, and he was forcefully pulled back by a domineering force.

Just as Tan Suiting was about to reach out, he was blasted away by a palm strike.

A Nascent Soul cultivator. There's no chance against them.

"Ouch! I let go! It hurts!"

Xie Weixing gasped in surprise, staggering back several steps. His arm ached from the pulling, and his once vibrant peach blossom eyes reddened slightly, yet he still stubbornly turned back to argue, "My spiritual veins collapsed, and my spiritual power was out of control. It was an unsolvable dead end! Staying in the Sword Tomb would only bring disaster to my fellow disciples. I ran away myself, and whether I live or die, I won't harm anyone. That's the best solution! You don't praise me for considering the bigger picture, but instead scold me?"

Feng Jilan reached out and firmly gripped his shoulder. His furious eyes held a hint of fear and heartache. He was usually dignified and solemn, and disliked talking much to others, but he could never calm down when it came to these unruly disciples.

"The optimal solution? Doesn't your life count as the fate of the Feng Hua Sect?" Feng Jilan held the man tightly, preventing him from breaking free, his brows furrowed, and said coldly, "If you die outside, how will your fellow disciples face themselves? How will I, your master, face myself?"

The last sentence was delivered in a slightly lower voice, suppressing all the sharpness of the rebuke, leaving only deep annoyance.

Xie Weixing froze, the words he wanted to use to argue caught in his throat, and he looked down at his pale fingertips.

The slight resentment in my heart suddenly vanished completely.

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