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

Fu Yao, who was watching the commotion from the side, leaned against a pillar, her crimson robes disheveled, and leisurely spoke up to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, Senior Brother, you're so old. If you get so angry, you won't be able to sleep tonight. Calm down. Back then, Xiao Shui was only in a hurry and had no other choice. Fortunately, she came back safely, without blowing up the mountain or hurting anyone. That's already a blessing."

She raised an eyebrow at the stubborn but soft-hearted boy and teased, "Our little genius is lucky, but he's too fond of making decisions on his own. He scared your master quite a bit. I heard that when you were in critical condition, he couldn't even hold a teacup properly, and several strands of his hair turned white overnight."

Feng Jilan ignored Fu Yao's teasing, gathered spiritual power at his fingertips, and slowly channeled it into Xie Weixing's meridians to check his physical condition.

After a long pause, he suddenly frowned: "Two of your spiritual roots have been sealed?"

Tan Suiting suddenly raised his eyes.

What?

"The Emperor's command has reshaped my spiritual veins," Xie Weixing explained, "but I need to temporarily seal two of my spiritual roots before I can cultivate normally."

He sighed, stood up straight, and gave a general account of what had happened at the Abyss of Night Water.

"I see," Fu Yao said thoughtfully. "No wonder you've been here for so long. It turns out you're starting your cultivation from the Foundation Establishment stage. So what stage are you at now? I just saw you fight back and forth with that elder from the Suyu Sect."

Nie Zhao raised an eyebrow: "You haven't already reached the Void Realm, have you?"

With another 23-year-old at the Taixu Realm, the Fenghua Sect truly is unparalleled in the world.

"No, I'm in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm," Xie Weixing chuckled. "I was so awesome just now because I used a Transcending Realm Talisman."

Before Feng Jilan could say anything, Tan Suiting behind him got anxious and stepped forward to grab his shoulder.

"Border crossing talisman," he said, his thin lips barely moving, his brows furrowed deeply, "you used that damn talisman again?"

Previously at Qingmu Mountain, he used two Transcending Realm Talismans to cross over to the Nascent Soul stage to save someone, almost losing all his spiritual power in the process.

No one had ever seen Tan Suiting so excited, and they were all stunned for a moment.

The group exchanged glances but remained silent.

"It's alright," Xie Weixing quickly reassured him. "I was bored at the bottom of the spring, so I improved the Transcending Realm Talisman. Besides, I've already formed my Nascent Soul, so the effect isn't as great as before. Even if I raise my cultivation level, it will only be to the late Nascent Soul Realm. There won't be any side effects."

Tan Suiting was still worried, so he held his hand and examined the spiritual veins. After a while, he found nothing unusual and was finally relieved.

Feng Jilan gave him a cold look: "If you dare to take risks again, you'll have to face death alone."

He uttered a deep, unyielding sentence, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet every word was a protective measure: "I will lock away all your magic and confine you to the mountain gate for a hundred days. Let's see if you still dare to act recklessly!"

Xie Weixing felt a warmth slowly spreading through his meridians, wincing in pain, but muttering softly, "So what if I'm grounded? I'll just choose the same thing next time..."

Tan Suiting held his hand, and upon hearing this, his body trembled. He moved even closer to him, clearly trying to prevent Feng Jilan from hitting him.

There won't be a next time.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jilan's fingertips stiffened slightly, but she ultimately did not reprimand him further. Instead, she gently pressed down on his shoulder, softened her voice, and softly scolded, "Idiot."

He wanted to say a few more curses, but suddenly a gust of wind swept by, and the next moment, Feng Jilan was tightly embraced.

Xie Weixing grinned and said softly, "Old man, I knew you missed me, so here I am."

Feng Jilan froze, then clicked his tongue in discomfort after a moment of stiffness, pushed the person away, and scolded, "What kind of behavior is this?"

"Alright," Nie Zhao stepped forward and pulled Xie Weixing back. "Don't you know the old man? He's all bark and no bite. He was so worried but he was still pretending to be angry. It's alright as long as he's okay."

Caught off guard by his exposed secrets, Feng Jilan turned around and glared angrily at Nie Zhao: "You!"

The others laughed.

Feng Jilan exclaimed "Oh dear!" and waved his hands repeatedly, "Get out, all of you, get out!"

Before they could even speak, they were swept out of the room by the Wind and Cloud Sword.

"Master's temper is still so volatile," Xie Weixing said, flicking the tassel at his waist. "Where's my senior uncle?"

"I'm still in seclusion," Nie Zhao replied.

Xie Weixing wanted to say something, but Yu Xintang stopped in front of him.

"Um?"

The next moment, the other party took a jade pendant from his waist.

Yu Xintang's jaw tightened, her lips pressed into a pale line, her fingertips unconsciously gripping her sleeve, her knuckles turning pale: "Xie Xiaoshui, I know you'll definitely say it's none of my business, but I still have to say, I'm sorry."

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment.

"A gentleman never partes with his jade without good reason. This is a longevity pendant that my mother asked for for me. I give it to you today as my apology gift." Yu Xintang's shoulders slumped slightly, her usually relaxed brows and eyes were now heavy with remorse, and her long eyelashes fell to cover the shame in her eyes. She repeated, "I'm sorry for what happened at the Sword Tomb that day."

Xie Weixing was silent for a moment, then laughed: "What kind of procedure is this? It had nothing to do with you in the first place, why are you apologizing?"

Yu Xintang wanted to say something more.

Xie Weixing put his arm around the other person's shoulder and interrupted, "Oh, by the way, is Su Boyu dead or not?"

Shen Chunri immediately raised his hand: "I'll say it! He's dead, he's dead."

[I felt a huge sense of relief]

[Xie Weixing's kind nature has finally been awakened by his master. I just saw that Xiaolong has become thin and his eyes were cold, clearly indicating that he is in a bad mood.]

[Your brother Xie spent four years cultivating in the Abyss of Night Water. When he returned, he discovered that the cheek he had sworn to protect for life was gone, and now he attacks anyone he sees.]

The group gathered together and chattered about what had happened after Xie Weixing entered the Spring of Spirits.

When Xie Weixing heard that Yu Xintang had voluntarily destroyed his soul, he was visibly stunned for a moment, then turned around and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother, give me a hug. But does this mean you've been taken back to Southern Xinjiang to be a live-in son-in-law? Did Old Man Feng exorcise the evil spirits from you?"

Yu Xintang's lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes.

Nie Zhao tilted his head and raised an eyebrow: "No, do you need one? Shall we exorcise one now?"

Tan Suiting curled his fingers: "The Dragon Clan has a ritual to ward off evil spirits; we can hold one for Second Senior Brother."

"You dragons can even perform shamanistic rituals?" Shen Chunri asked in surprise.

Fu Yao crossed her arms and mocked, "Little Long, hurry up and write this down, otherwise you'll forget everything again after talking to your senior brother for a couple of minutes."

Tan Suiting was stunned for a moment before he realized that Fu Yao was teasing him.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, but still looked up and answered earnestly, "Yes, I'll remember."

"Just kidding, what do you mean the evil spirits won't dissipate after four years?" Shen Chunri leaned against him helplessly. "Xiao Tan, you're just too naive. You get stupid whenever it comes to your senior brother's affairs."

Tan Suiting pushed her aside unhappily: "Who are you calling stupid?"

Shen Chunri chuckled and squeezed back in: "You? You're so stupid, so clumsy, so dull..."

The two jostled and pushed each other like elementary school students. In the end, Shen Chunri, relying on her agility, almost knocked Tan Suiting over. The latter was so angry that her jawline tightened, and she walked behind Nie Zhao without saying a word.