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

Shen Chunri made a face: "Xiao Tan, you're just running away because you can't win an argument."

Nie Zhao slapped him across the face, coldly warning, "Bullying Little Dragon again? How old are you and still acting like a pig? Is Feng Hua Sect a slaughterhouse?"

Shen Chunri was slapped with a crisp sound, and her eyes instantly cleared.

Yu Xintang looked at Xie Weixing, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, making her face appear slightly pale: "...Xiaoshui, are you really not blaming me? If you are, you must tell me."

"If I were the one controlled by the Heart-Reversing Gu, and you were the one who got stabbed, would you blame me?" Xie Weixing asked rhetorically.

Yu Xintang was stunned for a moment.

"No, right?" Xie Weixing smiled and leaned on his shoulder. "So I won't blame you, Tangtang."

Yu Xintang looked at him.

Xie Weixing sighed and placed the longevity pendant back in his palm: "Keep the jade pendant. Since it was given to you by your mother, you shouldn't give it away so easily."

"Where is the 'Suiyi' (meaning 'free' or 'free')? I've worn the Longevity Pendant for over twenty years, never letting it leave my body. I'm only giving it to you with all my heart." Yu Xintang forcefully shoved it into his arms. "It's from Penglai. I don't know its specific uses, but it can't hurt. Keep it."

"You're going to start a fight with me?" Xie Weixing chuckled. "Fine, I'll post it then. I appreciate your filial piety, and it looks quite nice."

Yu Xintang never held it against him for his verbal advantage.

The ties on the longevity pendant were rather complicated, and Xie Weixing struggled to hang it up for a long time without success.

Fu Yao mocked from the side, "They're incredibly stupid."

Xie Weixing clicked his tongue: "How do we do it?"

He looked down and struggled with the jade pendant, his fingers seemingly tied in knots, unable to tie it properly.

Sudden.

A finger reached out and gently hooked his belt.

Tan Suiting raised his other hand, his thin fingertips pinching the jade pendant's strap. His fingertips had a thin layer of calluses, and his skin was a cool, pale white, likely from years of wielding a sword. His wrist bones were slightly protruding.

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment.

[Apply to join the hand fetish community]

[Distinct joints, faint blue veins, sharp lines taut when exerting force... Xie Weixing, you've eaten too well!]

[She's seducing the Emperor again; this little dragon has grown increasingly cunning in the four years since we last met.]

Xie Weixing silently grumbled to himself.

It was just a little dragon trying to help its senior brother tie his jade pendant, but these netizens insist on thinking of everyone as so bad and complicated.

[Still making a 90-degree turn, still trying to be kind, your junior brother is looking at you like he wants to devour you alive, and you still haven't realized it.]

[Being soft-hearted is a major taboo for an older brother, I'll say it again. I'm going to tell you the truth, Xie Weixing, your bias towards Tan Suiting is way too strong.]

[Although dragons don't reach adulthood until they're twenty-five, they are also very sexually driven, and quite open about it. Some dragons even have children before they're twenty-five. Why don't you mention that?]

Xie Weixing ignored them and promptly turned off the live chat.

In his heart, Tan Suiting still exists in the form of a young dragon who would sleep while holding Abeibei.

When they first met, he might have thought of things that were inappropriate for children because the other person was so good-looking. But after staying in the Feng Hua Sect, the more Xie Weixing got to know him, the more he realized that Tan Suiting was just a well-behaved child.

So I never thought about it that way again.

Tan Suiting lowered his eyebrows slightly, his eyelashes brushing against the delicate skin under his eyes. His movements were slow and deliberate as he tied the jade pendant with double loops to Xie Weixing's waist. His fingers were stretched out when they fell and long and slender when they were raised.

"Okay," he said softly.

Compared to four years ago, her voice was somewhat cold and low, like a feather gently brushing against Xie Weixing's heart.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and goosebumps rose on his back, though they were not visible.

"Thank you, Little Dragon."

His tone carried a faint smile.

Tan Suiting's fingers stiffened slightly for a moment, and he subconsciously felt a heat in his ears, so he withdrew his hand.

"Alright, alright," Fu Yao waved her hand, "Then it's settled. Little Tangtang, don't lose sleep over this anymore. Let's be a loving family again, okay?"

"Okay," Xie Weixing nodded seriously and asked sincerely, "Then, shouldn't there be no secrets between fellow disciples like our beloved junior uncle? And as an elder, shouldn't you take care of your junior's physical and mental health?"

Fu Yao:

She had a bad feeling and gave a vague reply, "Yes."

The next moment, Xie Weixing and Tan Suiting obediently sat down, crossed their legs, and pulled out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere.

"Junior Uncle, tonight's bedtime story I want to hear is about the love-hate entanglement between the Thunder Spirit Root Heavy Sword Heroine and the sickly patriarch of the Dao Seeking Sect."

Fu Yao: ?

Tan Suiting sat up straight and began, "I've been having trouble sleeping lately, I'd like to hear that too."

Half an incense stick later.

Xie Weixing knelt haphazardly at the entrance of the Hall of Longevity.

Tan Suiting was also kneeling beside him, looking rather listless, but still quite upright.

Shen Chunri and the others inherited the sunflower seeds from the two men and stood aside, mercilessly mocking them.

Xie Weixing's eyes darted around, and he sang in a miserable voice, "Iron gate... iron windows... iron chains..."

Sudden.

"boom--!"

An inkstone was thrown out of the Hall of Longevity with tremendous force, instantly creating a crater the size of a bowl in the ground.

Li Xie was not awake and Tan Suiting was no more than three inches from the knee.

Silence.

"The wind is fierce—!" Xie Weixing cried out in helpless terror, his voice hoarse and cracking at the end, "You've gone too far with your whining this time! Who the hell would throw their own protégé into a crater like that?!"

"Why aren't you asleep this late! What are you howling about here for?!" Feng Jilan gritted his teeth. "Fu Yao, take them and get out of here—!!"

Fu Yao, who had just finished beating the brat while holding her heavy sword, snorted coldly and lifted the two of them up.

Disciple House.

Tan Suiting was a little depressed.

He is a good disciple, a good child.

He never suffered any punishment in the Dragon Palace since he was a child.

The only three times he was forced to kneel were at Feng Hua Sect, with Xie Weixing.

Tan Suiting's fingernails were clean, and he gently pinched the side of his finger.

But there was also a bit of happiness.

The only three times he was forced to kneel were at Feng Hua Sect, with Xie Weixing.

Fu Yao crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow: "So, do you want to hear more?"

Xie Weixing shook his head repeatedly: "I don't want to hear it anymore."

The attacks from those in the late-stage Taixu Realm really hurt.

Nie Zhao and the others followed at a leisurely pace.

Fu Yao sat down, crossed her legs, and waved her hand: "Pour a cup of tea for your martial uncle."

Xie Weixing raised his hand and poured her a glass, then poured Tan Suiting a glass as well.

"Actually, it's nothing," Fu Yao took a sip of tea. "It's just that I was too naive back then, young and impetuous. When I went down the mountain, I met a beautiful brother with a slim waist and big breasts, and that's how it happened."

She cleared her throat and mumbled, "I just want to get to know you."

Shen Chunri crossed his arms and sneered, "Do you believe she just wanted to get to know the beauty, or do you believe I'm going to the Taixu Realm today?"

Yu Xintang chuckled and said, "I feel like if you put in the effort, it's not impossible."

Xie Weixing clicked his tongue: "Junior Uncle, it's outrageous to keep gossip to yourself."