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

The two immediately started fighting.

Shen Chunri rolled her eyes, scooted closer, and hugged Tan Suiting: "It seems the future of Fenghua Sect can only depend on us and Senior Sister."

Tan Suiting didn't want to talk.

Ha ha.

The atmosphere inside the hall was completely different from that outside. Nie Zhao raised his sword slightly, pointing it directly at Shen Yuan's heart, his killing intent chilling, and he would not yield an inch.

"Open the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave immediately, or I will kill you."

Shen Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, his pale face turning ashen, and his thin lips parted slightly, as if in disbelief: "A-Zhao...you held a sword to your father, who corrupted you..."

The elders cast shocked glances at them.

Patricide, what a terrible crime.

Even though the Nie family of Nanchuan has always tacitly accepted that men can be killed at will, this act of patricide is unprecedented.

"Is that so?" Nie Zhao said calmly, his expression unchanged. "Then why not just kill all the people who talk nonsense?"

The remaining four people watching from the doorway: ...

[Okay, I forgot that my senior sister is a fan of action-packed combat.]

[With a sword in hand, I'll cleave those brain-dead idiots to death]

[Do whatever you want, go tell my sister Fengzhi.]

"I only want my sister," Nie Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly, extremely impatient. "You've been covering up and lying all sorts of things to stop me, all because you don't want me to see the despicable things you've done to her."

The sword tip slowly approached, less than half a foot from Shen Yuan's heart. The chilling sword energy seemed to cut his cheeks, causing his skin to tremble.

"Today, with the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave closed, my sword will personally break the rules of the Nie family."

Unlike Nie Shiyun, she wasn't raised by Shen Yuan, nor was she subjected to strict training from a young age. She left home early and had no feelings for him.

So what if he's killed? He was just one of my mother's men.

Such worldly and empty fame as patricide could not hinder her future in the slightest.

The elders were both shocked and terrified, and they all sternly advised, "Young Miss, quickly sheathe your sword! Don't act rashly! This is patricide! This is treason!"

Nie Zhaofeng narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You really don't believe in superstitions."

"Zheng—"

A sword aura swept in, gently deflecting Feng Zhi.

Xie Weixing, holding Feng Lian in his hand, raised an eyebrow slightly: "Good evening."

The elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Who is this?

A hand reached out and took the Fenglian sword from his hand.

Looking back, I saw that Tan Suiting had put on a mask at some point.

The elders exchanged glances.

Who is this?

Seemingly noticing the doubt in their eyes, Xie Weixing spoke up.

"Never mind who I am, I'm just a young man who helps those in need," he said lazily, flicking his bangs. "If my senior sister kills you, she'll be branded a patricide, but if I kill you, I won't have to, right?"

Shen Yuan, his face deathly pale from the sword energy, slumped over the pear wood table, coughing several times before finally raising his eyes: "You... are A-Zhao's junior brother?"

"Who? Nie Zhao?" Xie Weixing rolled his eyes and pretended to be clueless. "I don't know him, I've never seen him before. Do you know Xiao Long?"

Tan Suiting's lips twitched, his face still partially masked: "I don't know, I just suddenly felt like killing someone, no reason."

The elders looked up, their expressions stiff and fearful.

"You...you are clearly Nie Zhao's fellow disciples, this is utterly unreasonable!"

Isn't Feng Hua Sect one of the five major sects in Yanzhou? How could they produce such shameless disciples?

Seeing the two of them putting on an act, Nie Zhao almost couldn't resist kicking them.

"Me too," Shen Chunri said, twirling his wrist. He walked up slowly and casually. "After passing through Nanchuan and the Nie residence, I suddenly wanted to rush in and kill someone. And look, what a coincidence! I wanted to kill someone, and you are a person."

She grinned and said, "Isn't it fate?"

Yu Xintang crossed her arms and approached her, her eyes curving slightly: "I was passing by your Nie residence when an idea suddenly struck me. I wanted to set up a barrier array so none of you could escape, then kill you all, and then go sightseeing in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave. What do you think of my explanation? Isn't it very polite?"

Everyone: ...

"I'll ask one last time." Nie Zhao was too lazy to waste words with them. He advanced another inch with his sword, the chilling aura piercing straight to his heart.

"To open or not to open?"

The strength of the Phoenix Maiden, the chief disciple of the Feng Hua Sect, is far beyond what the pampered elders of the Nie family can withstand.

The crowd was completely suppressed by the sword intent, their bodies stiffened, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar coldness and determination in his daughter's eyes, Shen Yuan knew that she meant what she said. If he insisted on stopping her, blood would really be spilled in the Nie family today.

He gripped his sleeves tightly, his wrist bones protruding as he raised his hand, his fingertips were cold, and his lips were pale. The large robe draped over his body made his slender frame appear even more prominent: "...Open it for her."

The words had barely left his lips.

The elder who was most familiar with the mechanisms of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave turned pale. He dared not disobey, trembling as he bowed and accepted the order, his steps unsteady as he walked toward the secret passage of the ancestral hall behind.

Nie Zhao sheathed his sword swiftly: "You all stay here and keep an eye on him. I'm going to bring A-Yun out."

Xie Weixing's slender fingers entwined the whip tail of Wenlong Scale, a faint smile in his eyes, and he said, "Don't worry."

Nie Zhao followed the elder with a cold eye, his crimson figure passing through layers of courtyards and stepping over carved beams and painted rafters of pavilions and towers.

The Nie family mansion was glamorous and elegant, exuding the air of a prestigious family. No one would have imagined that beneath this splendor lay such a filthy and sinister hellish prison.

Upon reaching the back of the ancestral hall, a heavy, dark iron stone gate stood before us, its ancient and terrifying runes separating two completely different worlds.

The elder raised his hand with trembling hands and activated the mechanism.

"Boom—"

The heavy stone door slowly slid inward, and a chilling, bone-chilling aura, carrying a thick, pungent, and poisonous miasma, rushed towards us. The dark and deep black tunnel stretched into the endless depths of the earth.

Nie Zhao stepped into the passage with an extremely cold expression and walked straight towards the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave.

The further down you go, the colder and more polluted the air becomes, with the smells of blood and decay mingling together, making your throat feel tight.

As we ventured deeper, our vision finally cleared.

In the center of the empty, cold prison cell, Nie Shiyun was suspended in mid-air by four jet-black iron chains and chained to the stone wall.

Her toes barely touched the ground, her limbs were pierced by iron chains, festering wounds covered her skin, layers of blood scabs stained her tattered and blackened dress, her body covered with dense, uneven wounds, her flesh festering and peeling, a horrifying sight.

This scene instantly froze Nie Zhao's blood.

She paused slightly, her killing intent almost bursting through her restraint: "A-Yun."

A very soft murmur, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Hearing the sound, Nie Shiyun, suspended on the stone wall, had a deathly gaze that glazed over. With difficulty, she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

In the blurry light and shadow, she saw the crimson figure break through the darkness and stride toward her.

"Oh."

Nie Shiyun let out a soft laugh, as if relieved of a great burden.

She was finally dying; she was even experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

It's alright. Before I die, I'll see Nie Zhao one last time.

Not bad.

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My writing hasn't been going well lately. Some say it's dragging, some say it's not as good as before, and some say it's better than before—all sorts of opinions. I can't please everyone, so if you don't like it, please just quietly drop the story.

And: Within three days of being trapped by the dragon, we'll kiss and do some suggestive things qwq If there's a car, we'll meet at the usual spot.