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

He flicked his wrist with his sword, repelling the attacking demonic blade, and said with unparalleled solitude, "I am also at the Taixu Realm."

"boom--!"

The Blood Moon Envoy was caught off guard and, without even using his full strength, was forced back with a deafening roar.

He looked up in shock: "You..."

The boy in front of me looks quite young, how could he be at the Taixu Realm?

Could it be that some powerful figure has emerged from seclusion and used a disguise technique?

He frowned as he looked at Nie Zhao, who was being attacked by several Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators behind him. There was even a Void Realm cultivator in the arena, and the others didn't look weak either. He had to finish the fight quickly.

Just as I was thinking this, a gust of sword wind suddenly struck.

"Fight me, and you dare to lose focus?" Tan Suiting's eyes were cold and his expression was clear.

Do you want to die?

"With me here," he unleashed a powerful strike, "you only need to think about one thing: how to lose."

Xie Weixing saw Shen Yuan behind him clearly, and the dragon scales instantly flew out, revealing the sharp edge of the young man.

His usually carefree demeanor was now tinged with a sharp edge, his peach blossom eyes were captivating, and his movements were so fast that they left only a blur.

The big boss wants to play it safe and develop his strength? That won't do.

Before he could get close, two men in black stood in front of Shen Yuan, and it seemed that their cultivation level was no lower than that of the Nascent Soul stage.

"This is truly an eye-opener," Xie Weixing said in a clear, slightly amused voice, "You're playing the same old tricks with me, like the tiger devouring its cubs at Xuanwu Gate."

He had two biological daughters, one he wanted to kill, and the other he had tortured to such an extent, both of whom he had raised himself.

That's something no human could do.

While the group was engaged in a lively fight, Shen Chunri, bored in the back, squatted down on the table again, acting like a bodyguard who was always jumping around.

"Go help them..." Nie Shiyun said slowly, "They are all Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators, and the one leading them... is still a Void Realm cultivator, not easy to deal with."

Shen Chunri glanced at her sideways and said, "No."

"My senior sister told me to stay here and I can't leave," she said idly, reaching out a poisonous vine to secretly prick someone's buttocks. "You want my senior sister to scold me, don't you? Quickly put away these bad thoughts. Let me tell you, it's impossible."

Nie Shiyun sneered and turned her head away.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and a huge light golden rune barrier exploded behind the main hall.

The entire Nie Mansion trembled violently, the air currents reversed, and a cultivation pressure far exceeding that of everyone present poured down.

A figure appeared, emerging from the countless tiny sparks of fire falling from the sky.

The woman wore a long red robe with shimmering patterns that swayed gently with her steps. Her bright eyes and brows were stunning, yet she carried a coldness that seemed to look down upon all living beings.

Xie Weixing's lips twitched: "Xiaolong, are you going to bet with me? I bet this is Senior Sister's biological mother."

Tan Suiting looked up, his lips twitching slightly: "Do we still need to gamble?"

She looks exactly like Nie Zhao, as if they were cut from the same mold.

Nie Qingyi's crimson hair was tied up and secured with a single translucent white jade hairpin, without any embellishment. Her eyebrows and eyes were long and narrow, cold and beautiful, and when she looked over, her expression was calm and serene.

Shen Yuan looked at her quietly, but the trembling fingers under his wide robe could not hide his true emotions, and even his jaw was sore from tension.

She was tall and slender, with an elegant demeanor, and her gaze swept over the mess on the ground.

It first landed on the elder's corpse on the ground, without the slightest tremor, and then swept over the kneeling, trembling servants.

Finally, the light fell on Nie Zhao, who was covered in a blood-red, murderous aura.

The entire place was deathly silent; no one dared to breathe loudly.

After a long silence, Nie Qingyi spoke, her voice cold and neither loud nor soft: "Who gave you permission to make a move in the Nie residence?"

A single question, devoid of raging anger, is more chilling than any fury.

Her gaze was calm as she slowly sat down: "Those who are not members of the Nie family, I'll give you three breaths. Leave, or you will die."

After saying that, she stopped counting and leaned against the pearwood table, her slender fingers gently tapping her temples.

One breath in, one breath out.

"We apologize for our unannounced visit today," a man in black said, bowing slightly. "We are stewards of the Blood Moon Hall..."

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, a hint of stubbornness appearing in his gentle eyes: "I'll let you go."

The Blood Moon Envoy glanced at him.

I finally met the head of the Nie family, the master of Nanchuan Chidi. If I could cooperate with her directly…

The next moment, Nie Qingyi raised her hand, and the black-clad man's neck was instantly gripped by an invisible force. Her entire body was engulfed in phoenix fire, and before the man could even utter a wail, he was burned to ashes, leaving only a pile of ashes.

"Stay here," Nie Qingyi said calmly. "I've changed my mind. You've killed so many people from Chidi; you should pay with your lives."

The Blood Moon Envoy turned to flee, but was violently pushed back as soon as he flashed into the air.

Yu Xintang chuckled, her eyes gentle: "I'm sorry, I've set up an array. Why don't you kill me first?"

The Blood Moon Envoy turned away in anger.

Nie Qingyi leaned back in her chair with annoyance. A crimson moon blade appeared behind her, shot through the air, circled once outside the hall, and then suddenly returned to strike her opponent!

The Blood Moon Envoy's eyes widened, and he let out a wailing in disbelief: "Ah—"

Nie Qingyi raised her hand, and a second crescent blade appeared, clearly a pair with the first one.

Two curved blades swept across the room, instantly wiping out all the Blood Moon Hall members inside.

Shen Yuan stared at her blankly. The woman in red held a high position and had a cold and beautiful face, just like when he first met her. Her expression was indifferent, making her seem unapproachable.

Xie Weixing swallowed hard and silently stepped back a few paces.

The man in black was at least at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and the Blood Moon Envoy was even at the mid-stage of the Void Realm. They were killed in an instant. The cultivation level of the person in front of us is definitely no lower than that of Feng Jilan.

"Dragon Palace," he whispered, "are we leaving or not?"

Tan Suiting shook his head: "Nanchuan and Donghai are both of ancient bloodlines, so they have a relationship and won't kill me."

"And what about me?" Xie Weixing's lips twitched. "You're the Crown Prince of the East Sea, that snake is the only daughter of the Shen family, the one with the resurrection and invincibility cheat is the young master of Penglai Realm, and my senior sister is, needless to say, her own daughter. The question is, what am I supposed to do?"

Tan Suiting pursed her lips and grasped his hand: "Whoever wants to kill you, kill me first."

Xie Weixing was somewhat moved, but a plan formed in his mind. He deliberately asked, "What if she wants to kill me when I have no background or status?"

Tan Suiting thought for a moment and replied, "You are a member of the Fenghua Sect, you wouldn't."

"What if she's unhappy because I'm too handsome?" Xie Weixing squeezed his hand back, leaned close to his ear, and said, "Can I say that I'm also a dragon?"

Tan Suiting felt the other person's breath tickling his earlobe. He subconsciously blinked and said slowly, "How can this be? You're a lion, not a dragon."

"Then I'll say that I'm the Crown Princess of the Dragon Clan, and the child husband who entered the Feng Hua Sect with you," Xie Weixing said with a slight smile, deliberately getting closer to him. "Little Dragon Prince, I have no identity to use, please, you must help me cover up this lie."

Tan Suiting froze, then realized what he was talking about, his pupils trembling slightly: "You."

Xie Weixing, having teased the dragon enough, said, "Your Highness, I was just joking with you, of course..."

The next moment, Tan Suiting intertwined her fingers with his, her eyelashes drooping, casting a faint shadow, as if she dared not look at him: "Mm."

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A girl who really wants to take a day off but insists on going to work. (Sigh)