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

The group went inside, leaving the shocked onlookers outside.

"You—" Yun Yiwei's expression was pained, "Who are you, how dare you... how dare you..."

"Who am I?" Nie Zhao said coldly, letting out a chilling laugh as he uttered a few words, "Why don't you try to guess? Yun Yiwei."

Xie Weixing's thoughts played out automatically in his mind.

Listen carefully, I am...

"You know I'm Yun Yiwei," she said, her eyes reddening and her breathing labored, raising her hand to slap Nie Zhao's wrist, "You still dare to touch me... Aren't you afraid of the Yun family..."

"I'm really not afraid," Nie Zhao sneered. "What, when you were eight years old, you had a match with me at the Nie residence, and you were beaten so badly that you cried and screamed, having nightmares all the time. Even in your sleep, you begged me to be gentle. Have you forgotten already?"

Yun Yiwei froze, staring at her in shock.

"You..." Her face flushed red, "How could you..."

came back?

My mother seemed to have said that the gates of the Nie residence had been closed for the past few days, and that the spiritual energy had been fluctuating a few days ago, indicating that something big must have happened.

But why is it Nie Zhao who's back?

And why would she come to Wushan Tower?

"Senior sister," Xie Weixing leaned closer and politely reminded her, "If you pinch me any longer, I'll die, I'll die."

Tan Suiting moved to the other side, ready to deal with the man's resistance at any time. He imitated Xie Weixing, but his voice was naturally cold, making his imitation somewhat awkward: "Yes."

Nie Zhao stared intently at Yun Yiwei: "I haven't returned to Nanchuan for several years. I didn't know that you and the Yun family are now in charge."

She suddenly let go, her expression mocking.

Yun Yiwei collapsed to the ground instantly, raising her hand to cover her neck, which was choked red, and gasped for fresh air as if she had survived a disaster.

"I've heard that your Yun family has been getting very close to the Northern Imperial Guard in recent years," Nie Zhao said coolly, lowering his eyes and adjusting his cuffs and wrist guards. "In the Southern River region, no one except the Nie family has the right to be in charge. Even if your mother were here today, she would have to kneel before me and call me Phoenix Maiden, let alone you."

Yun Yiwei's eyes reddened as she looked up at her, her eyes filled with trembling: "Nie Zhao...you're abusing your power..."

"So, may I ask where you were just now? Isn't that a bit too approachable?" Xie Weixing crossed his arms, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with charm, and chuckled, "All crows are black, we're all in the same industry, don't be too malicious."

"Bullying others by taking advantage of your power?" Yu Xintang put her arm around Nie Zhao's shoulder and stood next to her. "Since you dared to start the trouble, don't blame someone even more powerful for bullying you."

Shen Chunri wanted to curse but couldn't get a word in edgewise, so he just chimed in, "That's right, that's right."

Xie Weixing said, "In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. We won't take advantage of you. If you're not satisfied—"

Without a shred of shame, he pulled out Tan Suiting, spread his fingers diagonally, and gestured: "Beat him, we'll admit defeat and leave. I'll let you bark like a dog to amuse you."

[Did you pull out the only Taixu Realm expert in the team? Xie Weixing, don't you want to feel any pressure at all?]

[You, Emperor Xing, are quite shrewd. You say you won't bully people, yet you bring up the Dragon Palace at the same time.]

[Xie Weixing, I agree with you, do you know who my husband is?]

Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh: "Agreed."

Want to beat Xiao Tan? Dream on.

Tan Suiting obediently looked up, a wisp of silver-blue lightning quickly climbing and darting across his side. The extreme spiritual power released made the sky darken slightly, with dark clouds pressing down, as if a thunderstorm was imminent.

"Tan Suiting of the East Sea Dragon Clan," he said with a cold expression, "may I ask for your guidance."

Yu Xintang smiled slightly beside her.

cool.

Yun Yiwei looked on in shock.

Tan Suiting, the number one genius in the cultivation world for thousands of years, the dragon prince with dual top-grade spiritual roots of lightning and space, a direct disciple of the Feng Hua Sect, the number one sword cultivator of the new generation, and rumored to be the disciple most likely to inherit the position of the head of the Feng Ji Lan Sword Sect.

The pressure he released just now was definitely above the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

How come he's also in Nanchuan?

Her eyes trembled.

Judging from that, the five people in front of them are all direct disciples of the Feng Hua Sect.

"Scared?" Shen Chunri curled her lips, returning her words in a sweet yet cold tone, "Then get lost."

Knowing that now was not the time to show off, Yun Yiwei stood up and said, "I will participate in the sect competition. Nie Zhao, I lost to you twenty years ago, but that doesn't mean I'm no better than you now. I will definitely win the sect competition."

Nie Zhao didn't even lift an eyelid: "A fool's dream."

Yun Yiwei gritted her teeth and limped out.

The private room remained silent for a long while.

"Why is she so funny?" Shen Chunri asked first. "She walked away so arrogantly, one tall and one short, is she crazy?"

Xie Weixing was drinking water and almost spat it out. He put down the cup, leaned on Tan Suiting next to him, and smiled, resting his forehead on Tan Suiting's shoulder.

The young dragon prince subconsciously wrapped his arms around his waist and gently rubbed his belt with his fingertips.

Yu Xintang narrowed her eyes when she saw the two people's actions.

He stepped forward and separated the two, holding Xie's still-awake face in his hands, and said earnestly, "Don't do this outside, it's not a good example, you know that, Xie Xiaoshun?"

Tan Suiting's face fell instantly.

"Okay, okay, okay," he said without hesitation, quickly moving Xie Weixing's chin back so he could lean on it again. "Oh dear, I can't help it, your senior brother. He gets all worked up over a single word. Here, put it back, alright?"

Xiao Long is always like this; he gets all grumpy when teased. He's fine with other things, but he gets especially upset whenever Xie Weixing is involved.

……

Tan Suiting: "Hehe."

That stinky second senior brother, that wicked Yu Xintang.

This is his Crown Princess.

Why can't he lean on me? Why can't he hug me? Why can't he hold me?

He clearly felt the impact was very good, even though it was negative.

Who's being affected? Who's unhappy? Now everyone should come and talk to him, and then line up to be beaten to death one by one.

Tan Suiting glanced at Xie Weixing, his eyes filled with displeasure.

Why can't everyone know that Xie Weixing is his best friend? Why can't everyone know that his senior brother is his Daoist partner? Why can't everyone know that this adorable little Cangshui lion is actually his Crown Princess?

Xie Weixing gave an awkward smile, his eyes filled with "Lord Dragon, spare my life! Once you change your earring to the left, we can be together openly. But please don't harm me before you come of age, okay?"

Tan Suiting shrugged and shook the person off him, clearly unhappy, and stood next to Nie Zhao with a long face.

Yu Xintang hadn't said anything yet.

"Why did you have to provoke Xiaolong? Anyone from the Fenghua Sect who dares to say a word will have their tongue pulled out," Nie Zhaofeng said sharply, her phoenix eyes narrowing. "Don't you know he's young? And you too."

He turned to look at Xie Weixing.

"Is there anything else about me?" Xie Weixing shuddered, wishing he could burst into a brotherly hug with Yu Xintang. "I didn't offend the Dragon Palace!"

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Seeing you all arguing so fiercely about the Nie family, I gave a wicked smile. Thinking is not a crime; everyone has different opinions, but attacking those who disagree with you is unacceptable. And attacking the author is even worse… (emoji e ...