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

"Is that so? Lost? I don't think so." Xie Weixing said unhurriedly, "Who would know that we sneaked into the Nie residence in the middle of the night? Who would know that we wanted to take the roster? If it was someone from the Nie residence, there would have been a city-wide search that night. If it wasn't someone from the Nie residence, then it must be you."

The woman frowned instantly: "What did you say? Are you crazy?"

"You Northern Imperial Guards, seeing Shen Yuan's downfall, are afraid that your collaboration with us to smuggle corpses from the Nie residence will be discovered, so you're trying to steal the roster, aren't you?"

The woman's eyes narrowed, and the black cat scratched at her clothes in her arms.

If she had any doubts or thought the boy in front of her was suspicious just now, she now completely believed him.

How could outsiders possibly know these secrets?

It seems that the person in front of me is indeed from the Blood Moon Hall, and just by looking at the unpredictable long whip in his hand, one can tell that this person's status in the Blood Moon Hall is definitely not low.

The woman scoffed, "Nonsense! Even if we wanted to steal the roster, we still..."

Before she could finish speaking, two people limped over.

"Second Steward," the man began, "what's going on? Who is he?"

Xie Weixing glanced at the two men; both had injuries on their faces.

These must be the other two deacons, who were beaten that afternoon for their poor performance.

Everyone has arrived.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow slightly and uttered two words: "Make your move."

"boom--!"

The flames, accompanied by wind and waves, suddenly surged forth!

Everyone's eyes widened instantly, and they quickly retreated, raising their hands to circulate their spiritual energy to defend themselves.

Before anyone could react, Xie Weixing raised his hand and unleashed the Dragon Scale Whip, a black and red whip that swept out like an arrow.

The woman's cat was so frightened that its fur stood on end, and it let out a sharp cry before running away.

Nie Zhao's Phoenix Fire was too conspicuous, so after throwing out the fireball, she just stood behind and kept an eye out for any outside reinforcements.

Feng Lian drew his sword, its cold light flashing. Tan Suiting held the sword in a backhand grip, the sword wind sweeping across the dust on the ground, instantly stirring up a cold-colored wave of dust.

"Wind and thunder move." He said coldly, his sword blade carrying the power of lightning, drawing a cold arc of light in mid-air. He spun around, his frost-colored clothes fluttering, even more fierce than the sword light.

Seeing that something was wrong, the female deacon raised her hand and released a signal, which quickly flew into the air and suddenly exploded. It was probably a special magical artifact used by the Northern Imperial Guard to report messages.

Yu Xintang let out a low shout, holding her sword in her right hand and forming a hand seal with her left: "Ink settles the universe, curse locks a thousand souls."

A burst of light suddenly emanated from his palm, and an array spread across the sky. Talismans flew out from his sleeves, and one golden rune after another was drawn in the air by his fingertips, crisscrossing and condensing into a dazzling talisman array.

Yu Xintang raised her eyes, her purple pupils turning a deep black from circulating spiritual energy. The casualness faded, leaving only an extremely calm and sharp gaze: "Chasing the Wind!"

The talisman exploded with a powerful gust of wind, and golden-purple runes spread along the blade of the sword. The Four Directions Sword was swept up by the wind blades and shot out into the air.

The members of the Northern Imperial Guard drew their swords to meet the attack, but were restrained by the talisman array. The ground beneath their feet cracked open, green spiritual energy burst forth, and countless dark green vines carrying poisonous mist swept over them.

Shen Chunri's long hair was whipped up by the strong wind, and her small silver hairpin almost slipped off. A few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead. Her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and her green eyes shone brightly in the firelight.

"Bone-Crushing Vine!" she hissed, the vines in her hand strong and tenacious, tightly gripping a man's neck. She coldly sneered, "Dare to ruin our Blood Moon Hall's plans? Ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

She was incredibly dedicated and natural, her performance was so genuine and moving that anyone who didn't know better would think she had served the Blood Moon Hall for at least fifty years.

Even Xie Weixing, who knows this, would want to clasp his hands in welcome to greet the award-winning actress.

He's really something, coming up with such a dirty trick.

The Feng Hua Sect is truly blessed to have these few.

"Are you Blood Moon Hall determined to break ties with the Northern Imperial Guard today?!" the woman roared, raising her hand to block. Then, a burst of spiritual energy suddenly blasted out. "A few brats who haven't even grown their hair yet think they can kill me? It seems the Blood Moon Hall really has no one left."

"clang--!"

The sound of weapons clashing was extremely jarring.

The woman raised her hand and took out a slender brush. The brush handle was lustrous and shimmered with a faint spiritual light. She held the magical artifact firmly, and spiritual energy flowed continuously from her arm and fingertips into the brush.

The tip suddenly shone with a bright golden light, rising and falling as fast as a shooting star. The strokes were executed in one smooth motion, with each stroke creating a ripple of spiritual energy. The surrounding air currents surged and transformed into several runes that exploded rapidly in the air.

"Hmph." The woman's eyes were sinister, and she unleashed her spiritual power without hesitation.

A bolt of lightning swiftly struck Xie Weixing, but he dodged to the side. Frost instantly covered the dragon scales, and he lashed out with his whip, using the force to deflect to one side.

"A top-grade lightning spiritual root?" Xie Weixing exclaimed in shock. "Weren't you just a fire spiritual root?"

The woman once again wrote with her brush in mid-air, this time transforming it into a sharp wind blade that swept in, accompanied by a mass of air.

"You ignorant fool," she said, "go to hell!"

"That pen in her hand can replicate magic techniques—" Xie Weixing suddenly realized, and roared, "Damn! She's cheating!"

Tan Suiting grabbed his shoulder, and with a flash of lightning at the tip of his Fenglian sword, he tore through the wind blades without hesitation, his voice cold and clear: "Be careful."

The dragon-scale whip's tail wrapped around Feng Lian's sword blade, seemingly as a mockery, and swayed its tail at the woman.

Xie Weixing straightened up, snorted coldly, and his eyes lit up with excitement: "Interesting."

You're cheating, aren't you?

It seems like everyone has one.

The woman raised her hand to draw again: "Dare to cause trouble at the Northern Imperial Palace? You won't leave alive!"

"Dragon Lord, you've given me too much face," Xie Weixing sneered, speaking coldly, "Use that move."

Tan Suiting flipped his wrist, and silver-blue lightning crackled and sprang around the blade. Fine bolts of electricity traveled along the spine of the sword, and a black spatial rift opened up around it, like a thin veil torn by a sharp blade.

He coldly uttered four words: "Empty Binding Nine Locks".

Lightning condensed into chains that roared out from the spatial rift, the chains flowing with dark blue patterns that distorted space, each lock engraved with intricate binding runes.

The woman, suddenly locked in place, scoffed, "You can only lock me up for a moment!"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

A moment is enough.

"Step back—" Xie Weixing said coldly.

The group reacted instantly. Shen Chunri still wanted to fight, but Tan Suiting grabbed her shoulder and led the group back dozens of meters away in an instant.

"Bodhi Ice Sprout," Xie Weixing said crisply, wrapping his hands in ice and holding a box in his hand. He then forcefully threw it out, "Jade Heart Begonia—"

The purple-haired youth smiled, and the Penglai begonia pattern on his side of his neck lit up. A dense, pale purple spiritual energy surged in his hand, piercing the air alongside the four sword blades: "All phenomena arise from illusion, the blade cleaves mountains and seas!"

The hurricane swept through the entire courtyard in an instant, and the things in Xie Weixing's hands were also blown and swirled.