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

Fiberglass.

Thin as a cicada's wing, almost invisible to the naked eye, so small that it could be ignored, but at this moment, it was swept up by Yu Xintang's wind-type spiritual power and instantly floated into the air. Countless fine and sharp fragments were carried by the long wind and swirled and danced with the flowing vortex, turning into a dense and despairing net of blades.

The people of Beiyusi were trapped by Tan Suiting's Nine Locks of Emptiness. Although they could break free immediately, they lost the initiative in the battle and had no time to prepare a defense. Only a few quick-reacting people raised their hands to condense spiritual power to resist.

The group didn't seem to care about the cuts on their arms.

"You think you can kill us with this little bit?" the woman scoffed. "What a fool!"

Before the words were even finished, a burning, tingling pain suddenly spread from the skin. The glass fiber was extremely fine, and when it pierced the flesh, there was no intense pain at first, only the sensation of countless fine hairs pricking the skin. Then the pain gradually spread outwards.

The woman's eyes widened: "This is...!"

What is this? How can it be so strange? I can't see anything in the wind except some dust, yet it can cause harm and pain. What exactly did that boy raise his hand to throw out?

In an instant, the itching turned into sharp pain. With every movement of the body, the filaments embedded in the skin and flesh stirred the subcutaneous flesh. Whether raising an arm, turning to the side, or even just remaining still, breathing would bring out a piercing burning pain.

"Kill her quickly," Nie Zhao's voice rang out coldly. "She just sent out a reinforcement signal. Qingzhou is not far from Chidi. If someone is at the Nascent Soul stage, they can get there in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Xie Weixing grumbled, "I just wanted to try out what I researched before."

"Hurry up," Nie Zhao clicked her tongue impatiently, "If you dawdle any longer, something bad will happen. If it really comes down to it, I'll just burn them all down."

"No." Xie Weixing stopped him, clenching his fists to ask about the dragon scales.

"Dragon Palace," he tilted his head slightly, a ruthless glint in his peach blossom eyes, his tone cold as he uttered two words, "Make your move."

Tan Suiting's eyelids twitched slightly.

Silver-blue lightning instantly solidified, his knuckles taut, revealing a lean and distinct silhouette: "Summon the Thunder God, and the wind and frost will cease."

The surrounding spiritual energy was instantly forcibly drawn out, layered and gathered, and lightning bolts shot out from between the fingers, scorching the surrounding air and causing a thin layer of white mist to rise.

"Azure Snow and Cold Moon." Xie Weixing spoke calmly, flicking his fingertips, and a cold light swept out, freezing everyone in its path.

The dragon scale burst forth, instantly wrapping around the slender brush in the woman's hand. It quickly fell back and placed itself in Xie Weixing's palm. Then, it wagged its tail at the frozen Bei Yusi and the others, as if saying goodbye.

It's as flamboyant as its owner.

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, then said, "Let's go."

The group turned and left the courtyard.

"boom--!"

Behind them, a thunderous roar of silver-blue lightning erupted, the light almost turning the night into day.

"Why freeze them?" Nie Zhao asked. "Why not just let Xiao Long blow them up?"

Yu Xintang chuckled lightly: "He's cunning. Why do you think we all have to play the roles of the Blood Moon Hall members? It's because..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Meow--"

A faint meow rang out. Xie Weixing turned his head to look and saw the black cat lying on the ground, its body covered in wounds and barely alive.

"Meow..." It curled up weakly, its eyes like sapphires, gleaming faintly in the darkness.

"Why is there another cat here?" Shen Chunri squatted down to apply medicine to it, but was instead bitten hard.

"Ouch—" She was startled and looked back, her eyes filled with pity. "It's badly injured. If it doesn't get treatment, it definitely won't survive the night."

Xie Weixing recognized it as the black cat that the female deacon had been holding earlier.

"I'll give it a try." He slowly approached, gently squatted down, and a pale white spiritual power gathered in his palm. The power of the Azure Lion bloodline, the most gentle and vibrant in the Three Realms, flowed out and slowly flowed towards the little black cat.

Xie Weixing's eighth-order Azure Water Lion was already a top-tier gene. After four years of tempering and baptism by the Divine Master of the World Spirit Spring, the purity of its bloodline had reached a terrifying level. Even in the Three Realms, it was one of the best, and it was not inferior to the descendants of ancient divine beasts like Tan Suiting and Nie Zhao.

The black cat paused, and several wounds on its body healed at a visible speed. It stretched out its paws, clearly no longer in as much pain as before.

Xie Weixing reached out and stroked it, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Live well, clown cat."

The black cat seemed indignant and raised its paw to scratch him, but the sharp claws retracted between its fingers and did not hurt him.

Xie Weixing tilted her head: "Did any of you bring food?"

"I didn't bring it," Yu Xintang said. "You'll have to ask the little snake."

Shen Chunri rummaged through his bag for a while and finally found a bunch of things: "What kind of food can a cat eat? I finally managed to save it, don't feed it to death again."

Nie Zhao coldly replied, "You like it so much, why don't you take it back?"

"I'm so busy all day long, how could I have time to raise a cat? Besides, my master gets rashes all over his body whenever he sees cat hair. My master has been displeased with me for a long time because I blew up the alchemy furnace. If I bring a cat back to upset my master, he will definitely kick me out," Shen Chunri sighed, took out all the jerky and other snacks in his hand, put them on the ground, and then carefully pushed them over. "Don't bite me, little black cat, I'm just trying to be kind."

The little black cat meowed.

Xie Weixing smiled and placed the pile of food next to it: "Eat up, but be careful with your food, little stray."

He stood up, turned around and looked at the Beiyusi branch stronghold, which had been blasted beyond recognition by lightning, and said coldly, "Let's go back to the sect."

The group of people playfully disappeared into the night.

*

"Master, there are still survivors here."

The man in the dark blue brocade robe turned his head to the side, the fabric of the collar embroidered with dark patterns, revealing a calm sharpness under the light and shadow.

He was born with a handsome appearance, with sharp and distinct features, a clean and neat jawline, a high nose bridge, slightly raised brow bones, and a pair of eyes that were a deep, unfathomable dark green with a cold and sharp corner.

"Master..." the deacon, her face scorched beyond recognition by lightning, began to speak. Water stains from melting ice still clung to her body; without that layer of ice, she wouldn't have survived until someone arrived. "Save...me..."

"Who killed you all?" Xian Beiyu asked coldly. "Where is Wanyue now?"

"Yes..." The female deacon coughed up blood, her internal organs completely shattered by lightning, reduced to a bloody mess. "Blood Moon Hall...they..."

Before she could finish speaking, she bled to death.

Xian Beiyu gently curled his knuckles, his fingertips touching something left on her body, which caused a tingling sensation.

He frowned, raised his hand to examine it, and his sharp eyes narrowed instantly.

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Finally going back to the sect, hehehe. Did everyone miss the old man? I'm so excited!