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

When Xie Weixing looked up, the red-haired woman had extremely prominent features, with eyebrows and eyes like distant mountains and nearby waters, and her phoenix eyes looked at him coldly.

"It's you again?" Nie Zhao squinted.

Sensing the extreme fire element, the Azure Lion immediately opened its eyes, instantly preparing for a fight.

Xie Weixing stopped him. A strand of silver-white hair was visible in his pure black hair, a physical reaction resulting from the deep connection he had formed with the spirit beast after achieving the Core Formation stage.

"I'm sorry," he said tremulously to Nie Zhao, "I've reached the Core Formation stage, it wasn't intentional."

Don't send me away. Don't send me away.

In front of this woman, his Golden Core must have been purchased through a group purchase on Douyin (TikTok), so he has no obligation to be beaten up immediately after breaking through to a higher realm.

Nie Zhao glanced at the Azure Lion behind him and recalled their encounter at Cold Heart Lake. It seemed that this person had just established his foundation.

And now, only two and a half months have passed since we first met.

She tilted her head slightly, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Are you kidding me?"

*

"You've reached the Core Formation stage?" Feng Jilan slammed his hand on the table and stood up, nearly tripping over his clothes and falling backward with a loud roar.

Xie Weixing nodded.

Feng Yu was pulled awake in the middle of the night, his eyes still half-closed: "Can we not have meetings in the middle of the night... wait a minute, who did you say achieved Core Formation?"

"What?" Shen Chunri, who had rushed over from the disciples' courtyard, still hadn't wiped the sleep from her eyes. She wiped her face, and a certain emotion appeared on the girl's fair face, a feeling that could be described as shocking. "Who formed their core? Did I transmigrate? How old am I now? In my memory, Xie Weixing had just established his foundation, hadn't he?"

With a look of confusion and doubt in her eyes, Tan Suiting immediately took his hand to check if the spiritual veins were damaged.

"You didn't use some banned drugs again, did you?" Feng Yu asked suspiciously, while also examining his body.

Xie Weixing shook his head and recounted how the Azure Lion could help with cultivation.

"It took me six years to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, and my spiritual power was suppressed too much. The sudden release of the restrictions caused a strong rebound. Moreover, the Azure Lion can only help me at the Golden Core stage; it probably won't be of much help at the Nascent Soul stage."

"So what?" Shen Chunri chuckled helplessly. "Brother, do you think the Golden Core Realm is like the pigs raised by Grandma Li at the foot of the mountain, ready to be sold every ten months?"

She clung to Nie Zhao's leg miserably, her face full of despair: "Senior sister, I won't practice tomorrow, I'll find a rope to practice my neck."

After examining him, Feng Yu said, "There's no problem. He has indeed formed his core."

Feng Jilan rubbed his legs, sat back down, took a sip of tea, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ah... God bless my Feng Hua Sect... Hahaha, hahaha—"

Xie Weixing said, "My ice spirit root is fully usable now."

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" The laughter grew even more unrestrained.

"I also learned a spell while I was at it."

"Hahaha! Ha—cough cough!" Feng Jilan choked.

He was already overjoyed, but his disciple kept adding to his happiness.

Nie Zhao, who was being held by Shen Chunri and crying, had fully accepted the fact that he had gained a junior brother.

She had no objections, and even felt that the person in front of her had the same talent as Tan Suiting.

He began cultivating his Qi at age 12, but after awakening his five spiritual roots, he lost all his cultivation. At age 18, he reshaped his bones and established his foundation on the spot. Within two and a half months, he formed an eighth-order spirit beast and also formed his core.

Little brother, you're amazing!

*

Xie Weixing keenly noticed that His Highness the Crown Prince seemed to have something on his mind lately.

For example, when he got up in the morning, he stood at the door as usual waiting for someone to go to Hanxin Lake to cultivate together, but was told that Tan Suiting had already left a stick of incense.

When they arrived at Coldheart Lake, Little Dragon Palace was meditating in the lightning matrix and didn't even greet him.

For example, when Feng Yu was about to finish class, he and Shen Chunri discussed what to eat later. When asked, His Highness the Crown Prince coldly replied that he planned to fast today.

For example, Shen Chunri refined a new elixir and planned to let them try it. Tan Suiting hesitated for a moment, but nodded out of fellow disciples. However, before Xie woke up, he suddenly got up and said that he wanted to go to cultivate with Nie Zhao.

In short, he wouldn't stay anywhere Xie was still unconscious.

But he treated everyone else the same, maintaining the same attitude.

For several days in a row, Mr. Xie was completely baffled.

Did he offend His Highness the Crown Prince? No, I don't think so.

With the sect election just three days away, the entire Feng Hua Sect was bustling with activity as people prepared for matters related to their direct disciples, along with a whole host of other miscellaneous tasks.

Xie Weixing finally managed to stop Tan Suiting one night when he returned to change his clothes.

As someone who has spent years in an all-male esports club and has always been a member of Royal Never Give Up (RNG), countless teammates and staff members have had opinions about him, but most of them were eventually resolved.

Mr. Xie has a lot to say on this matter.

"Little Dragon Prince," he leaned against the doorway, a smile playing on his lips, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with affection, "what have I done to offend you? Why have you been so annoyed with me these past few days?"

Tan Suiting gave him a cold look, then pushed the door open to go in: "Get out of my way."

Xie Weixing crossed his arms, turned sideways to block him, and gently pouted, "How did I make you unhappy, Little Dragon Prince? Tell me, I'll change, okay?"

Tan Suiting reached out his hand, but someone was blocking him, and he couldn't open the door.

He lowered his eyelids, his slender fingers curling slightly: "Xie Weixing, am I your friend?"

"yes."

They are from the same school, and their academic achievements are comparable to those of a high school classmate with whom you can have a long chat during an evening study session.

Tan Suiting looked up at him, her eyes filled with cold reproach: "You didn't tell me about such a big thing as your Core Formation. You also didn't tell me about your two months of seclusion."

Xie Weixing: "Huh?"

"You never considered me a friend," Tan Suiting pushed him away, "and I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

Xie Weixing was pushed away and leaned against the wall, looking dazed.

Some people are unhappy because he was put in the starting lineup without being trained in youth training; some are unhappy because he performed poorly and was still played in a four-protect-one formation; and some are unhappy because he is a popular player but is always treated like royalty.

But no one ever said to Xie Weixing, "Why didn't you tell me you were taking leave? I'm not happy about it."

?

What is the reason for this?

Tan Suiting was just about to close the door.

"Sigh," Xie Weixing said, leaning against the doorframe, frowning. "The decision to go into seclusion was very sudden, I..."

Tan Suiting coldly interrupted, "Then how did you manage to tell your master in time?"

Xie Weixing:

Uh.

The door slammed shut.

Xie Weixing almost got his nose hit.

He raised his hand and touched it, still feeling lingering fear.

Do you think you understand now? When he was a kid, he had a really good friend in his extracurricular classes. They would chat and get scolded together every day during class, and after class they would hold hands and go to the school gate to buy roasted legs.

One day, his friend didn't come. He waited anxiously for a week, only to find out later that his friend had moved away with his parents.

He was heartbroken for a long time.

Later, in junior high school, they reconnected through a roundabout process, but he never wanted to talk to the other person again.

Xie Weixing sighed. He was just about to ask Shen Chunri what Little Dragon Prince usually liked, and he wanted to apologize.

Turning his head, he saw Nie Zhao leaning against the side, watching the spectacle.