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

The group entered a clothing store.

Xie Weixing thought to himself, "How classy! Oh no, my wallet is ruined."

"Choose whatever you like," Yu Xintang casually picked up a jade pendant and tossed it onto the shopkeeper's table, grinning mischievously. "This shop belongs to my family."

Shen Chunri turned to leave, muttering, "That stinking idiot..."

Xie Weixing glanced at her as if she were an idiot: "You're not going to take advantage of an idiot?"

Shen Chunri:

That makes a lot of sense.

Yu Xintang: "What exactly do you mean?"

Bullying a rich kid?

"We can use the sect's funds," Nie Zhao said calmly. "Go and choose."

Shen Chunri pulled Xie Weixing and Tan Suiting inside.

Yu Xintang stood at the door, asking politely yet curiously, "Senior sister, aren't you going to choose?"

"I won't choose." Nie Zhao held his sword, his expression cold.

"Senior sister..."

"You go in with them," Nie Zhao said impatiently, wishing he could kick them away. "Don't bother me here."

Yu Xintang:......

Oh oh.

Even if the shopkeeper didn't recognize the jade pendant from Penglai Realm, one glance was enough to tell that the young men before him were either rich or noble.

"Sir, look at this piece. It took our embroiderers a whole month to make..."

"Look at this one, it's made with the most fashionable brocade patterns..."

Tan Suiting didn't have time to care about what was bothering him. After looking at it carefully for a while, he raised his hand and pointed to the left: "This one."

The waiter next to them quickly took it down.

"Can I try?" Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

This idea still exists in the modern mindset of the 21st century, which includes pre-orders with 30-day delivery, 3-day receipt, and 7-day no-reason return policy.

"I won't try it," Tan Suiting said, then pointed to the other side, "This one."

Buy everything that's suitable for Xie Weixing.

"Well... every piece of clothing in our store is unique, so naturally you can't try them on," the shopkeeper explained. "But I can give you a discount."

"No need." Yu Xintang walked over slowly from behind, bent her arm and put it on Xie Weixing's shoulder. The two of them were obviously the same kind of scoundrels, the kind of lecherous men who could seduce eighty respectable women into eloping with them in a single day.

"Just wrap up what you've chosen," Yu Xintang said calmly, "and hang it on my tab."

"Yes, young master."

Xie Weixing grabbed a piece of clothing and prepared to change.

"Hmm?" Tan Suiting tilted his head. "I didn't give you a choice..."

Finish.

"Come on." Xie Weixing pulled him inside. "You're not going to take advantage of this rich kid? I think you've lost your mind."

Tan Suiting:

With Yu Xintang around, the shopkeeper arranged the largest and most spacious changing rooms for them.

Xie Weixing deftly took off his disciple's robe outer garment: "This thing looks complicated, how am I supposed to wear it?"

Tan Suiting remained silent for a long while, then lowered his head and obediently tidied him up: "Put on your undergarments first."

It was the first time Xie Weixing had ever worn such complicated clothes. He stumbled around for a long time before finally getting dressed with the help of Tan Suiting.

He didn't choose much; the first outfit Tan Suiting had selected was brought in at random: a vermilion satin narrow-sleeved riding and archery uniform, with patterns resembling intertwined dragons and snakes outlined in light gold thread. Its exquisite craftsmanship was evident from the embroidery alone.

The cuffs were covered with openwork carved wristbands, and below that was a black belt with auspicious cloud patterns, with several silver chains intertwined around the waist.

His hair was held high by a silver crown, with a strand of silver hair mixed in with the deep black. A vermilion ribbon hung down from the crown, making him look even more dashing and spirited.

[The first lesson in cultivating immortality is to tie your hair into a high ponytail]

Are you going to the Arctic dressed like that, old man?

[Power on/Power on]

[os My dad is good at sweeping]

[Everyone, stay calm and do not take screenshots. This is an order.]

[The brotherhood meme now has a brother]

[Everyone's feelings: My dad, my father, my baby, my darling, my father, my family's pride, my little lion]

[All men can be fathers, but not every man is qualified to be called daddy.]

[This guy is truly handsome; even if he does nothing but stand here, he's already halfway to victory.]

[Thank goodness I transmigrated into a book. If I saw this face in some online dating vlog, I'd challenge Fang Liang to a contest of strength.]

[Just kidding, you can talk about Brother Tan.]

"This belt seems loose." Xie Weixing frowned, looking down at it. "Little Dragon Prince, how do I tighten it?"

Tan Suiting was still adjusting his hair ornament, his slender fingers running through his dark hair.

Upon hearing this, he reached out and hooked Xie Weixing's belt, testing its tightness.

The back of my finger touched the smooth fabric; the embroidery was perfectly smooth and not prickly at all. I could almost feel the firm skin beneath the fabric.

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, as if he had been pricked.

"What's wrong?" Xie Weixing asked. "Is something broken?"

His Highness the Crown Prince did not speak, but raised his hand to tidy up his waist. His hand, with a thin layer of calluses from years of holding a sword, covered his slender waist, which was as supple as bamboo.

Tan Suiting was a bit taller than him, so he had to bow his head.

Xie Weixing looked up and belatedly realized that the Crown Prince's aloof and jade-like eyebrows were very close to his lips, and he carried a faint scent of iris, just like him, with a somewhat cold and bitter smell.

[Oh, oh, oh, I helped you change your clothes. Oh, oh, oh, I helped you fix your hair.]

[Dragon, aren't you supposed to be a dragon whose hair can't be touched by just anyone? Why are you touching our Kunkun's hair so freely now?]

[Whether Long Kun is an angel or a demon, I will always be a dutiful daughter whose family fortune will last forever.]

My romantic relationships may not be as sincere as my feelings for Long Kun.

Xie Weixing picked up a water mirror and carefully looked at himself.

"Dragon Palace".

"Um?"

"Does your cultivation world have a list of the most handsome and dashing men in the world?" Xie Weixing asked, looking in the mirror. "Am I really that handsome?"

"No," Tan Suiting lifted his eyelids, quite seriously, "If there is, I support you to be number one."

"Our Dragon Palace is number one," Xie Weixing looked at himself in the mirror and blinked gently. "If I have to lose, I will only accept that His Highness the Crown Prince is ranked above me."

Tan Suiting was amused.

Seeing how handsome he looked, Tan Suiting was truly pleased.

"You're missing some jewelry," he said casually, looking at it. "I'll go out and buy some for you later."

"Yu Xintang, will you pay?"

"I'll pay."

"Then forget it. We're all just ordinary people. You won't be able to spend your money as comfortably as the second generation."

Tan Suiting's eyelids twitched.

Ordinary people. Him?

"What does 'second generation' mean?" he said slowly, "does it mean the family has many businesses?"

"yes."

"The Dragon Clan certainly doesn't have as many industries as the Penglai Realm," Tan Suiting said, looking at him, "but the gold and silver treasures of the East Sea are the most precious in the entire cultivation world. In the depths of the sea, any random gemstone could buy this entire shop."

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment, met his gaze, and then fell into a deep silence.

What the hell is the difference between this and saying, "He does have a lot of money, but I have even more in RMB, stocks, real estate, and funds"?

Is he even alive?

Doubao, please transfer all my assets from playing e-sports to the world of cultivation.

His top priority now is to oppose the cultivation of immortality and feudal society.

Is cultivating immortality considered feudal society? It doesn't seem so.

Screw it. Everything's turned upside down.

*

Xie Weixing followed Tan Suiting out, and Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw him.

"This one looks great on you, the red suits you perfectly. I'll go change into one too."

Xie Weixing was speechless: "Are you really that flamboyant?"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from another changing room: "Senior sister—Senior sister—"

Unlike most young girls who are delicate and sweet, this girl has a wild dog voice that sounds like a tyrannical young woman.

It must be Shen Chunri.

Actually, it's not bad to listen to; on the contrary, it's quite cool and stylish. If this were in the 21st century, he could easily win over eight hundred girlfriends with just one opening.

Hearing the noise, Nie Zhao walked in slowly from the doorway: "What is it now?"

"Senior sister, the back of this dress looks weird. Come in and take a look. I can't put it on." She was full of impatience.

"You've gained weight again, haven't you?" Xie Weixing added fuel to the fire without hesitation. "You've practically bankrupted the old man's little kitchen. You eat three meals a day plus a midnight snack and you still ask Uncle Yu for treats. You've lost all your desires except for your appetite. You're such an introverted person. You don't even say anything when you're full. You just keep eating. You're completely neglecting your studies and eating all the time."

Nie Zhao laughed upon hearing this.

A furious roar came from inside: "Xie Weixing, just wait until I get out, I'll beat you to death!"

"Alright," Nie Zhao waved his hand, stepped inside, and said, "She's growing, so she can eat as much as she wants."

Xie Weixing leaned on Tan Suiting's shoulder and laughed non-stop.

He heard a muffled laugh behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the rich second-generation who had made him laugh.