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

He frowned: "Shi Yun! Haven't you made enough of a scene?"

Nie Shiyun quickly took out the garment from the corner and placed it on the counter, her movements surprisingly cautious.

She said in a low voice, "Wrap it up."

The shopkeeper exclaimed in surprise, "Wh...what?"

Wrap it up? Take it away? The clothes are all torn to shreds?

Nie Shiyun frowned: "I told you to wrap it up!"

"Okay, sure. Quickly, pack it up for this distinguished guest."

Lu Qingyou squinted, feeling that the item looked familiar; it seemed to be the one that Huang Nu had just paid for.

"It's already broken like this," he said helplessly, reaching out his hand. "Yunmei, let's just forget about it, let's go buy something better..."

"Take it away!" Nie Shiyun immediately erupted in anger, her phoenix eyes blazing. "Who gave you permission to touch it?!"

Lu Qingyou was startled: "It's just a piece of clothing, I'll buy you a hundred more..."

"Shut up!" Nie Shiyun turned her head and watched as the waiter carefully packed up the dress that had been torn horizontally.

She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with resentment.

What's so great about Shen Chunri? How can she compare to her in any way?

Some people are blind and incompetent; what right do they have to be the Phoenix Queen?

*

Xie Weixing and his group wandered aimlessly through the streets.

The system said: "Host, the third stall on your left, the third row from the top, and the seventh column from the left, contains this magic formula."

Xie Weixing's eyes lit up: That's awesome?

System: Do you remember the "Holy Seal Spiritual Technique" you saw at Qingyu Sect before?

Xie Weixing: I remember. How so?

System: The Qingyu Sect only preserved an incomplete version, which explains why the "Holy Seal Spiritual Technique," despite its immense power, was carelessly placed in a corner of the library. This is because: firstly, the Light Spiritual Root is rare; secondly, the incantations are difficult to understand; and thirdly, it is incomplete, merely a fragment. Practicing an incomplete technique is likely to be a waste of effort, as the most powerful parts of a technique are often the third or fourth form, and the incompleteness of the incantations might even be harmful to the body.

Xie Weixing: Why didn't you remind me before?

The system jumped up and down: You didn't ask me beforehand! You didn't discuss with me when you decided to practice the first form of the "Holy Seal Spiritual Technique"!

Xie Weixing: Oh, okay. You continue, you continue.

System: The stall I just told you about has the second half of "The Holy Seal Spiritual Method".

Xie Weixing knew what was going on. When he passed by, he stopped and pretended to be interested as he searched through the items.

The vendor was clearly not a cultivator, but a reseller: "Please feel free to choose and look around. Prices are cheap, and I'm honest with everyone."

"What good stuff could there be in here?" Yu Xintang frowned. "Don't look anymore. If you want the magic manuals, I'll find you two later."

"Get out of here right now," Xie Weixing said without even lifting his eyelids. "We poor people have our own way of living."

"Oh." Yu Xintang didn't bother with him. "Then let's go in and order first. You can come with us later."

"Okay," Xie Weixing replied.

Tan Suiting said calmly, "You guys go ahead, I'll go with him."

"OK."

"Xiao Tan, I'll order you some of your favorite sweet pastries," Shen Chunri said, turning back as she was being pulled inside. "And crab meat dumplings... Xie Kunkun, what do you want?"

Xie Weixing waved his hand: "I'm not picky, order whatever you like."

"Oh well."

He lowered his head and pretended to casually open the tattered scroll.

"This one looks alright," Xie Weixing said. "How much?"

Tan Suiting wanted to say something, but a look from him stopped him from speaking.

The vendor thought to himself, "What a sucker! Dressed so well, he must be rich. I wonder which young master is out here experiencing life. The scroll he's holding is clearly a tattered piece of paper; nobody would want it even if it were given away for free."

He cleared his throat and slowly said, "One high-grade spirit stone."

Tan Suiting frowned.

This is a fragment of a scroll. It's not expensive, but what if practicing it has a negative impact on the body?

"You're robbing me," Xie Weixing said calmly, raising his eyelids. "I've already given you too much, even a mid-grade spirit stone."

"Look, the runes and incantations on these... if you master them, they will be incredibly powerful..."

"This is just a tattered, incomplete scroll," Xie Weixing scoffed. "Do you think I'm some idiot rich kid who just happened to be passing by?"

The vendor was taken aback.

"You dare sell even incomplete scrolls?" Xie Weixing tossed the incantation in his hand and then let it fall, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Don't you want to quit?"

"This...you can't just accuse me without evidence! I've only ever done honest business, I..."

"Everyone come quick!" Xie Weixing turned around, closed his eyes, and lazily called out, "There's someone selling their disability here..."

Tan Suiting stood to the side, stunned, wondering what had suddenly happened to Xie Weixing.

"Alright, alright! Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist," the vendor thought to himself, having pretended to be a little devil for so long, he'd finally met his match today. He quickly grabbed the man, "Just one mid-grade spirit stone, is that alright?"

Xie Weixing slowly turned his head and smiled at him: "Right now, I only want to give you a low-grade spirit stone."

"What?!" The peddler had been swindling people for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever met someone even more shameless than himself.

Tan Suiting blinked beside him, unable to resist a slight smile.

Xie Weixing turned around, about to start wailing again: "This..."

"Alright, alright!" the vendor surrendered, thinking he'd really messed with them. "I'll give it to you for free, okay?"

Xie Weixing glanced at him, then licked her lips: "Alright."

It was a bit of a stretch.

The vendor was so angry he almost fainted.

He sat back down on the stool, thinking that he probably wouldn't make any money today.

Suddenly, a soft sound.

A mid-grade spirit stone, emitting a faint glow, was tossed onto the stall with neither too much nor too little force.

"Next time someone buys a fragment of the scroll, make it clear to them," Xie Weixing said calmly. "Luckily, the person you met today wasn't a fool. If I had gone mad from cultivating, the first person I would have killed would be you, you heartless peddler."

The vendor paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Alright, alright, I'll remember what you said today, young hero."

The person next to him, wearing a straw raincoat and hat, seemed to be dozing off when he heard this, but his fingers twitched slightly.

Tan Suiting walked with him towards the restaurant.

"This is a fragment," the young prince reminded him.

"I know," Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow. "I have the first half."

"When?" Tan Suiting looked at him. "How come I didn't know?"

A chill ran down his spine, and Xie Weixing quickly explained, "I learned it at Qingyu Sect before. You've seen me use it, right? That time at Qingmu Mountain, when I was incredibly cool and saved you and the little snake from dire straits."

Tan Suiting blinked: "...Oh."

Xie Weixing sneered: "Heh, you're really anxious because you can't find anything to criticize me for."

Tan Suiting pursed his lips, looking a little dazed: "I didn't."

Just as the two arrived at the door of Yu Xintang's private room, they bumped into Song Lingyue, Wen Fu, and Su Boyu.

Xie Weixing really doesn't understand.

One is from the Tianxuan Sect, one is from the Zixiao Palace, and one is from the Daowen Sect. How can these three people be so inseparable, like glue stuck together?