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

Xie Weixing was followed by Shen Chunri.

She walked dejectedly, wiping away tears as she struggled along. After crying for a while, she realized that the tears evaporated and left a stinging pain on her face, so she stopped crying.

"I am a genius in medicine cultivation..." She wiped the blood seeping from her neck. The heat compressed the space to a terrifying degree. She originally had a wood spirit root and needed the abundant green power of nature. In the Li Huo Mountains, where even Nie Zhao, burdened by the Phoenix Flame, was in great pain, she was under the greatest pressure, and even her pores were bleeding.

"I..." she choked back tears, taking one step at a time, "I must shoulder the responsibility of being the direct successor of the Feng Hua Sect..."

The others felt a tightness in their throats when they saw her in such a terrible state.

Even Yu Xintang, a professional trash talker, was shocked and stopped her verbal sparring.

Xie Weixing took a breath and slowly opened his mouth, his tone as irritating as ever: "Senior brother sees that you have exceptional talent and innate superhuman strength. You are definitely cut out for this role. You are the next head of the Medicine Sect."

Shen Chunri glanced at him in despair, her voice weak and listless: "At a time like this, you're still joking?"

The next moment, her fingertips were grabbed, and Xie Weixing reached out and held her hand. A force pulled her forward, and she instantly felt much more relaxed.

Shen Chunri looked up in surprise at the tall, slender young man in front of her.

Clearly... he was about to collapse too.

Xie Weixing smiled at her, his face slightly pale, bloodstains streaked across his cheek, and his tone was as nonchalant as ever: "What responsibility can you shoulder, junior sister? You're a sloping-shouldered fellow."

Shen Chunri was both angry and touched, tears welling up in her eyes, and her nose felt so sore that it felt like it could fall out if she just twisted it.

Finally, he managed to choke out a sentence, his voice trembling with tears: "...You're the one with sloping shoulders!"

Shen Chunri was followed by Tan Suiting, who remained silent the whole time.

"Xiao Tan," Shen Chunri said hoarsely, "Are you alright? If you can't hold on, grab my hand."

Tan Suiting shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and circulated his pitifully dry spiritual meridians, extracting spiritual power bit by bit.

He could clearly feel his spiritual sea being infinitely expanded.

"You want me dead?" Tan Suiting always possessed a unique, cold, and sharp quality, like a pine tree standing tall and sharp in the wind and snow, each word distinct and sharp, "I refuse to die."

The group moved slowly forward, one pulling another, until they finally reached the exit of the Lihuo Mountain Range.

Feng Yu was waiting for them there.

"Uncle-Master..." Shen Chunri was the first to call out, his voice hoarse and tears welling up in his eyes.

She came to Feng Hua Sect when she was young and saw Feng Yu more often than her own parents. Compared to her master and senior uncles, he and Feng Jilan were more like parents to her, existing in her life.

When Feng Yu saw the blood-soaked and disheveled state of his disciple, whom he had raised since childhood, his heart tightened: "...Little snake!"

Shen Chunri could no longer hold on, her eyelids rolled back, and she collapsed into his arms.

Feng Yu raised his hand to catch the disciple, and slowly channeled his spiritual energy into her slender body.

Yu Xintang was also paralyzed, lying in the safety barrier that Feng Yu had set up for them, her head resting on his knees: "Damn... I really didn't die."

His vision blurred, and when he looked up, he saw Feng Yuqing's aloof and outstanding face. He subconsciously thought it was a woman and blurted out, "...Am I already dead? Big sister, you have to take me in."

Hearing his tone, which was exactly the same as Xie Weixing's, Feng Yu suddenly felt a little itchy to fight.

But I still gave him a portion of my spiritual power.

He said coldly, "Shut up."

A sudden gust of wind and waves appeared from behind.

He followed these brats all the way, and several times he almost couldn't resist taking action.

Looking at these exceptionally talented and resilient children, I suddenly feel like bursting into tears.

It seems that their Feng Hua Sect has suddenly found a future again...

Nie Zhao used the Xuan Sword to support himself and stood at the end of the Li Huo Mountain Range, his red clothes billowing in the wind.

She never allowed herself to fall.

"Senior sister," Xie Weixing hugged her from behind, almost hanging on her, his voice hoarse, "Stop pretending... lie down."

Nie Zhao: ...

She was truly too weak to do anything else. Otherwise, she would have slapped him at least twice.

Two people were lying in Feng Yu's arms.

Feng Jilan was carrying two in his arms and had one slung over his back.

"You old geezer..." Xie Weixing lay on his back, his hand falling down to touch Tan Suiting's shoulder in his arms, "You really killed us, let's see if you regret it..."

Tan Suiting leaned against his master's warm and generous embrace, his palm unconsciously gripping the hem of Feng Jilan's clothes.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw Xie Weixing's drooping head.

Feng Jilan was busy channeling spiritual energy into his three disciples, and in the midst of his work, he replied, "Don't talk nonsense. I won't let anything really happen to you."

"I thought... cough!" Xie Weixing, half-dead, rested his chin on his shoulder, "The Dao Seeking Sect was the most inhuman one, I never expected..."

Even in this state, he was still grumbling and cursing: "Feng Hua Sect has no future. I'm going to report you for illegal tutoring... corporal punishment of students... Hengshui High School... Yuzhang Academy..."

Feng Jilan frowned deeply, exclaiming, "Feng Yu, come and see! Has this child been driven mad? Why is he talking nonsense?"

Feng Yu glanced at him and, confirming that he was mostly unharmed, said, "Let's go back to the sect first."

These close disciples are suffering from severe physical exhaustion; some are dizzy, others are delirious. We need to take good care of them when we get back, otherwise it will be a loss.

"You old fool..." Xie Weixing leaned against his back, murmuring, "You and Uncle Yu are doing this for our own good...we know..."

After saying that, his head lolled to the side and he immediately fainted.

The remaining two were stunned.

*

The group woke up three days later.

These past few days, Feng Jilan has been like an old man who has lost his son, always looking worried and anxious, afraid that something might happen to his precious child.

"Take another look? Didn't you say you were fine? Why aren't you awake yet? How many days have you been sleeping?" Feng Jilan was so anxious that his mouth was burning. "Even if you don't get up to practice your skills, you still need to get up and eat something."

Feng Yu sighed helplessly, then calmly said after checking their bodies, "They're fine. They just overexerted their spiritual energy and fainted. Let them rest."

"I told you we shouldn't seal half of our spiritual power..." Feng Jilan said, hands on her hips, seemingly regretful and somewhat resentful. "How old were we when we crossed the Li Huo Mountains? Almost twenty-five! And Master didn't even seal half of our spiritual power; he just confiscated our talismans and pills..."

"Didn't you say they were exceptionally talented and that the sooner they crossed the Fire Mountain Range, the better?"

"Couldn't you have chosen a more tactful way of asking if they wanted to go, or if they were able to go?" Feng Jilan frowned. "...And you made Xiaoshui kneel for half a day."

He didn't have that stern look of "If you can't learn, go eat shit" at all; he was just a loving and doting father who was trying to teach his child.