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

He painstakingly selected the fabric and had it made himself, waiting to wear it on the day he broke through to the next realm, but it was ruined before he even had a chance to show it off.

Tan Suiting snorted coldly: "You child-raised husband, you can't afford to pay for your clothes."

"Get out of here!" Yu Xintang roared, her anger rising from the bottom of her heart. "Come on, go ahead and kill me! Anyway, Xie Weixing says I'm a masochist, so killing me will be like fulfilling your vow!"

On stage, Feng Jilan rolled his eyes in despair and covered his forehead.

When will we stop being so embarrassing?

What exactly did Xie Weixing teach? What kind of people has he turned his protégés into?

He glared coldly at the boy below the stage.

Xie Weixing felt a cool gaze and looked up.

His lips twitched, and he immediately understood what Feng Jilan meant.

Lip-reading: Is this my fault?

Feng Jilan rolled his eyes at him.

Xie Weixing remained expressionless.

Oh.

Global warming is all my fault for breathing? That's ridiculous! Everyone else is drunk, and this old man is especially so.

Yu Xintang swung to the side and into the air. The nonchalance in her eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a sharpness. She raised her hand and threw out dozens of Golden Core Realm Spirit Locking Talismans, using the force of the gale to tightly cover the entire killing platform, attempting to imprison the Dragon Prince's spatial spiritual energy flow.

He even had time to raise an eyebrow and tease, "Little Tan, has no one taught you to respect the elderly and care for the young? You can't even let your senior brother have his way? You want to beat him to death?"

Before he finished speaking, Tan Suiting had already broken the talisman lock.

He scoffed, his voice as cold as a lonely moon: "Then you should love the young first."

"you……"

Tan Suiting's heterochromatic eyes suddenly turned cold, and the dragon mark between his brows flickered slightly.

His expression was indifferent, and the void in front of him folded up, with all the thousands of wind blades disappearing without a trace: "Moonlit River Crossing in the Autumn Wind, Third Form."

The sound of the Xuan Sword hummed, and blue-purple lightning wrapped around its blade. The sword light rolled back and fell, the wrist stopped abruptly, and its sharpness was fully revealed.

"Soaring through the nine heavens."

This move was incredibly powerful, and its extreme sword intent was simply devastating.

"Hey! Are you fucking serious?!" Yu Xintang quickly used her Wind-Splitting Bone technique to dodge the attack, yelling, "Tan Suiting! I'm warning you one more time, M will fight back too!!!"

Tan Suiting: ...

It's so noisy. I'm annoyed by him.

Shen Chunri watched intently from below the stage: "Xiao Tan is too amazing. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a battle between Nascent Soul cultivators..."

"He has exceptional talent and has never missed a day of cultivation, so he must have this ability," Nie Zhao said calmly.

Shen Chunri chuckled guiltily, squatted down and tugged at her sleeve, softly coaxing, "Senior sister, I've been working hard lately too, I've already reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

"I wasn't talking about you." Nie Zhao glanced at her indifferently. "I know Xiaolong's strength. He has top-grade dual spiritual roots, the Thunder Abyss Power passed down from ancient times by the Taixu Dragon Clan, and the rarest spatial spiritual root. Even I wouldn't dare to guarantee victory against him at the same cultivation level."

She gently raised her eyes to look at the stage, her tone unhurried: "What surprised me was Xintang."

As Feng Yu once said, a person's energy is limited, and the more one studies, the greater the risk.

At the age of thirty-two, when he discussed the Dao of the Great Void, he could only sustain the dual cultivation of medicine and talismans.

Not to mention Yu Xintang, who is at the Golden Core stage, and cultivates talismans, arrays, and swordsmanship.

One wrong move and you could end up losing everything.

But now it seems that Yu Xintang has mastered the talismans, her formations are unpredictable, and she even has a deep understanding of Tan Suiting's swordsmanship, which is why she has such a fast reaction speed.

Beneath that smiling exterior lies meticulous calculation at every step.

Nie Zhao stared intently.

They all underestimated the power of the young master of Penglai Realm.

As expected of Penglai, known as the number one demigod realm in the cultivation world, the geniuses it cultivates truly have unique strengths.

Yu Xintang raised her hand and picked up a large number of talismans, forcibly breaking through the sword light blockade. She used the spatial rift to get close in an instant, and the wind blade barely grazed her shoulder blade.

Tan Suiting frowned and barely managed to dodge the attack.

Yu Xintang smiled slightly, touched the ground with her toes, and waved the last talisman.

His eagerness to win inadvertently gave Tan Suiting an opportunity.

A momentary lapse in concentration is enough!

"bite."

Tan Suiting lightly flicked the sword with his fingertips, and a dark light instantly appeared.

The sound of space tearing apart rang in my ears.

Everything seemed to stand still; the wind carried the Bodhi leaves from the towering trees, swirling and gracefully falling.

The sword's edge gleamed coldly, pressed tightly against Yu Xintang's neck.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with the sharpness of youth.

A narrow victory.

Tan Suiting sheathed his sword: "You flatter me."

Yu Xintang sat on the ground and clicked her tongue: "What's wrong with respecting the elder after we've already finished fighting? Help your senior brother up."

Looking at his shameless appearance, Tan Suiting reluctantly glanced to the side, then flipped his wrist, instantly raising the blade backward and lowering the hilt.

Yu Xintang was barely satisfied, and she gripped the sword hilt as she stood up.

He reached out and put his arm around the reluctant Crown Prince, leading him down from the execution platform.

"Senior brother, you were wrong, okay? I won't say you're Xie Weixing's childhood sweetheart anymore," Yu Xintang said softly, her eyes narrowed. "Our little dragon is shy. From now on, you should stick with Second Senior Brother, okay?"

They're still playing with the kids.

Upon hearing this, Tan Suiting frowned slightly, broke free from him, and gave him a cold look.

"Um?"

"Don't speak ill of your senior brother."

Yu Xintang:?

I'm not your senior brother, you son of a bitch.

Is nobody going to do anything about this?!

Both of them stepped down from the stage.

Xie Weixing looked at Tan Suiting, and asked with a lazy smile, "Was it fun?"

Tan Suiting glanced at Yu Xintang and shook his head.

Not fun. Noisy.

The latter pointed to himself, shocked: "...Am I your toy?"

Xie Weixing raised his hand and placed it on Yu Xintang's shoulder, smiling as he brushed past him and walked towards the stage: "You don't have that high a status. You're just a sparring partner at best."

Shen Chunri, the only one of the five direct disciples who hadn't been in a fight, squatted to the side and sighed, "Still talking about others? Senior Sister has a top-grade fire spirit root, and she's already at the Nascent Soul stage. She's really going to die a terrible death."

Yu Xintang sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

Tan Suiting remained calm, naturally took the drink, brought it to his lips, and drank it: "You won't suffer as much as I have. His Azure Water Lion is at the eighth level, and the purity of his spiritual root is no less than that of my senior sister."

Shen Chunri: ?

Can you please stop turning the hardships of snake training into something entertaining?

Yu Xintang looked at her empty hands: ?

"Tan Suiting?" He was a little shocked. "Can you please not be so casual? Xie Weixing has really spoiled you during our six months of seclusion, hasn't he? You're getting a bit too wild now..."

Tan Suiting glanced at him, then with a soft snap, returned the teacup.

"oh."

Yu Xintang licked her lips, thinking that their dragon race had long lifespans, and that His Highness the Crown Prince was still a young dragon who needed protection in the clan at his age.

He immediately felt a little guilty, thinking he was being too petty. He sighed inwardly and picked up the remaining half-cup to drink it.

Before he could even put it to his lips, a burst of spiritual energy struck him, catching him off guard, and the teacup in his hand was overturned.

Not a drop left.

It all spilled on his clothes!

"Tan Suiting!" Yu Xintang exploded.

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