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

*

"Can you really make this right?" Yu Xintang looked at the talisman in his hand. It was strange and unfamiliar, and even he couldn't quite understand it. He was skeptical. "Are you trying to mess with me again?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do to you?" Xie Weixing clicked his tongue, earnestly tracing the talisman in front of him. "This talisman is amazing, hurry up and learn it."

Charms have a limited lifespan.

To put it in a more easily understood way: shelf life.

The talismans I draw are for my own use, and their shelf life is approximately twelve two-hour periods, or 24 hours.

The shelf life of a talisman drawn by me will be shortened if used by others.

Xie Weixing bought a Qi Gathering Talisman with 20 cultivation points from the item shop and experimented with it.

It was discovered that it would become ineffective in about three hours.

But you can copy it.

Many of the talismans were strange and unusual, and Xie Weixing planned to study them together with this young master of Penglai Realm, who was known as a genius talisman cultivator.

After writing it down, let Yu Xintang copy it. Even if the result is the worst, it will still be about 70-80% effective.

This meant that a lot of cultivation points were saved, and Xie Weixing was in a great mood.

"What are you doing?" Shen Chunri asked curiously, peeking out.

Xie Weixing strictly forbade Shen Chunri from entering while Yu Xintang was drawing talismans.

Because they'll definitely start arguing if they don't exchange more than three sentences.

If anyone can mediate the war between them, Xie Weixing will soon send him to resolve the Russia-Ukraine conflict.

*

As time passed, everyone diligently cultivated their skills in preparation for the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Conference.

The five people were so busy they barely had time to breathe, especially Xie Weixing.

He would meditate at Cold Heart Lake in the morning, then go to Azure Lion to receive spiritual power. In the afternoon, after attending Feng Yu's pill and talisman classes, he would study talismans with Yu Xintang. In the evening, he would read the book of incantations and then discuss with his fellow disciples whether they could come up with some combination techniques.

Every day is like a clockwork that never stops, there's no time to even hang oneself.

His only consolation was that he had four other unfortunate souls who looked exactly alike to keep him company while he rolled around in the mud.

If you can't kill them by rolling them, then roll them to death, and nobody will survive.

The disciples' courtyard is silent at night.

Xie Weixing was studying the "Holy Seal Spiritual Method" in one hand and rubbing Tan Suiting's wrist with the other.

The young prince is of the purest bloodline of the Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea. His body is always cool to the touch, and the skin on his wrists is tender and feels especially good.

Let Tan Suiting do as he pleases. He himself is also looking down at the sword manual.

The luminous pearl beside the bed emitted a soft glow. Xie Weixing felt his eyes were a little sore and clicked his tongue, "What time is it? Shouldn't we go back?"

Tan Suiting raised his eyes: "Hmm?"

Ever since Xie Weixing stayed up all night reading cultivation manuals and embarrassed himself in the pill-making class, causing everyone to be punished by having to climb the Li Huo Mountain Range, Nie Zhao has strictly controlled their sleeping time.

The sect leader and deputy sect leader don't care about the daily routines of their direct disciples, and the discipline elders can't control them either.

Then the eldest sister will take care of it.

Xie Weixing hadn't been checked out of the dorm for a long time since graduating from high school.

This wave is like rejuvenating.

Sometimes when Nie Zhao was busy, she would ask Yu Xintang to check the dorms for her. Anyway, the rule was that the lights had to be turned off no later than midnight (1 a.m.).

Xie Weixing spends most of his nights reading in Tan Suiting's room. If it gets too late, he'll sleep with him, which means the Crown Prince always keeps two pillows on his bed.

Nie Zhao didn't care about any of that. As long as these people went to sleep on time, he didn't care where they slept, even if it was a latrine.

And tonight.

Xie Weixing was a little confused.

It's already this late, and the head teacher still hasn't arrived?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Xie Weixing glanced at Tan Suiting, quite proudly, his face saying, "See?"

My highly sensitive time management skills were honed through years of outsmarting the dorm supervisor and climbing out the window at night to get takeout.

Nie Zhao's voice rang out, but it wasn't telling them to blow out the lamps. Instead, he said calmly, "Get up, go to the Hall of Longevity."

The two looked at each other.

Another meeting?

*

The Hall of Eternal Life.

Xie Weixing leaned against Tan Suiting and yawned.

My mood is so-so; I'm torn between wanting sugar water and dichlorvos.

"Tsk," Feng Jilan entered, glanced at him, and said with great dissatisfaction, "How many times have I told you? Don't just collapse on your junior brother like a boneless wretch as soon as you step out the door. What will people think of our Fenghua Sect? As a direct disciple, you need to set a good example. How can you stand like that? People who don't know better will think you're some kind of hooligan. Straighten your back for me. As a cultivator, you must be self-disciplined and self-reflective, do you understand?"

Xie Weixing felt like he was back in elementary school. He could barely open his eyes in the morning. He went out with an Ultraman backpack on his back and struggled to tie his red scarf at the door. His mother stuffed a small water bottle into the side of his backpack while carefully reminding him to straighten his back before going out, otherwise he would look like a ghost.

He rolled his eyes, sounding listless. "Old man, can you at least look at the time when you're torturing us? This is the sleeping time our senior sister set for us. Is it ridiculous to force us to attend a meeting like this? How can our senior sister manage the disciple team?"

It's almost as if he has the words "You old man from the Taixu Realm, don't you sleep at night, so does everyone else?" written on his forehead.

"Well..." Shen Chunri sat down next to Xie Weixing, leaning on his shoulder and slumping down, "I was woken up in the middle of the night and I was so sleepy."

Looking around, Feng Jilan noticed that only one of his three trusted disciples was sitting upright.

Upon closer inspection, the one who was sitting upright was still clutching his senior brother's hairband in his hand, and his chin was bobbing up and down on the ground, indicating that he was also dozing off!

It's over. The Feng Hua Sect is truly finished.

Feng Jilan was so angry he almost couldn't breathe. Pointing at Xie Weixing, he finally managed to choke out, "You traitor..."

Xie Weixing looked at him with a shameless attitude that seemed to say, "Go ahead and kill me, I don't want to live anymore anyway," and was just short of lying down and rolling around on the spot.

Footsteps sounded, and Nie Zhao walked in slowly.

Seeing their pathetic state, he immediately began to gather Phoenix Flame in his palm.

The three of them shuddered, as if they were back in the martial arts arena where they had been brutally beaten, and they could smell the burnt smell of their clothes.

I instantly felt energized.

"Master, let me pour you some tea." Xie Weixing was very obsequious.

"Master, please sit down, don't tire yourself out," Shen Chunri said obsequiously.

There was only one prince left, who was so sleepy he was a little dazed. He looked around before speaking, "...Master, let me massage your legs."

Extreme lightning power surged from his hands in an instant.

Feng Jilan was so angry she wanted to die. She swung her Wind and Cloud Sword at him: "Massage my legs? You little brat, you want to send your master to his grave, don't you?!"

The Sumeru was activated, and space isolated the attack.

Tan Suiting hid behind Xie Weixing, revealing only half of his beautiful and aloof profile.

He had grown taller, now half a head taller than Xie Weixing, but he still relied heavily on his senior brother, his fingertips clutching his clothes.

Xie Weixing cooperated by protecting him, muttering to himself, "Impulsiveness is the devil, calm suppression is the key to breaking through in desperate situations and proving your peak self, abusing a minor gets you fifty years in jail, protecting teenagers is everyone's responsibility..."

Say whatever you dream about.

When Feng Jilan first heard it, he was confused and asked him curiously what a minor was, as he had never heard of it before.

Xie Weixing replied that he was a child who was not yet eighteen years old.

Feng Jilan chuckled coldly and asked, "Which of you bastards isn't eighteen? You're all stinking eggs."

Xie Weixing completely disagreed, saying that dragons have a longer lifespan than other races, so in terms of average age, His Highness the Crown Prince at this time is not even an adult among dragons.

Feng Jilan asks you if you're crazy.

Xie Weixing said that as long as you don't hit the child, I can continue to communicate with you.

Feng Jilan smashed him out of the Hall of Longevity with a single sword strike.