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

Within the Cold Heart Lake.

The first thunderbolt crashed down, and Tan Suiting used his spiritual power to resist it. With a crisp sound, his spiritual bones suddenly pierced with pain, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his marrow. The intense pain spread along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Feng Jilan and Feng Yu stood guard on one side.

Taking the brunt of a lightning tribulation for someone else would provoke the wrath of the heavens, and they would not intervene unless Tan Suiting's life was in danger.

The second and third bolts of heavenly lightning followed one after another, the violent lightning tearing through the body and forcibly drilling into the gaps in the broken spiritual bones, burning the dragon's original essence and blood.

Tan Suiting remained silent, his eyes turning slightly red from the extreme pain, his long eyelashes damp with blood and moisture, which concealed the churning agony in his eyes as they fell.

A gentle yet powerful spiritual energy slowly arrived, and Feng Yu began to heal him.

Such petty actions will not be noticed by Heaven.

Dragon blood spilled from Tan Suiting's throat, the blood mixed with the charred marks from lightning and slid down his chin.

"Uncle-Master," he said coldly, his voice trembling slightly, "there's no need."

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed deeply, but he still lowered his eyes and withdrew his spiritual power.

Never mind, this child has always been stubborn.

The dragon race is proud and aloof, so he naturally has to rely on his own abilities. In addition to feeling gratified, Feng Yu also felt endless bitterness for his future.

The fifth and sixth bolts of lightning crashed down.

Tan Suiting raised his eyes. Even though his back was slightly hunched by the heavenly lightning, he still refused to completely bow down. His fingertips were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white, and strands of dark golden dragon blood dripped down the corner of his lips.

That's brave. Let him die.

Seemingly sensing the provocation, the heavenly thunder gathered its power.

"boom--!!!"

Thunder roared, shaking heaven and earth.

The last two!

Tan Suiting's eyes were adorned with pale golden dragon patterns, his heterochromatic pupils were covered with a thin layer of red blood vessels, and tiny beads of blood oozed from his pale skin.

He stared intently at the surging sea of ​​lightning above his head, its coldness and resilience as if tempered by biting frost.

What does the Way of Heaven matter?

Do you think I'm afraid of you?!

"boom--!"

The final bolt of lightning struck.

Tan Suiting trembled all over and finally let out a muffled groan.

Violent lightning surged wildly through his meridians, and his congenitally flawed divine bones were torn apart by excruciating pain, as if countless sharp blades were repeatedly scraping and grinding against his bone structure.

The lightning slowly dissipated, and the sky finally revealed its whiteness again.

Tan Suiting's forehead was marked with mottled charcoal marks from the burning of the ice-blue dragon horn, his lips were pale from blood loss, and there were still traces of blood on the corners of his lips. His jawline was taut from enduring the excruciating pain.

[Holy crap. He was eighteen that year, and he withstood nine Nascent Soul Heavenly Lightning bolts without uttering a sound.]

[Dragon Palace, don't be so arrogant!]

[Does heavenly lightning really think it can stop our Crown Prince?]

[Tan Suiting, are you determined to be Kunkun's husband?]

[What else is there to say? America #1 is awesome, cold-faced and cute is awesome!]

As soon as the thunderclouds disappeared, Xie Weixing rushed in without hesitation.

His eyes widened when he saw the little dragon teetering in the middle of Cold Heart Lake.

"Dragon Palace!"

Of the five, aside from Yu Xintang, who specializes in wind-based spiritual arts, his lightness skill is the best.

It was probably because the original owner had nothing to do during the years when he lost all his spiritual power at Qingyu Sect, so he could only practice his movement techniques, which he then mastered to perfection.

Before Feng Jilan could even see clearly, a figure moved even faster than him, almost instantly teleporting into Cold Heart Lake.

Xie Weixing completely disregarded the burns from the remaining fine sparks around him, and steadily pulled the person into his arms tightly, carefully, as if afraid that his movements would cause him pain again.

Tan Suiting's eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes and face twitching with pain, and he subconsciously grabbed the hair ribbon that was fluttering down.

Xie Weixing's heart suddenly clenched, a wave of intense heartache surged up, and his throat tightened.

"Dragon Palace." He stroked the little dragon's cheek in his arms with his palm, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

The body in her arms was frighteningly hot, the skin and flesh were still trembling slightly, the corners of the eyes and cheekbones were covered with shallow scorch marks, bloodstains meandered from the corners of the lips, and long eyelashes drooped down, stained with dried blood beads.

Xie Weixing gritted his teeth.

Damn it. His low-temperature dragon palace was practically turned into a fireball! It's so hot!

He looked up at the cloudless sky with resentment.

Even though he knew that cultivating immortality was going against the heavens and that being subjected to tribulations was only right and proper, he still couldn't help but tremble when he actually saw Tan Suiting being tortured like this.

They wished they could tear the laws of heaven to shreds.

Shen Chunri and Yu Xintang, who rushed in, were stunned. It was the first time they had ever seen him look so fierce.

Xie Weixing picked up Tan Suiting, his face cold, and took a few steps back to the disciples' courtyard.

Next time he faces a tribulation, he'll make sure Tan Suiting takes all the blame!

*

Yiwu Field.

"Senior sister," Xie Weixing frowned slightly, "why are you not listening to my commands again?"

Nie Zhao looked up, his tone cold: "I think we can fight."

She's been a woman of her word for a long time, and she has her own set of rules for doing things.

Fu Yao withdrew her hand, her back aching.

Xie Weixing has been in a bad mood these past few days. He dragged her over to spar with him and tortured himself and everyone else like a madman.

He was even more violent than Nie Zhao, who was keen on special training.

"You think you can fight?" Xie Weixing had been in a very bad mood these past few days because of Tan Suiting's Nascent Soul stage being struck by lightning. "That day, when Junior Uncle was at Cold Heart Lake, you also thought you could fight."

Nie Zhao's temple trembled slightly.

Yu Xintang tried to stop her but failed.

He exchanged a glance with Shen Chunri.

There are still people who dare to talk to their senior sister like that.

Xie Weixing pointed to her injured right shoulder: "Can you fight?"

He was in such a bad mood that he threw down his bow and arrows and turned to leave.

With less than three days until the Wanjian Mountain Conference, Tan Suiting was recuperating, and his fellow disciples were not cooperating well, which made him anxious.

It's like the World Championship is just around the corner, and you find your teammate isn't practicing shooting but playing Candy Crush instead. You ask him if he has something on his mind and why he's not practicing shooting or using items, and he says he's fine and thinks he can do it.

Yu Xintang frowned slightly and pulled him back: "Xiaoshui, don't talk to your senior sister like that."

"That day, Senior Sister wanted to save us." Shen Chunri stood up, pursed her lips, "so she acted impulsively. Coordination takes time, Kunkun, you..."

Xie Weixing coldly shook off Yu Xintang's hand, turned his head slightly, and said in a cold tone: "Senior Sister, what if it wasn't Junior Uncle who came to the back mountain that day, but some other Taixu Realm expert who wanted to kill us?"

Nie Zhao's fingers, which were placed at his side, twitched slightly.

Xie Weixing's eyelashes drooped slightly, obscuring his expression. Only his slender, straight nose and tightly pressed lips gleamed with a cold, jade-like light.

He glanced sideways, his words sharp as a thin blade: "Your momentary impulse could kill many people."

Nie Zhao's body stiffened abruptly, and his shoulders, which had been brimming with arrogance, tensed up instantly.

From a young age, she was the most admired princess of this lineage, possessing extraordinary talent. Within the family, her words carried immense weight and influence, surpassing even her father's reputation and status.

Upon arriving at Feng Hua Sect, he became the chief disciple and Feng Jilan's most valued personal disciple, and he was known for his independent and decisive actions.

Everyone always respected and obeyed her, and they knew that she would care for her fellow disciples and was the most responsible senior sister.