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

Xie Weixing's words ruthlessly exposed the truth, and not a single word of it was fabricated.

She almost harmed her fellow disciples because of her stubbornness.

This is worse than killing her.

Nie Zhao's jaw clenched tightly, her fingertips unconsciously tightening until her knuckles turned bluish-white. Her usually beautiful and flamboyant profile was now covered with a dull, pale expression.

……

Was it really wrong?

*

Night, carrying the heavy stench of blood, crashed into my dreams. The once bustling mountain gate, now only ruins remained.

The stone tablet inscribed with the name of the Feng Hua Sect was broken in two, crumbled and tilted, stained with dark red blood.

The entire area at the foot of the mountain was burned down, the thousand-year-old sacred trees were charred and broken, the peach trees were soaked in blood, and the air was filled with the stench of blood, making it hard to breathe.

Feng Yu, whose Daoist robes were always spotless, was now tattered, his cultivation completely destroyed, and he was devoid of any immortal aura. Shen Chunri and Nie Zhao, their faces covered in blood, collapsed to the side.

The once-great sect was slaughtered overnight. The wind swept through the broken branches, which fell to the ground with a clatter, leaving only devastation and no trace of life.

!

Xie was startled awake.

Looking around, it was still the familiar disciples' courtyard.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat from fright, his breathing was rapid, and his breath was trembling.

Thankfully it was just a dream.

He boiled water to clean himself, changed into a clean set of clothes, and stole a jar of wine from the small kitchen.

The peach blossom and plum wine that Feng Yu had brewed before was so delicious that Xie Weixing was amazed after taking a sip. However, Feng Yu refused to give it to him again, saying that the group of children should drink less of Du Kang's stuff.

She hid it in the small kitchen, thinking he wouldn't be able to find it.

Xie Weixing lightly leaped onto the roof beam, uncorked the wine, pressed it to his lips, and took a sip.

The aroma is enticing, and the wine is rich and mellow.

Sure enough, no one could resist Master Yu's peach blossom and plum wine.

"Squeak."

With a soft click, the door opened.

Tan Suiting, whose lips were slightly pale, looked up.

Xie Weixing turned around, holding a wine jar in her hand, her expression blurry. Her high ponytail stood up behind her head, and the strands of hair fluttered in the wind, with the crimson hair ribbons flying in the moonlight, like an extremely beautiful painting.

"Senior brother," Tan Suiting said, his voice cold yet tinged with a hint of tentative bewilderment, "Aren't you happy?"

This afternoon, when Shen Chunri brought him medicine, he lay by the bedside and mumbled to himself for a long time.

Summary: During the afternoon tactical training, my senior sister didn't follow instructions, which made me very angry. My senior sister was very upset.

"Hmm," Xie Weixing didn't deny it, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Go and rest. I'll be by myself for a while."

I want to stay with you.

"Dragon Palace," Xie Weixing looked at the night sky, his expression calm, "not everyone needs company when they're feeling down. For example, right now, I just want to be alone."

"Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, and it's too late. Go back."

The more frustrated he is, the more he needs his own space.

Tan Suiting frowned slightly, looking somewhat lost and helpless.

But in the East Sea, when he was in a bad mood, his mother would stay with him, and gradually, he wouldn't feel so bad anymore.

When he arrived at Feng Hua Sect, he missed home and couldn't practice his sword properly. When he was sad, Feng Jilan would hold him and fly on their swords to see the scenery and eat delicious food.

Why would my senior brother say that?

He doesn't need his company.

……

Don't we need him anymore?

*

Xie Weixing wasn't a good drinker, and the peach blossom plum wine that Feng Yu brewed was too palatable. He drank too much and lost his sense of proportion. He finished the whole bottle and slowly went back to his room to sleep.

Before I was half asleep, I heard the sound of the door latch being opened.

Then, the blankets shifted slightly, and something suddenly appeared in my arms.

Xie Weixing turned over, opened his eyes groggily, and was startled, his eyelids trembling slightly.

?

Even if it were the Black and White Impermanence, would they come to someone's bed at dawn to claim their life? Have they no shame?

Before he could even shout "Hey, you little devil, prepare to die!", the thing in his arms nuzzled his hair, revealing half of a familiar, pale face.

……

Can anyone tell him why there's a dragon here?

Tan Suiting gripped the corner of his clothes with her fingertips, squeezing it very tightly, but only daring to confine a small area.

Xie Weixing blinked hard, and his vision finally cleared up a bit.

The person in his arms had an extremely pale bone structure, a cool-toned porcelain white complexion, eyebrows and eyes like snow falling on a cold peak, naturally aloof, and long, fine eyelashes that cast a faint shadow when they fell, carrying a touch of youthful coolness.

It's no wonder that Xie Weixing was completely captivated by him when he first met him at Qingyu Sect.

The Crown Prince, who was once as cold and aloof as a solitary mountain and a frozen pool, now had a furrowed brow, lowered eyelashes, and a face full of sadness and grievance.

Xie Weixing's head was spinning, but he tried hard to stay awake: "...Little Dragon Prince? What's wrong?"

Why did you get into my bed?

Tan Suiting felt relieved when she heard that he didn't seem angry. She reached out and hugged his neck, burying her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Senior brother, are you not going to be with me anymore?"

Xie Weixing instinctively hugged him, shifting her chin to make him feel more comfortable burying his face in hers: "What's wrong? How could this be?"

They often slept together because they stayed up too late reading. Being teenagers, they were restless and liked to toss and turn in their sleep, so they were usually entangled together when they woke up in the morning.

Xie Weixing was already used to hugging him and didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

"You," Tan Suiting's heart calmed down a little, but he was still aggrieved. He choked out a sob, as if blaming someone, "You don't want me to accompany you, senior brother."

Is he not someone my senior brother can entrust with his duties?

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment, and then his heart felt a pang of tenderness, as if someone had poked it.

He mentally simulated His Highness the Crown Prince's thoughts that evening.

My senior brother is angry and is drinking alone in the middle of the night. I, Your Highness, am going to comfort him now.

Good heavens. My senior brother doesn't want me to be with him. He's sad all by himself and doesn't want me to share his burden.

This is a catastrophe! What happened to me? My senior brother doesn't want to play with me anymore. He doesn't want me anymore and thinks I'm an outsider. I didn't offend him, did I? Why is this happening?

Tonight, I'm going to my senior brother's room to ask him if he really doesn't want me anymore.

……

The more she thought about it, the cuter he seemed. Xie Weixing leaned against him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Um..."

As a result, Tan Suiting thought that his hesitation meant that things were really not going well between them, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but hug him tighter.

However, His Highness the Crown Prince grew up in the East Sea and was later brought back to the Fenghua Sect by Feng Jilan. Wherever he went, he was fawned over and admired, and he had no experience or ability in handling interpersonal relationships.

He wanted to express himself, but he didn't know how to say it, how to get Xie Weixing to treat him well, or how to tell Xie Weixing that he would treat him well too.

So he could only anxiously repeat himself, saying, "Senior brother, senior brother..."

Xie Weixing's calls stirred his heart, and he wished he could crush the obedient little dragon in front of him and bully it to death on the spot.

He suppressed a smile, cleared his throat, and teased him deliberately, "Well, you're not a good little dragon anymore. I don't like you anymore. I like the little snake more now."

[Bonus chapter for reaching 400 likes!]

There's a note today about whether there will be any angst later on. It's been approved, so I won't put it in the main text to avoid affecting your reading experience. Those interested can check it out. Seriously, I request that you submit your love tokens! ^ω^