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

"Wait a minute," Fu Yao seemed to finally realize that she was a parent, and raised her hand to stop them. She looked at Yu Xintang and Shen Chunri, "You two go and have dinner first. The other two stay here. I have something to tell you."

Shen Chunri swallowed hard: "Junior Uncle, please, please don't do it."

"I'm not Nie Zhao," Fu Yao said calmly. "Get out of here. I have some questions for them."

Yu Xintang stopped the girl in green who was about to say something: "Let's go."

Shen Chunri was pulled away and walked outside. He looked back several times, seemingly worried about the safety of Tan Suiting and Xie Weixing.

With Yu Xintang and Shen Chunri gone, the room returned to silence.

Fu Yao reached out and pulled out a rattan chair, sitting down with a calm expression: "Stop acting like a pair of star-crossed lovers. I have a few words to say to you."

Tan Suiting nodded: "Yes."

"First of all, I don't believe what Xiaolong just said. And you two shouldn't try to shift the blame onto yourselves," Fuyao said, crossing her legs. "Outsiders may not know, but do you think I don't know your personalities? If either of you is unwilling, you can't work together."

Thinking of this, Fu Yao felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She had a terrible headache; she didn't know how to explain this to her two senior brothers.

Xie Weixing gave an awkward smile before finally speaking: "It was indeed my own choice. It wasn't that the Dragon Palace forced me. He only said that because he was afraid you would beat me up."

[The father had to shower a rich and beautiful woman with money even when he was penniless]

[He never mistreats himself. Back in Qingyu Sect, the only thing he had to offer was his face, and he dared to ask a girl's age. That's when I knew my dad was no ordinary person.]

[Junior Uncle really knows too much about family assets]

"Since you like each other, there's nothing wrong with becoming a couple. I have no interest in breaking up a couple," Fu Yao said, flicking her bangs with a calm expression. "However..."

Xie Weixing's eyelids twitched slightly.

It's here, it's here, it's here.

He was a veteran of the teaching affairs office. Back in the day, he and Jiang Jiu spent a lot of time hanging out together, sneaking out to go online in the middle of the night, playing games until 3 a.m., then going to get some barbecue, and then happily sneaking back over the wall. They practically destroyed the area around the back gate of the school.

Although Xie Weixing felt that this was not entirely due to their efforts.

With these glorious deeds, he was naturally summoned to the disciplinary office for tea quite often, and was also asked to write a literary piece reflecting on his bad behavior, ranging from eight hundred to two thousand words. He was so skilled at listening to lectures that he could guess what the director was going to say next with his toes.

"You two grew up in the Fenghua Sect, spending every day together, so naturally you feel that the other is the best in the world," Fu Yao looked up at the two of them, her eyes filled with calm scrutiny. "Xie Kunkun spent some time in the Qingyu Sect, so he knows a thing or two about human relationships, and I won't say anything about him. Xiao Long, apart from the three years in Longyuan, you can say that you have never gone out to train alone. Don't mistake your subconscious dependence on your senior brother for love. These are two different feelings. And don't let a moment of impulse and infatuation lead you to harm your fellow disciples. In the thousands of years of the Fenghua Sect, there has never been a case of fellow disciples becoming Daoist couples, let alone a precedent of brothers fighting each other because of love turning into hatred."

Xie Weixing's lips twitched slightly as he said, "I understand. Think carefully before you start a relationship. Don't impulsively sleep with someone and then be irresponsible. And after a breakup, don't fight or curse each other in the sect, or your masters, senior uncles, and junior uncles. It will be recorded in the annals of history and have a terrible impact."

Fu Yao choked, her face expressionless, a mouthful of blood stuck in her chest.

[Thanks to my dad for translating from Chinese to Chinese]

[I'm sorry to put you in such a difficult position, Junior Uncle. I've never said anything so tactful in my life.]

[Is this translation a bit too euphemistic?]

Fu Yao took a deep breath, swallowed the mouthful of blood, looked around as if searching for something, her expression relatively calm.

Xie Weixing fawned over him, saying obsequiously, "Junior Uncle, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for a sword?" Fu Yao said calmly. "I'll see how I can kill you, you pig, with one blow."

Xie Weixing:

Isn't that exactly what she meant? Why is he so upset about not translating it correctly?

[Don't let Kun'er speak. Junior Uncle wasn't so opposed at first, but after hearing what Kun'er said, he immediately made up his mind to break up the couple.]

[My vision went black, Dad, just shut up.]

Tan Suiting stepped forward, grasped Xie Weixing's hand, and pulled him behind him: "Junior Uncle, I, Tan Suiting, am not a frog in a well with a limited view of the sky."