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

Fu Yao looked up.

"It is my choice to like Senior Brother, so even if the sect opposes it, even if there is divine punishment, I will resist it, I am willing to resist it," Tan Suiting said calmly. "If you and Master and Uncle-Master think that my feelings are just a passing infatuation and cannot be taken seriously, then I swear here today."

He bent his index and little fingers, folded his hands together, gently placed them on his forehead, and then put them back on his chest. His long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and his eyes were calm and still, like an icy pool.

This is the oldest marriage vow among the dragon race, and most people only make it once in their lifetime, starting from their wedding day.

"With the ancestors of the sect above, I love my senior brother, and I will only ever recognize him as my senior brother in this life." Tan Suiting had a sharp jawline, thin lips, and a prominent nose, and his whole person was like cold jade. "If I go against my heart today and betray my love, may my cultivation be completely destroyed, and may I die a terrible death with blood flowing from my seven orifices. May I be forever sunk into the Dragon Abyss Purgatory and never be reincarnated again."

"Pah!" Fu Yao stood up and slapped him across the mouth. "What nonsense are you spouting? It's unlucky! Is that something you can say? Spit it out twice right now!"

Are the oaths made by the dragon race a bit too poisonous?

She never said such a thing, not even when cursing her enemies.

Tan Suiting's skin was pale, and the blow had reddened the corner of his lips, but his eyes were icy as he looked at Fu Yao, whose brows were furrowed: "I can see my own heart clearly, Junior Uncle. Between my senior brother and me, there is no longer any romantic love."

Not to mention Fu Yao, even Xie Weixing was shocked.

He didn't know whether he should be surprised by what Tan Suiting said first, or feel sorry for Fuyao for slapping his Dragon Prince across the face.

[You, Young Master Long, never even considered what would happen if your senior brother stopped loving you; you just went ahead and made a lifelong vow.]

[Without the option of divorce, the only possible concept for dragons is widowhood.]

[Damn, the East Sea Dragon Clan is a bunch of gravity-based monsters, I'm not playing with you anymore]

[Lightness and gravity are a perfect match...]

"What are you doing?" Xie Weixing hugged Tan Suiting, raised her hand to touch the red mark on his lips, glared at Fu Yao, and said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yao laughed in exasperation: "I didn't use any force, I just wanted to make you feel sorry for me."

"If I don't feel sorry for him, who will? I'll take care of my own husband." Since she'd already been found out, Xie Weixing decided to stop pretending and spoke with a straight face, stroking Tan Suiting's chin while holding him close. "Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. We've been together for so long, what's wrong with saying sweet nothings and making vows? Do we need to resort to violence?"

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became, and the louder he spoke, "Look for yourself, it's all red!"

"Alright, alright," Fu Yao, unable to bear offending this spoiled husband, took two steps back in fright. "Save those words for your senior sisters, master, and uncles. I don't care anymore. But let me make this clear: if we go back to the sect and I get beaten up along with you because of this, I'll beat you both to death first to vent my anger, understand?"

"I know," Xie Weixing muttered irritably, "When you go out and cause trouble, you're fearless, like clocking in and out, wreaking havoc from the Spirit Realm to the Demon Realm. But when you help your junior nephew take a cannonball, it's like your life is at stake. What happened to loyalty? What happened to being brothers for life? What happened to being afraid of death and not being a member of the Feng Hua Sect...?"

"What did you say!" Fu Yao slapped him on the head in anger. "I'm your junior uncle, and you really think I'm stupid, treating you like your sisters and brothers? Haven't I taken care of enough for you? I even pleaded for you when you went down the mountain to steal a piglet and almost scared your senior uncle to death. Now it's not stealing a pig, it's having an affair, brother! I'll take care of you for the rest of my life! Even if I'm brave, I never kissed your master and senior uncle and got caught!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Xie Weixing stammered, covering his head, "Stop hitting me!"

Tan Suiting quickly embraced Xie Weixing. Fu Yao could hit him, but not Xie Weixing. Thinking of this, a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. He glanced to the side and said coolly, "That's indeed true. Junior Uncle doesn't like any senior or junior brothers. He wouldn't even look at someone who's a generation or two behind. He's afraid he won't be beaten weak enough. He even dared to bully the master of the Dao Asking Sect and destroy the ancestor of the Dao Asking Sect. My senior brother and I are indeed far behind him."

Fu Yao almost fainted because she couldn't catch her breath.

Those two damned brats!

*

Yu Xintang and Shen Chunri unusually had little appetite, probably because they were too shocked and swallowed too much air with their mouths open. They packed some food and headed back.

As soon as I got back, I saw Fu Yao, who was so angry that her spiritual energy was surging and even her hair was standing on end.

The two exchanged a glance.

Junior Uncle is already a shameless person, why did he make her so angry?

Could it be that those two extraordinary people kissed again in front of her?

Yu Xintang placed the food box on the table, her lips twitching slightly. "Junior Uncle, have something to eat. Getting angry on an empty stomach can easily lead to sudden death."

"Thank you for your kind words. Please let me go and follow your master."

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It's finished! One extra chapter today.

If you encounter a plot you don't like, you either drop the story or skip it. I think that's normal for readers. But some people want to control the author's writing without feeling pressured, so they use the same old tricks, saying that a certain character is just a costume of the author. According to you, I write a lot of words about supporting characters, so I'm just using them as costumes. If you're so extreme as to only look at the main characters, then which of my sons or daughters has been taken over?

All you do is say things like that. If you don't write the plot according to your ideas, you start spreading rumors about this suit and that suit. I am an only child, I don't have an older sister, I don't have an East Asian family, and I can't have the love I want. I can't fit into Nie Shiyun. As for whether you secretly took Kun'er away, you know very well in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't say to everyone that it looks like a suit.