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

Jiang Yinhuan was about to say something when she suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Huo Jiangmei's expression became tense. "Is your head hurting again?"

Shen Chunri glanced at her up and down, somewhat alarmed: "Are you trying to scam us? Don't try to pin this on us."

Jiang Yinhuan's brows were furrowed, and her expression was pained; it didn't seem like she was faking it.

Yu Xintang was the only one in the group who still had a shred of conscience. She raised her hand to help him up, asking, "Are you alright?"

Shen Chunri shrank back, leaning against Xie Weixing and clicking his tongue: "Xie Xiaoshui, you didn't scold her to death, did you?"

Xie Weixing: "Are you sick?"

"It's nothing, it's an old ailment," Huo Jiangmei said. "I'll take her back to rest."

"Old ailment?" Yu Xintang glanced at her, deeply feeling that the Dao Seeking Sect might be full of mentally ill people. "Unexplained, unbearable headaches. Is there not a single medicine cultivator in your entire sect?"

What if I die someday?

"Master had someone examine it, but they didn't find anything wrong," Huo Jiangmei shook her head, her eyes filled with helplessness. "Perhaps it's because of the disturbance caused by cultivation."

Shen Chunri pouted: "Then why wear a mask? It's weird."

"Xiao Jiu was injured in her early years, leaving a scar on her face," Huo Jiangmei replied briefly.

"What's it to you!" Jiang Yinhuan said coldly, pressing her long, slender fingers tightly against her temples to relieve the pain. "Senior sister, let's go."

"Are you crazy?" Shen Chunri muttered under his breath.

Xie Weixing seemed lost in thought, then suddenly asked, "What did Huo Jiangmei just call her?"

Shen Chunri asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

Tan Suiting spoke, his tone calm: "Xiao Jiu."

He turned his head to look at Xie Weixing and explained, "She is asking about the ninth generation of the Daoist sect."

"Oh." Xie Weixing nodded.

With a sharp, sudden sound, the talisman exploded in mid-air.

It was Nie Zhao's echo.

Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow: "What did Senior Sister say?"

Yu Xintang glanced at Tan Suiting and Xie Weixing, her tone remaining relatively calm: "Don't kill them, wait for me to return."

Xie Weixing clicked his tongue and said, "Look at your senior sister, she's not like you—violent, extreme, exaggerated, and emotionally unstable."

Yu Xintang's expression remained unchanged: "Maybe you think I'm joking, or maybe you want to come back and personally beat the two of you to death."

Shen Chunri silently raised her hand: "Then Senior Sister won't be back tomorrow? How many of us should we send? Oh, and I agree with the latter possibility."

"Let's stick to the original plan," Tan Suiting said softly.

"Okay, I don't need to wait for ascension anymore," Xie Weixing said calmly, turning around to rest her forehead on his shoulder, accepting her death with composure. "I can ascend to heaven now."

Who can afford to offend that tyrant Nie Zhao?

Goodbye, Mom. Tonight I'm setting sail.

Tan Suiting lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly. His pale jawline relaxed slightly, and a smile melted the thin layer of ice covering his eyes: "Don't scare him."

Yu Xintang rolled her eyes deftly and tore Xie Weixing off him: "Go take a bath, then go to sleep. There's a competition with the Demon Realm tomorrow."

"Oh, well..."

Before the two could finish speaking, Yu Xintang put a finger to her lips and closed her eyes: "Don't ask me questions like whether we can sleep together or not. Of course, if you two are really shameless, your senior brother would be happy to send you on your way before your senior sister returns."

Tan Suiting said expressionlessly, "Then how am I supposed to sleep?"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

He remembered that Penglai wasn't in Shandong, so why was it both Kunlun and feudal, and why wasn't he made the bottom?

[This is the situation straight men face in this observation room]

I wouldn't even bother looking at it if I weren't in this situation.

"How are you supposed to sleep? Is Xie Xiaoshui a bed or a blanket?" Yu Xintang sneered, raising her hand to pinch Tan Suiting's face. "You can't sleep without him? That's perfect, you can cultivate until dawn."

Tan Suiting frowned repeatedly as he was pinched.

"Stop bothering him," Xie Weixing said with concern, gently removing Yu Xintang's hand. "If we don't want to sleep together, then we don't have to. Let's finish our meal and go back to our rooms to cultivate, okay?"

*

"No." Tan Suiting, wrapped in a blanket, squatted beside Xie Weixing's bed, his face serious. "I don't agree to them sleeping in separate rooms."

Xie Weixing's lips twitched: "Go and tell Yu Xintang."

"I wouldn't dare," Tan Suiting replied matter-of-factly, "He pinched my cheek."

"Then let me fight him, that old madman from Penglai."

"Um."

Xie Weixing was speechless.

Tan Suiting squatted by the bedside, looking at him with a serious expression. His eyelashes were long and his heterochromatic pupils were extremely beautiful. As expected of the little dragon prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan, he was indeed handsome.

Xie Weixing, surprisingly soft-hearted, nodded and tapped his cheek with his slender fingers: "Give your senior brother a kiss."