The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

The two people and the fox stayed in Yan Ruyi's room, asking and answering each other without attracting the attention of others.

"So, that person asked you to exchange a thousand lives for that bald... Bai Yuan, you didn't listen? Aren't you afraid that person will skin your brother alive?"

Bai Yuan's fur, once cleaned up, is still quite good, after all, it once possessed five hundred years of internal energy.

“My brother is not a bloodthirsty person. If he knew that I had committed murder because of him, he probably wouldn’t want me to save him. Otherwise, why would I have released those people on the sacrificial altar so easily?”

"Unfortunately, for some reason, the remaining people disappeared mysteriously after you left. I can confirm that it wasn't that person who did it. Everything that happened afterward was the work of the person behind the scenes. If I hadn't taken advantage of his distraction, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape."

Sequoia couldn't figure out the key point either, her fox-like eyes filled with doubt.

Despite the danger it was trying to escape, the man still managed to seriously injure it.

If it hadn't been taken in by Yan Ruyi, it would probably have become food for other giant beasts if it had stayed in the mountains.

"I see. It seems he wasn't the only one who paid with lives; others profited from it."

After realizing this, Han Cuiyin became even more wary of the person behind the scenes.

I don't know who dared to snatch things from his mouth.

The man who stole the items is now buried in the earth.

Looking at everything in Xiajing'ao, Zhao Feilan's face lit up with joy. "Shunhua will definitely like it here!"

Standing to the side, Qingshan secretly grumbled to himself, "In just four or five days, this place has changed dramatically, with flowers everywhere. Anyone who comes here will have to say it's all thanks to their dedication."

But is it really necessary to use magic to clean everything up?

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is scarce, and once spiritual power is depleted, it is difficult to replenish.

Are all people from the sacred mountain like this?

Qingshan watched Zhao Feilan bring rain, feeling more admiration than envy.

There aren't many magic techniques left on Mount Fuguang. The Rain-Making Technique was only brought back by Junior Brother Luo when he returned to the sect last month.

What exactly is a sacred mountain?

Senior Geng was powerful and won a glimmer of hope for his junior brother. Although he is still at the bottom of the cold pool, his injuries are already improving.

Zhao Feilan suddenly reappeared. Where exactly is the Immortal Mountain? Everyone who comes out is so incredibly powerful.

"Little Green Mountain, if you keep frowning, your forehead wrinkles will be so deep they could trap a mosquito!"

"Senior, this is already very good. When are you going back to pick up your wife?"

Qingshan had no choice but to stay here for several days. He hadn't cultivated for several days and felt unwell all over.

"What's the rush! I still have one last thing to finish. Set things up in this yard, and we'll head back in a bit."

They will be staying at the Yan family's courtyard permanently from now on.

Zhao Feilan did not touch the residences of Yan Qingping's lineage, as he considered them unlucky.

Qingshan reluctantly complied, ignoring what this unconventional senior was up to now.

Zhao Feilan gathered all the remaining Yan family members in Xiajing'ao together. He had already sorted through them once, and there were less than 500 people left, less than 100 households.

After Yan Qingping's lineage was wiped out, the remaining people were terrified, fearing that the young man in front of them would go mad and silently eliminate them as well.

Without delay, everyone gathered at the original training ground location.

Unsure of what the immortal was up to, they were filled with trepidation and could only exchange glances secretly.

Back in Yanjiacun in the Pinglian Mountains, these people were quite close to Yan Dali's family and did not do anything immoral.

When the Yan family encountered trouble back then, some people subtly warned Yan Dali, but he trusted the clan leader wholeheartedly and didn't understand.

Unexpectedly, the Yan family produced such a son-in-law, which made them dare not have any other thoughts.

"Each of you drop a drop of blood into this jade disc. If you do not harbor any disloyal thoughts, you can stay here peacefully."

No sooner had Zhao Feilan finished speaking than someone stepped forward and did as he said.

They're willing to do anything as long as they're not kicked out.

When they lived in Yanjiacun, they were almost completely isolated from the outside world, and they had no ability to survive outside.

They are perfectly self-sufficient in Xiajing'ao, and they don't want to go out.

After everyone finished, Zhao Feilan said, "From now on, you will be Shunhua's servants. If you have any bad intentions, Shunhua can decide your life or death with a single thought."

Upon hearing this news, no one showed any dissatisfaction. After they respectfully withdrew, Zhao Feilan sneered, "They've all gone soft-boned; they probably can't cause any trouble."

After finishing his business in the courtyard, Qingshan came here by special. When he saw Zhao Feilan's expression, he felt a chill run down his spine. What was this guy plotting now?

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for!" Zhao Feilan had already noticed his arrival. "I'm going back to pick someone up. You're coming back with me. You won't need these anymore. These are for you."

A treasure bag was tossed into the arms of the green hills.

"Thank you, senior!"

The two rushed back to Qingshuang Mountain Villa on the night of July 16th.

At this moment, Han Cuiyin and Yan Shunhua were enjoying the moon in the courtyard, eating the snacks that Wang had brought back for them.

A dull red fox lay at Yan Shunhua's feet, its eyes closed as it absorbed the power of the moonlight, which then dispersed into Yan Shunhua's body.

When Han Cuiyin returned in the evening, she brought the redwood back and had it approved by Luo Jingqian.

Yan Shunhua felt relaxed and brushed aside the stray hairs on Han Cuiyin's forehead. "You'll be of marriageable age next year, and you're still going to have this dark face? Why don't you wear the dresses I made for you? You're a grown woman now, it's time to dress up."

Gao Xiaolan came out of the room carrying some things. "Miss, Madam, don't keep eating snacks. If your mouth gets dry, drink some fruit juice to quench your thirst."

After serving the two men, she said, "You are a beautiful young lady. When you come of age, I wonder how many men will come knocking at your door to propose marriage."

"Back then, it would be better if she were fairer-skinned. Although it's said that a man should marry a virtuous wife, what man doesn't like a beautiful one?" Yan Shunhua joked with a smile.

She asked for nothing more than that her daughter's future son-in-law not be like Han Zhen, who abandoned his wife of humble origins so easily.

"I've never thought about getting married!" Han Cuiyin directly shattered Yan Shunhua's illusions.

"Even Lord Luo won't do?" Yan Shunhua said anxiously. "If a woman doesn't marry, what will she do when she gets old? Will someone else eat her up?"

"Lord Luo... is just a friend; he is not in love with me."

Not only were the people inside the courtyard stunned, but those outside the wall were also dumbfounded.

The moonlight was bright and clear tonight, casting a soft yellow glow on Luo Jingqian's face. That fleeting look of melancholy did not escape the eyes of everyone present.

"I initially thought you were special, but... hehe, there's still a chance. Girls' minds change so quickly; who knows when she'll realize how good you are. Haha~"

Zhao Feilan had intended to offer some words of comfort, but in the end, all he could do was give an awkward smile.

Qingshan and Qinghe also covered their mouths, not laughing out loud.

"Who's outside?" Han Cuiyin heard the noise and gestured for Gao Xiaolan to go out and check.