He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

When the Fu and Leng families got engaged, it was decided by the elders of both sides. The marriage compatibility chart was also arranged by the elders. Fu Xun was a simple young man who only cared about cultivation and let his family elders arrange everything.

He and Leng Huanxue had never officially met. They might have seen each other at some banquets in the past, but no one could remember them.

He was able to recognize her because when she ran away from home by climbing over the wall that night, the Leng family said they were looking for the eldest daughter the next day, which made him guess her identity. In order to retrieve the betrothal token, he followed her all the way south.

Seeing that she had encountered some trouble on the road, Fu Xun, out of a sense of righteousness, dealt with the thugs and retrieved the token, and also helped her escape from the Liu family. All of this was because the engagement and the annulment of the engagement were not her original intentions.

Otherwise, Fu Xun, who had suffered a great calamity, would not have been so kind as to save people.

However, I never expected to run into her again after she had already left the city, and even be saved by her once more. So, we're even now, I suppose.

Fu Xun lay quietly on the kang bed, one hand behind his head, the other silently flicking away a fallen spider. Leng Huan on his left was already fast asleep.

Her injury was on her right shoulder, and fearing that he might bump into her, Fu Xun kept a distance of about half a foot between them.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and fall asleep, Fu Xun heard her suddenly let out a soft moan. He immediately opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and saw that her eyes were still closed, as if she was talking in her sleep.

"water……"

Water? Fu Xun frowned slightly.

"water……"

"Hello? Huan-ge? Leng Huan?"

After calling her several times without getting a response, Fu Xun prepared to wake her up, but when he touched her, he found that she was burning up with an alarming fever!

Fu Xun touched her forehead and found it was so hot it could fry an egg. He then leaned closer and saw that her face was also red and hot.

Oh no! She has a fever!

Fu Xun immediately got out of bed, ran to Granny Zhou's yard to fetch water, poured it into a small bowl, helped her up and half-leaned against him to feed her a bowl of water. He fed her two bowls of water before she stopped crying.

He wrung out a cloth and applied it to her forehead to cool her down. Then he took a handkerchief and wiped her face, neck and limbs. After her temperature dropped a bit, Fu Xun looked at Granny Zhou who had followed him.

"Please wait at home. She may have caught a cold. I will take her to the city to see a doctor."

Grandma Zhou hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Fever could be a serious matter, and she was afraid of delaying treatment. She touched Leng Huan's hand and said, "Then go ahead. Xun, please be careful."

It was still dark at this time, before dawn.

Fu Xun scooped Leng Huan up in his arms and carried him out of the humble house. He was so worried that even Granny Zhou was surprised that Fu Xun, a child, could carry Leng Huan.

Fu Xun, however, didn't care. If he went to call a doctor, the fact that she was injured would be impossible to hide from the old man. Since she wanted to keep it a secret, he simply took her into the city.

Fu Xun carried Leng Huan as they gradually walked out of Granny Zhou's sight and into the darkness of the wilderness. As they walked further and further away, his figure slowly grew taller and larger, eventually becoming a tall young man.

Feeling the spiritual energy gradually replenishing as his dantian foundation recovered, Fu Xun steadily carried the person towards the prefectural city.

If it weren't for the fact that luck would damage his meridians, he could still travel at lightning speed.

Touching Leng Huan's forehead and feeling that the temperature was no longer rising, Fu Xun walked steadily step by step.

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Leng Huan woke up to the faint sound of conversation.

"She has suffered an external injury, and the evil spirits have invaded her body, causing an excess of yin energy and making her body weak, which is why she has a persistent high fever. I will prescribe a remedy: boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and she should be fine after drinking it for two days."

"Yes, thank you, doctor."

doctor?

Is she at the clinic again?

I opened my groggy eyes and saw the bright daylight, the familiar doctor, and the little kid.

Immediately, a feeling of dry mouth and throat overwhelmed me; I was so thirsty!

"water……"

Hearing the sound, Fu Xun turned his head and saw that she had opened her eyes and looked a little dazed. He got up, poured a bowl of water, and helped Leng Huan lean against him to feed her water.

"Huan-ge, want some more?"

"No..."

"How are you feeling?" Fu Xun touched her forehead and compared it to his own: "You're still a little hot."

"I'm hot and dizzy, I have a fever..." Leng Huan's voice was hoarse from the fever.

"Yes, the female physician has already cleaned your wound."

Yesterday, the doctor didn't ask how I got injured and treated it as a normal injury. Now they've examined me again.

Fu Xun was a bit speechless. He himself was not afraid of minor evil energy, but he did not expect that Leng Huan, a cultivator, would be afraid of this. He felt that she was indeed delicate and precious, a... fragile person.

But then he thought that she was injured on his behalf, so he gently wiped her face and hands and took care of her.

When the female doctor brought the medicine, he insisted on feeding it to her personally. Leng Huan was already much more awake, and seeing him like this made her feel awkward all over. She forced herself to sit up and gulped down the medicine herself.

"Ugh...it tastes so bitter!"

Fu Xun: "...Good medicine tastes bitter."

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Leng Huan returned to Lin Family Village and began to secretly recuperate, even asking Fu Xun for help with changing his dressings.

"Go easy on me..."

Her clothes were half-undone, revealing her right shoulder. Her skin was fair and smooth, and it was very noticeable in the candlelight. Fu Xun was distracted for a moment, and his hand accidentally touched her wound. Leng Huan gasped and gritted her teeth.

"...Sorry, I'll be careful."

The girl's neck and shoulders had a beautiful line, but unfortunately, the four red and inflamed wounds on her shoulders ruined the beauty and looked painful.

"How long will it take?"

"It will probably take ten days to half a month."

Well, now they're both sick, Leng Huan sighed silently.

As soon as the ointment was applied to the wound, a cool sensation came over him, relieving the burning pain. Leng Huan finally relaxed his brow.

I silently gave myself a thumbs up. A warrior must face bloodshed head-on!

Fu Xun's bandaging technique was quite skilled, and Leng Yongshi asked curiously, "Did you study this before or what? You're so skilled."

He paused slightly, then continued wrapping the bandage around her, his small eyebrows furrowing. "No, I often got injured during my training, and over time, I learned to do it myself."

"Huan-ge, there's something I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Actually, I'm not a child..."

Leng Huan asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You'll find out later..."

Leng Huan couldn't understand it. Looking at the child who had bandaged her wound and straightened his clothes, she realized that he had grown a few points taller.

Leng Huan is about 1.67 meters tall, and this child actually reached her ear?

However, he was unwilling to say, and Leng Huan politely did not ask.

Fu Xun tidied up the bottles and jars, turned off the light, and let her sleep inside. Leng Huan didn't argue with him and obediently lay down to sleep. She looked at Fu Xun, who was covered with the quilt, and asked him in a clear voice, "Do we have enough money to go to the Misty Immortal Sect?"

Fu Xun rested his outer arm under his head with one hand, while his inner hand rested neatly on his lower abdomen. He glanced at her upon hearing this, and the childishness in his voice had diminished considerably, replaced by a hint of composure. "That's enough. Once we're all ready, we can set off."

Before he knew it, he had grown quite a bit taller. Fu Xun deliberately placed a wooden sword between the two of them, near his pillow, which seemed very natural, making Leng Huan think that it was something he treasured and that he wanted to sleep with it.

I was still thinking to myself how different his hobby was – storing a sword, unlike other kids who usually put away toys. And let me tell you, the wooden sword was exquisitely crafted, quite beautiful and well-made; no wonder I always saw him carving these things.

How could they have known that Fu Xun was intentionally avoiding suspicion?

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