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

Chapter 232 You've passed.

"Very good, it seems their cultivation of demonic arts is confirmed." Leng Huan silently concealed himself in the corner.

Cultivating by sacrificing blood to evil energy is not far from becoming a demon. Fu Xun once said that there are very few Nascent Soul cultivators in the Divine Dynasty, but one here is about to break through.

The Divine Dynasty has gained three Nascent Soul cultivators in the past few years, and that great formation is the reason.

The malevolent energy, which seemed to have come from nowhere, was used to fuel their cultivation; the demonic sect had indeed not abandoned the Blood Pool.

There's fighting everywhere now, so many people have died, and so much blood has been gathered...

Leng Huan took a deep breath, her aura fluctuated, and her magic seal condensed. The old man, who was half a step into the Integration Realm, was the first to notice her. He immediately sprang up and grabbed at Leng Huan with his withered body.

She cast a magic seal at the central formation, and with a loud boom, the old man actually blocked it with his body. "Stop being so presumptuous!"

No matter who she is, once she's in, we won't let her out.

"This is!" Leng Huan was shocked. The old man had been hit and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he actually shouted loudly and his body exploded. All the evil energy of the great formation was absorbed by the old man and gathered on his body.

At the same time, the others were awakened and tried to fly up, but they were unable to move. Their faces were filled with horror as they felt their cultivation being absorbed by the formation and merged into the ancestor's body.

"No, Grand Elder! Stop!"

"Do not……"

The shouts of the group were to no avail. The ancestor's injuries were instantly healed, and his cultivation level began to surge, reaching the Integration Stage. However, there was no sign of tribulation lightning.

This is a level of cultivation that is not recognized by the Heavenly Dao; it is a false realm.

Soon, the Nascent Soul cultivator with the lowest cultivation level was drained dry and turned into a skeleton.

At the same time, Leng Huan's new magic seal struck the old man. The old man's brows were cold and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Leng Huan with a murderous aura.

He formed a shield with a hand seal, and the blood-red aura clashed with Leng Huan's blue attack, creating a deafening thud in the spacious stone chamber.

The airflow turned into a gale, like a sharp blade slicing through the few cultivators in the formation whose life force was still being drained, instantly turning them to dust, and then crashing them into the wall with a thud.

The underground palace suddenly shook. Leng Huan pressed on, his spiritual light burst forth, and as soon as the treasure mirror was opened, everything around him turned into the River of Oblivion.

The old man paused, his expression became confused, and the attack in his hand disappeared.

This is an illusion created by the precious mirror based on the cultivator's inner demons.

Controlling the old man for just a moment was enough for Leng Huan to finish him off. She sensed that high-level cultivators were rushing over here.

With a flick of her slender hand, Leng Huan unleashed a burst of violent and murderous Xuan power, its pale blue glow shimmering as it gently touched the old man's crown chakra. The instant the touch occurred, the old man regained consciousness. At the same time, his mind was shattered by the influx of the raging Xuan power. His expression of terror froze for a mere instant, and the old man collapsed with a thud, his form stiff as a board.

The old man was senile and suffered a backlash from the demonic power. His body was burst apart by the red and black evil energy. Leng Huan cast a Thunderfire Talisman to burn away the demonic energy in the stone chamber.

She vanished in an instant before anyone arrived.

Having achieved her goal, she was no longer in a predicament, because she had just sensed a powerful aura above her, roughly equivalent to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

There are also several Nascent Soul cultivators. This kind of thing should be made known to the whole world so that everyone can see what despicable things the Divine Dynasty has done.

The Misty Immortal Sect.

As Leng Huan entered the mountain gate, the daylight had just faded and the lanterns were just coming on.

She went straight to the main hall; she needed to find someone to explain things to.

"Senior sister, where did you go?"

In the brightly lit main hall, Fu Xun, dressed in a blue-gold sect leader's robe, stood with his hands behind his back under the plaque inscribed with the four characters "A Thousand-Foot Wall Standing Firm," without turning his head, seemingly letting out a soft sigh.

Leng Huan paused at the door, glanced at him several times, and felt that this man had become even more imposing after not seeing him for a few days.

"Ahem, junior brother, I've been playing around down the mountain for a few days." He said as he slowly walked in.

Fu Xun then turned to look at her. She was completely unharmed and moved with graceful steps. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is Zhongjing?"

Leng Huan casually replied, "It's a mess."

Suddenly realizing something was amiss, Fu Xun, with his sharp eyes, stared at her for a moment before slowly saying, "You spent a few days playing down the mountain, and ended up in Zhongjing."

After a slight pause, Leng Huan said nonchalantly, "Oh, I was just about to tell you. I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I felt that you were very busy, so I wanted to go and see for myself to put my mind at ease."

Fu Xun was just angry that she hadn't told him, and a little worried, but he couldn't do anything to her now, so he reached out and flicked her forehead with his finger, giving it a light "boom".

"Five days."

"Yes, I stayed at the Zhongjing Imperial Palace for three or four days. I must say, this trip was quite fruitful."

“The Xiao family of the Divine Dynasty is a puppet of the Demon Clan.” Fu Xun said calmly.

"How did you know?" Leng Huan asked in surprise. How did he guess?

She went to check whether there were any changes, since Wang Chen had mentioned that the turmoil in the Divine Dynasty had occurred more than ten years earlier than expected.

Fu Xun looked down into her eyes, and at that moment, all the memories of Nanshan City from back then became incredibly clear in his mind.

He suddenly hugged Leng Huan and waved his hand, and the two appeared in the sect leader's residence - Qingjing Hall - behind the main hall.

The incense in the room was a cold-resistant fragrance, and Leng Huan guessed that this person had been staying here for the past few days.

Leng Huan sat obediently on the edge of the bed. Fu Xun looked down at her for a while and said, "The events in Nanshan City back then were all strange. The strangest thing was you and Wang Chen. If I didn't know that you couldn't possibly be a spy for the Demon Clan, I would have thought that Wang Chen was the spy."

“Hey!” Leng Huan retorted with wide eyes, “We’re not spies, we’re legitimate cultivators.”

Fu Xun remained silent for a long time, but his quiet aura was incredibly imposing. He teased her, "Oh, so that means you have precognition and know what will happen in Nanshan City."

No one can predict the future; even if they could, it would be Wang Chen who has it, while he's the only one who's half-baked.

Leng Huan was speechless, unsure how to refute, her beautiful eyes blinking innocently, trying to deceive him with her naive gaze.

"Leng Huan, I'll ask you a question, and you answer it."

"First, you and Wang Chen have a secret about the Demon Clan, right?"

Leng Huan hesitated.

"Answer yes or no."

"…Yes."

"Secondly, the Divine Dynasty will inevitably run into trouble sooner or later, won't it?"

Leng Huan hesitated: "...Yes."

"Third, the demons will make a comeback, right or wrong?"

"Yes." There was no need to hesitate anymore; he was so smart that he had already noticed a lot.

"Fourth, I... am destined to possess a divine artifact, aren't I?"

"Correct."

"The last one, Leng Huan, I have karma attached to me, don't I?"

Fu Xun pinched her chin and lifted her face, not letting her avoid his gaze, and asked the question word by word.

Leng Huan's eyes widened slightly, surprised. He had actually guessed all of this, and his choice of words was extremely accurate.

Her expression already spoke volumes. Fu Xun leaned closer to her, his eyes somewhat dark, and spoke in a low, slow voice: "Leng Huan, you once wanted to escape from me because I was burdened with karma, wasn't that right?"

Leng Huan found this question difficult to answer.

After thinking for a long time, he could only nod helplessly: "There is one thing."

"Which point?" Fu Xun was still very close to her, the two of them within arm's reach.

Leng Huan curled her lips, looking at her own reflection in his eyes: "You're the kind of arrogant genius who, once you've achieved success in cultivation, will slap people in the face and seek revenge. I was once very afraid that because of the annulment of the engagement, you would hold a grudge and... destroy me."

Fu Xun recalled her subtle question from a long time ago, asking him if he would kill his ex-fiancée, and now he finally understood.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, saying, "Okay, you pass."

Then they took her back to Mingxiu Peak.

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