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

Chapter 237 Puppet Teacher

Fu Yuqing smiled and said, "I feel that I have lived up to A-Xun's expectations. I have finally successfully reached the Nascent Soul stage, and I broke through it during my training."

Leng Huan could see that she was really working hard. Her talent was not as good as Wei Liao's, and it was not easy for her to reach the Nascent Soul stage: "The most important thing on the path to immortality is perseverance, and my cousin is just that kind of person. I believe you can definitely reach another level."

After discussing cultivation, Leng Huan naturally asked, "So, are you and Wei Liao sure about it?"

Although Wei Liao had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, his aura was calm and steady, giving off a sense of profound wisdom, and he seemed to have very good luck.

He was among the first to benefit from Fu Xun's proposed change in training methods; the timing was perfect. How could this not be considered a stroke of luck, a meteoric rise to prominence?

Fu Yuqing covered her face. "He insists on becoming my Daoist partner."

"I see," Leng Huan realized. Judging from the way the two had held hands earlier, they must have been about to form a bond.

Leng Huan didn't delve any further. She should keep her own feelings about dating to herself. As for Wei Liao, he wasn't particularly outstanding in appearance, but he was pleasing to the eye, and his cultivation and aptitude were also acceptable.

For ordinary cultivators, love is fine as long as they support each other and walk together. It doesn't need to be earth-shattering; a peaceful, smooth, and worry-free life is the best.

"Sect Master's wife, this disciple takes his leave." Fu Yuqing stood up jokingly and gave Leng Huan a slight bow.

Upon exiting the main hall, Fu Yuqing saw Wei Liao waiting at the crossroads ahead. Seeing that she was alone, he seemed relieved.

"You didn't leave?" She paused for a moment, then slowly walked forward. Wei Liao nodded without speaking, and the two strolled away.

When they reached the inner courtyard of the side peak, Fu Yuqing stopped and quietly looked at the lush ancient pines in the courtyard.

"Senior Sister Fu, did Elder Leng say anything?"

"Yes, what do you think she'll say, junior brother?"

Wei Liao looked at her for a while, and finally asked, feeling that she hadn't changed at all over the years.

For more than 20 years, he had been striving towards a faint hope, step by step transforming from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, and becoming an elite disciple after the Grand Competition. At this point, he finally touched upon something.

He didn't care what others said; he just wanted to pursue his simple goal. His world wasn't wide at all; she stood right in the center.

After a long silence, he asked, "No matter what the elder says, Wei Liao only recognizes and remembers the word 'good' you said before."

Although he was nervous in front of Elder Leng, he suddenly grabbed Fu Yuqing's hand and said firmly, "Senior Sister, let's go and discuss with the elders about holding the wedding ceremony as soon as possible."

Fu Yuqing didn't move. The two were of similar cultivation levels. Although Wei Liao had higher aptitude and broke through later than her, and his cultivation was more stable, it was impossible for him to drag her away without her consent.

"Stop! Listen to me first." She looked up and stared into his eyes, then suddenly smiled: "You forgot, the sect leader hasn't come out of seclusion yet."

Wei Liao pursed his lips: "Then you deliberately scared me just now."

Fu Yuqing slowly backed away: "No..." She then ran off, and Wei Liao, stunned for a moment, quickly chased after her...

Jufang Hall.

Leng Huan arranged for Qiu Yue and Dong Xue to prepare several rooms, and Yun Du and the others each chose one.

"With several countries at war, what are your thoughts on this experience?"

The family sat together, and Leng Huan looked them over one by one. Although the two younger ones' cultivation levels hadn't changed much, their realms were solid and stable.

Yun Du's aura fluctuated, his spiritual power surged, and he was about to break through. Leng Huan gently patted his shoulder, "Are you about to break through?"

“Yes, I plan to go into seclusion.” Yun Du nodded, then recounted some of the people and events he had encountered, “Mother, this time we met many ordinary people, living their lives in the mundane world, like resilient grass in the wind…”

Yun Yi also sighed, "In the midst of chaos, with their homes in turmoil, they have blossomed amidst the ruins."

"Mother, so this is what you meant by worldly trials." Yun Feiqing stroked her precious fan, somewhat enlightened. "We rarely encounter these things, but this time it has left a deep impression on us."

The second-generation immortals, who had lived far from the mortal world, were impacted. Leng Huan expressed his understanding, as he witnessed the myriad aspects of life amidst the chaos of war, which helped him to refine his worldview.

Fu Xun achieved his goal of sending them to Dongming. These young people, who had never experienced the trials of the world, were like tender young cabbages, but this trip turned them into... old cabbages, oops, fine trees.

Leng Huan heard that Yun Yi had infiltrated the military camp and rescued many captured female slaves, Yun Du had taught a lesson to the local thugs who took advantage of the chaos to bully women, and Yun Fei had infiltrated a bandit's den and wiped out the mountain bandits...

He has acted rashly, implicating mortals, and he has also fought alongside others to resist the demonic forces…

While cultivating in the mountains, Leng Huan seemed to see several young people stumbling and trudging through a magnificent journey in the martial world, full of vigor yet walking on thin ice.

She nodded to the children one last time: "Cultivators cultivate their bodies, minds, strength, and souls, and should stand tall and upright. We have power, but we cannot abuse it. There is one kind of power in the world that is the most powerful, and that is the power born to protect. As for what to protect, that depends on your own thoughts."

"Having come to know the vastness of the universe, one still cherishes the green of grass and trees, just like your father and me, who must protect their sect and their home. When a cultivator has both strength and gentleness, and can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist, he may discover the vastness and vitality of the world through a single resilient grass or ordinary flower by the roadside, and he may achieve the Great Dao."

The group fell into deep thought, feeling that their mother's words were both profound and indescribable.

After a moment of silence, a surge of spiritual energy suddenly spread out and filled the entire room. The three of them turned to look at Yun Du, who was about to undergo tribulation because he could no longer suppress his cultivation level.

Yun Du opened his eyes. "Mother's words are like heavenly music." After saying that, he disappeared, leaving only the echo of his voice in the air: "I'm going to undergo my tribulation."

Leng Huan chuckled. In truth, she just wanted them not to act like most cultivators, who would easily incur divine retribution.

She asked the remaining two, "And you?"

Yun Fei stood up, tucked her fan into her waistband, and gave a casual bow. "Mother, I suddenly have a clue. I'm going into seclusion too."

After Leng Huan nodded, he walked away with a flourish (showing off).

Leng Huan's lips twitched inwardly. This kid probably resembled someone else, but he definitely couldn't be like her.

"Mother, is Aunt Yuqing really with Uncle Wei?" Yun Yi, who was alone with everyone else, finally changed her aloof expression and approached her with a gossipy look on her face.

"..." Leng Huan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. This child has changed so much in just a few years? What happened to the aloof female sword cultivator she was supposed to be?

"Children shouldn't pry into adult matters." Seeing her lewd and sly look, Leng Huan couldn't resist poking her forehead with his finger. Feeling that the action was a bit... well, Leng Huan quickly stopped.

Yunyi immediately tilted her head to avoid her mother's round, pinkish-white fingernails. Okay, these hands are pretty, but they really hurt when they poke someone.

She gave a motherly smile and said, "Hehe, Mother, I heard from Aunt that your wedding with Father was truly unique and left a deep impression on everyone. I heard that after that, many cultivator weddings had colorful clouds, which made cultivators who specialized in studying auspicious cloud talismans very rich."

…Leng Huan really didn't know this. She looked at Yun Yi's bright face and suddenly thought of a question: "Yun Yi, do you have someone you like? And, do your brothers have someone they like?"

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