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

I always felt that they were still innocent little kids. The world is a dangerous place, what if they get scammed?

Early romance... Leng Huan thought with a double standard, compared to the seasoned veterans, weren't they definitely having an early romance?

She inwardly hissed, feeling that she should have Fu find them and talk to them about this.

But then Yunyi slammed his sword on the table and said very seriously, "Mother, my swordsmanship is not yet perfected, how can I let others delay my cultivation?"

"..."

"Also, I don't know about my brothers, but I definitely won't like anyone else. There isn't a single male cultivator in the whole world who can compare to Father and my brothers. I'm not blind... Mother, why do you have that expression?"

"..."

"Oh dear, I think Yun Fei is more likely to become a scumbag. Many girls like him, and so does my older brother. Why don't you ask them more? I'm going into seclusion now, and I'll come out after Father finishes his seclusion."

After saying that, she bowed and disappeared. Leng Huanmu stared blankly into the air, listening to her lingering words, "I love you, Mother." The playful tone gradually faded away.

Leng Huan looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

Is this habit of disappearing after speaking a tradition passed down through their lineage?

It seemed there was nothing to worry about. After thinking for a while, Leng Huan happily decided to leave it to Fu Xun to handle.

On the second day, in the tribulation-crossing formation, Yun Du began to draw upon the energy of heaven and earth, while Leng Huan concealed his aura and meditated on the adjacent peak.

After Yun Du successfully reached the Nascent Soul stage, Leng Huan devoted himself to the creation of the Q&A Puppet Teacher.

A year later, at the preaching hall and preaching pavilion, at fixed times and locations, from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., there was an additional preaching puppet teacher.

Leng Huan transferred a wisp of his divine consciousness to the puppet teacher, lecturing while cultivating his own body, studying restrictions and runes.

As for the reaction... I won't go into the details of how the disciples went from skepticism to genuine appreciation. They simply admired Elder Leng, who was spreading the teachings, even more. The disciples were now incredibly enthusiastic, getting up early every day for class without fail.

Then Leng Huan simply handed over the puppet-making technology to Jiang Ruoyu, and asked the elders to work together to make a few more puppet teachers, incorporating their own divine senses, each corresponding to the Taoist teachings of their respective peaks.

From then on, the Misty Immortal Sect established a separate Puppet Technique Peak, which combined the best techniques from all the other peaks.

Time flies like an arrow, and Leng Huan finally witnessed Fu Xun's Mahayana tribulation half a year after the puppet lectured.

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Lei Wei felt as if he were being overwhelmed. Fu Xun was in the midst of the thunder when suddenly everything went quiet, and his consciousness was pulled into an unpredictable, dark space.

He saw the inner demon again, dressed in dark red robes and exuding a fierce aura. But strangely, the burning black mist that the inner demon had many years ago was gone, revealing a face that was exactly the same as his own.

"Why are you still here?" he asked calmly.

The inner demon's expression was complicated: "Because you are here, I am naturally here. You have really changed. You have once again undergone the Mahayana Tribulation, but this time your sea of ​​consciousness is calm and undisturbed, without any resentment of collapse and reconstruction."

Fu Xun's hair was disheveled, and the white strands at his temples were no longer visible. He tilted his head with a curious expression and asked, "What is 'again'? What is 'collapse'?"

The inner demon, lost in thought, suddenly sighed, "So that's how it is. You don't remember. Is it because of your Daoist partner? I can sense that your heart loves her very much."

Fu Xun gave a strange twitch at the corner of his mouth and asked in return, "You don't belong to this world. You are another version of me. So, where did you come from?"

The inner demon paused for a moment: "Since you already know, why ask again?"

Fu Xun's gaze was both a guess and a certainty, his eyes as dark as ink. "You or I, the cycle of reincarnation went wrong. And she was an accident; your world doesn't have her."

He said this with a hint of smugness, "Did you walk alone your whole life, without friends or family, turn into a madman, and end up pathetically destroyed?"

The inner demon frowned fiercely: "You were just lucky!"

Fu Xun strolled around casually: "So, what do you want? Do you want to be wiped out by me? I remember you said a long time ago that we could stand at the top of the world together. So, what do you say now?"

A look of surprise flashed across the inner demon's face: "You're willing to believe me?"

Fu Xun, with a calm expression, stated his purpose: "Well, it seems that at this point, I feel the cause and effect in the dark. I am you, and you are me. We should not be enemies."

The demon's viciousness vanished, replaced by a loud laugh: "No one in this world can be trusted, except you. I trust myself. Are you ready to bear the consequences of my actions?"

Fu Xun clenched his fist secretly, "If you don't harm me, I won't harm you. Come on, the cause and effect should have been settled long ago."

"Alright!" The inner demon's expression turned solemn, and it transformed into a shadow, rushing towards the main body. Fu Xun was instantly enveloped in black mist.

A moment later, a panicked voice came from within his consciousness: "What are you going to do!"

The black mist around Fu Xun gradually dissipated, revealing a purple restricted cage in his sea of ​​consciousness—the very same divine sense restriction technique he had researched.

Looking down at the inner demon attacking everywhere like a trapped beast, he finally revealed a chilling smile: "You want to take over my body, but unfortunately I also want to devour you. We're evenly matched."

The inner demon still wanted to struggle, glaring angrily at its original form in resentment. Fu Xun said something that broke its defenses: "Since your original form has chosen to destroy the cycle of reincarnation, you should stop being obsessed."

The inner demon immediately lost its will to struggle. Fu Xun calmly pressed on: "I don't know if I am him or not, that's not important, but I want your memories to make some plans."

The inner demon paused for a moment, then laughed: "Hahaha, I'm certain that you are him, you are ourselves, decisive and ruthless enough."

He warned with ill intent, "Since that's the case, why not grant your wish? Just hope you won't regret having my memories..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the inner demon turned into a dark red bead and floated in mid-air. Fu Xun waved his hand to release the restriction, and as soon as he touched the bead, it suddenly turned into a beam of light and rushed into his forehead.

...

A memory appeared in his soul: a person who had broken through to the Mahayana stage and undergone the Heavenly Tribulation, triggering the laws of heaven and earth, discovered that this world was a fabrication by people from other realms.

His life, filled with hardships, was casually painted by an outsider. The key point is that his fate was already sealed. Even if he shattered the void, he could not catch that outsider and reduce him to ashes.

...

It took Fu Xun an unknown amount of time to understand these memories. He had long since placed himself in an observer's position to avoid being influenced by the memories, but he still couldn't help but feel some things were out of control.

He was just a character in a story, subject to the whims of others. As his consciousness sank into darkness, Fu Xun suddenly remembered that this was the Great Ascension Tribulation, and there was someone waiting for him.

Thinking of this, a bright light suddenly appeared in the darkness—Fu Xun opened his eyes to welcome the golden light of the Heavenly Dao that belonged to him.

I survived the tribulation, and was almost affected by the memories of my inner demons.

There was no time to think further. He absorbed the spiritual energy to nourish his body and looked up at the golden sky. The heavenly laws of this world were clearly complete.

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It's still at Moya.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Huan froze for a moment when he was suddenly hugged.

"Don't move, let me hug you."

Fu Xun couldn't distinguish the reality of this world for a moment, but the warmth in his arms was real, the fragrance of her breath was real, and the person was real.

"Leng Huan, have you ever read storybooks?"

"Storybooks? Of course I've read them. Why are you asking?"

The two leaned against the corridor chairs in the pavilion, and Fu Xun couldn't help but hug her tightly, filling the empty world with her presence.

Leng Huan felt that this was an unusually forceful embrace, and a question mark appeared above her head.

He said wistfully, "Sometimes I feel like this world is like a storybook, and we are all just characters being written about..."

She was startled, looked up at his face, and had a strange feeling.

Did he discover something while undergoing this tribulation?

Leng Huan's reaction gave Fu Xun a strange intuition; she had always been odd about certain things.

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