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

"The Demon Realm? There's no spiritual energy in that place. Is the Changming Sect Master really there? Is he still alive?" Leng Huan hissed.

"He won't die so easily. The Changming Sect Master is already a Nascent Soul cultivator; he can sustain himself for several decades without any problem."

"So you're going to save him?"

Fu Xun raised an eyebrow: "Why save them?"

Leng Huan: "...Then why did you look for him?"

"I just wanted to see what kind of person lost the divine seal."

"You're stealing bamboo shoots..." Leng Huan blinked, "Are you really not going to save them?"

Fu Xun and she stared at each other for a long time. "We can save her. Let her send people to build a city for you."

Leng Huan immediately slapped his thigh: "Let's go!"

The two eventually arrived at an island in the sea. The island was desolate and dark, with sharp, jagged rocks everywhere.

This is not the Demon Realm, but a connecting "bridge" to the Demon Realm. The two stepped into the mysterious barrier at the center of the island.

Suddenly, darkness opened up before them. The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, with faint flashes of lightning, yet it was a deep blue color. The ground was barren.

Leng Huan sensed a chilling aura, unlike the scorching lightning outside.

“This is the very edge of the Demon Realm.” Fu Xun pulled her to a stop. In the distance, the outline of a mountain could be vaguely seen, creating a very heavy feeling.

"The atmosphere here is awful. If you stay here for too long, cultivators will feel suffocated because there's no spiritual energy."

"Yes, now that the demons have invaded the continent, this place is deserted. Let's go straight to the center."

The two moved swiftly, covering thousands of miles in an instant. After a stick of incense had burned, they stopped in front of a cage-like mountain. If no one stepped inside, one could see several dark stone pillars arranged in a formation in the middle, and a trapped figure lying on the ground.

The man was dressed in a disheveled state, but it was still possible to tell that he was the sect leader of the Changming Immortal Sect. The woman lying on the ground covered in blood was the sect leader of Changming, Feng Mingfei.

Leng Huan probed the attack formation, and the magic array flashed, shimmering with eerie light, before a sudden storm of attacks swept towards them.

Leng Huan waved his sleeves to disperse the storm; no wonder, those on the outside couldn't get close, and those inside couldn't escape on their own.

Startled awake by the buzzing sound, the unconscious Changming Sect Master slowly sat up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you people?"

"We are from the Eastern Sea Misty Immortal Sect. What is Sect Master Feng doing here?"

Feng Mingfei immediately recognized them: "Piaomiao Immortal Sect, you are Sect Master Fu and his wife, cough..."

Leng Huan: "We'll get you out first."

"Cough, I am seriously injured. This formation is very powerful. I am constantly attacked by the gale, and my cultivation level has dropped. I am afraid I am going to die. Seniors, there is no need for you to exert yourselves."

Fu Xun coldly said, "Sect Leader Feng, don't you care about the foundation of your Changming Immortal Sect? I heard that your chief disciple became the acting sect leader, and the sect is in chaos. Are you going to give up on it?"

These words seemed to provoke Feng Mingfei, who became agitated: "What?! That heartless bastard actually became the sect leader! He's not dead! And he even dares to return to the sect... cough..."

It turned out that Feng Mingfei had been betrayed by her own disciple, which led to her current predicament. She was so angry that she spat out blood, her body went limp, and she gripped the ground so tightly that she dug her finger marks into the rock.

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Please help me, senior. I will be at your service in the future. I need to go out and clean up the sect, restoring peace to the clan."

Leng Huan's mind was racing with a melodramatic scenario, and he exchanged a glance with Fu Xun. The two of them then raised their hands in unison…

One person breaks the formation, and another protects the Dharma. If a Nascent Soul cultivator comes, it will take a lot of effort, and one careless move could put oneself in danger.

However, Leng Huan and his companion used brute force to break through the formation, and the formation collapsed half an hour later.

The gale within the great formation suddenly dispersed, sweeping past Leng Huan's clothes without leaving a trace. However, Feng Mingfei's protective spiritual power vanished, and her entire body was covered in wounds. Only then did Leng Huan notice that her dark yellow robe had turned a dark blood color.

Fu Xun was wrong. Even if Feng Mingfei had a Nascent Soul body, she wouldn't survive more than three years in this place under such circumstances.

"Thank you both, seniors. Cough, I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me. I trusted a villain so easily that I almost lost my life, and even implicated my sect, losing my divine seal... cough!"

Every word was dripping with blood. Feng Mingfei was so angry that she was overcome with grief and, at her last gasp, Xuan gave up and fainted.

Leng Huan had no choice but to carry her on his back, while Fu Xun shrugged and stood by with his hands in his sleeves.

Alright, Leng Huan glanced at Feng Mingfei's pale and disheveled face, still finding her incredibly beautiful, possessing a kind of broken beauty. A beauty indeed, this great one will reluctantly...

Knowing her character, Fu Xun squeezed Leng Huan's shoulder hard and said coolly, "This is not a place to stay. If you keep looking at her, she will die."

Leng Huan's shoulders tensed. She met his eyes and blinked innocently, "I was just looking at what she looks like. I won't mistake her next time."

Fu Xun lowered his dark eyes, his face expressionless: "You'd better be."

"..." Leng Huan quickly picked up Feng Mingfei and used his inner energy to rush towards the boundary exit, leaving Fu Xun behind.

I thought to myself, Fu Xun is getting harder and harder to fool. He's such a cunning old fox!

They quickly left the Demon Realm, departed the island, activated their defensive magic treasures, tore through the sea winds, and returned to the shore, all the way to Xiqi City.

Three days had passed since they set off.

Feng Mingfei was seriously injured. Fortunately, Shen Hanyan was there and took over the patient. She treated her for a whole day and night. Before Shen Hanyan could open the door, Leng Huan had already asked her, "How are you? Why did it take so long? My wife must be exhausted."

Leng Huan rolled his eyes and asked Zhenzhen, "So this is what your father and mother were like?"

Zhenzhen grinned, revealing a set of neat, white teeth: "Yes."

Fu Xun quietly pinched the back of Leng Huan's neck. His body temperature was high, and Leng Huan felt his skin burning, so he immediately became obedient.

After performing a hand seal to cleanse the dust, Shen Hanyan looked at Leng Huan and said, "Sect Leader Feng is alright. She just needs to recuperate properly. Her severed meridians need to be repaired, and she cannot use her spiritual power for three months."

Leng Huan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Han Yan. You are indeed a miraculous doctor!"

...

After receiving good medicine to treat Feng Mingfei, she woke up after being in a coma for two days. The first thing she did was to ask to see Leng Huan.

"Sect Leader Feng, how are you feeling?" Leng Huan walked to the bedside, grabbed her wrist to check, and found that the Thousand Spirit Pill made from the Thousand Thread Snow Lotus was very effective, and her injuries had already healed by half.

"Mingfei thanks Senior Leng and Fellow Daoist Shen." Feng Mingfei leaned against the headboard, slightly excited, her gratitude beyond words.

If it weren't for Leng Huan and the other person, she would never have seen the light of day again and would have perished in the Demon Realm.

What a cruel and heartless disciple! So ruthless and heartless! Thinking of how she had treated her disciple with all her heart, only to be met with such an end, Feng Mingfei just wanted to rush to the dog and give him forty-nine lashes with the discipline whip, then strip him of all his cultivation, expel him from the sect, and grind his bones to dust!

Seeing her expression, which seemed to be a mixture of pain and hatred, regret and malice, Leng Huan knew that she harbored deep resentment. He gently patted her shoulder and said, "Sect Leader Feng, why don't you take good care of your injuries first?"

"I understand." Feng Mingfei came back to her senses, her face pale as she gave Leng Huan a smile, like a pear blossom falling in the wind.

Leng Huan was a little curious. How could someone be willing to hurt such a beautiful woman of high status and power? This kind of scoundrel of a disciple should be expelled from the sect.

To be honest, she's always been busy and hasn't had the time or inclination to take on apprentices. Fu Xun only took on Gu Changlan by chance. Sigh, they probably don't have the luck to find an apprentice.

They didn't spend much time at the Immortal Sect, and they weren't there when it came time to recruit disciples.

She secretly thought that when she had more free time in the future, she could take on an apprentice for fun.

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