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

Leng Huan wanted to split the gold and spirit stones equally with Fu Xun, but Fu Xun only took half of the spirit stones and gave all the gold to Leng Huan.

Since they would be traveling together in the future anyway, Leng Huan told Fu Xun to ask her for money whenever he needed it. She put away her storage bag and wasn't in a hurry to go to sleep. She felt very energetic as the spiritual power she had been released from its restraints made her feel very refreshed.

She was already very familiar with the things she had cultivated in the original owner's memories, and had sketched and described them in her mind countless times! Now she was finally able to put them into practice.

If there's one thing that interests Leng Huan during this time travel, it's cultivation. Her physical talent isn't bad; she could even be considered an ordinary genius. If she could establish her foundation at eighteen, she would be able to reach that threshold.

Fu Xun took Sang Biao to the next room so that it wouldn't disturb Leng Huan.

With his mind focused and clear, Leng Huan began to explore cultivation according to the methods in the original owner's memory. He absorbed spiritual power, refined true qi, and expanded his meridians. It felt like he had just closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sky was already bright!

"Brother Huan, you have excellent comprehension and talent. If you cultivate without distraction, you will soon be able to establish your foundation!"

When Fu Xun got up early to look for her, he found her still in meditation. He was slightly surprised. Her comprehension was really not bad. He had never heard of the eldest daughter of the Leng family being a genius of comprehension!

Upon hearing this, Leng Huan paused in her stretching. She lowered her eyes slightly, partly because the original owner of this body was too distracted and love-struck, and partly because Leng Huan had arrived, having more experience than the original owner.

She stretched her limbs, about to say something, when a melodious voice, like the soft ringing of silver bells, came from outside the door: "Brother Huan!"

Leng Huan and Fu Xun exchanged a glance. She opened the door and greeted them, "Yu Mian, what brings you here?"

Zhao Yumin ran over lively, with two maids hurrying after her. Her eyes lit up when she saw Leng Huan. After a night of cultivation, Leng Huan, dressed in a dark blue round-necked robe, seemed to have acquired a touch of ethereal beauty, making him even more eye-catching. She stared straight at Leng Huan: "Brother Huan, I've come to see you off!"

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At the entrance of the Zhao family mansion, several young people exchanged greetings and said goodbye. Zhao Yumin was very reluctant to part with them. Before Leng Huan turned around, she asked, "Brother Huan, where are you going? Will we ever see each other again?"

"It's alright to tell her," Leng Huan smiled, his stunningly handsome face as clear and gentle as spring water and pear blossoms. "Yu Mian, we are about to go to the Misty Immortal Sect to pay our respects. Until we meet again!"

Zhao Yumin smiled immediately: "Okay! Until we meet again, Brother Yin, Brother Huan, goodbye!" and waved.

Leng Huan waved his hand, then slung his bag over his shoulder and strode forward without looking back!

Cultivation! She's here.

Having experienced the wonders of cultivation, Leng Huan suddenly felt confident. If he really ascended and traveled through time and space, wouldn't he be able to go back?

You should have dreams; what if they come true?

She still has revenge to take and a home to return to. Keep going, Leng Huan!

The young man, full of ambition, disregarded all the thorns and brambles that lay ahead.

The distance from Nanjun to the Misty Immortal Sect is about 8,000 li, and the journey will inevitably pass through major cities such as Dongdu, Dongjun, and Dongling.

As the eastern capital of the Divine Dynasty, Dongdu is one of the five major capitals of the Divine Dynasty and is a very large immortal city.

The city is filled with countless immortal families and countless people. The magnificent palaces and bustling markets give it a mystical feel.

This was Leng Huan's most direct impression. In the distance, the City Lord's Mansion and the Thousand Machine Pavilion were the legendary "perilous tower a hundred feet high," commonly known as the Hundred-Foot Tower. In reality, it was about thirty feet high.

There are many cultivators here, but there are also ordinary people. Apart from the indigenous families, there are separate markets for mortals and markets for immortals, with the two clearly distinct.

"I actually feel like an ant!" Leng Huan hugged Sang Biao, both laughing and crying.

Fu Xun raised an eyebrow: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. Under the way of heaven, all living beings are ants."

That's true, but since we've gone against the heavens to cultivate, of course my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens'!

Hey, thinking about how he was tricked by God, Leng Huan was still indignant. He pointed to the sky and said, "If you're so capable, then put me back! Bah!"

Leng Huan grumbled and walked forward under Fu Xun's bewildered gaze. They needed to rest for the night, prepare some supplies, and set off tomorrow.

No one saw the lightning that flickered faintly in the bright blue sky when Leng Huan was cursing the heavens. It seemed to hold back, ultimately not striking her head, only producing a few muffled claps of thunder. A cultivator looked up in bewilderment: "Strange, why is it thundering? Is it going to rain?"

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The spirit horn carriage can travel hundreds of miles a day. Because of the magic array and restrictions, the cost is also considerable. Leng Huan was heartbroken about the spirit stones, but he enjoyed the smooth and flat travel experience, which already felt like driving a car.

One has to admire how incredibly expensive those formations and restrictions are; they're truly fantastical!

The journey of over two thousand li took only three days to reach Dongdu. After settling in, as Leng Huan lay on the bed in the inn, he was still marveling at how useful spirit stones were; they could be used not only as currency but also for cultivation.

"Brother Huan, it's a bit pricey, but this room comes with a spirit-gathering array, so you can cultivate there."

Each person only has 10,000 spirit stones. Hiring a spirit horn carriage cost 300 taels. Activating the formations requires paying 3 spirit stones a day, totaling 9 spirit stones. Every spirit stone used is one less available.

Hearing Fu Xun say that, Leng Huan stopped worrying about the fact that it cost thirty spirit stones to stay in the room for one night. She nodded, sat cross-legged, and entered a meditative state to cultivate.

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The Great Immortal City has teleportation arrays, usually located in the four corners of the city. These arrays are managed by stewards from the City Lord's Mansion and guarded by designated personnel. Ordinary people are not even allowed to approach them.

Upon inquiring, I discovered that a single teleportation costs at least a thousand spirit stones!

"Hiss, so expensive!" Leng Huan looked at the spacious teleportation plaza in the distance. He saw people going in from time to time, putting the corresponding number of spirit stones into the mouth of the Taotie bronze statue next to the teleportation array. After the magic weapon Taotie swallowed the spirit stones, the array glowed, and the person stepped in and immediately disappeared.

"Yes, it takes about two thousand spirit stones to get from here to Dongjun."

"Forget it, it's more cost-effective to hire a spirit horn carriage." Leng Huan was reluctant to spend spirit stones.

Actually, if they had all reached the Foundation Establishment stage, they could have bought teleportation talismans, which would have been more cost-effective. However, they couldn't withstand the gale-force winds that tore through space caused by the teleportation talismans.

"Brother Huan, let's go to Xianfang and buy some things."

Leng Huan nodded, and the two turned towards the market.

Entering the market, it looked no different from any other ordinary market, except that the shops on both sides of the street sold magical artifacts, talismans, spiritual herbs and materials, and cultivators also set up their own stalls to sell the things they had gained from their training in exchange for spirit stones.

Leng Huan looked away from the sign next to him that clearly stated the items to be exchanged, and followed Fu Xun into the talisman shop.

"Fellow Daoist, what kind of talisman do you need?" The shop assistant was actually at the Qi Refining stage. Seeing Fu Xun step forward to talk to her, Leng Huan suddenly chuckled. Perhaps if she had no other choice, she could become a shop assistant.

"Two teleportation talismans, and do you have any other self-defense items?" Fu Xun cupped his hands in greeting. The shopkeeper, seeing that they were two young boys, knew what they needed and skillfully recommended many talismans suitable for them.

"Take a look at the Explosion Talisman, the Blazing Sun Talisman, the Defense Talisman, the Wind Control Talisman, and the Concealment Talisman. These are all very useful."

After listening to the waiter's long explanation, Leng Huan was worried that they wouldn't have enough spirit stones, so he quietly tugged at Fu Xun's sleeve.

Fu Xun simply gave her an affirmative look and nodded to the shopkeeper: "We only have two thousand spirit stones. We want all these talismans. How many can we buy?"

Leng Huanxin twitched.

The shopkeeper understood and his eyes lit up. "These talismans are all mid-grade, common talisman paper, twenty spirit stones each. The defensive talismans are more expensive, thirty spirit stones each. Two thousand spirit stones can buy quite a lot. Are you sure you want them all?"

"Ten defensive talismans are needed, the rest can be divided equally."

"Okay, wait a moment!"

A quarter of an hour later, the two handed over the talismans and left the shop. Leng Huan touched the storage bag in his arms and sighed inwardly at how expensive the talismans were; they were all consumables, disposable.

"Brother Huan, our cultivation level is currently insufficient, so we need to protect ourselves when we're out and about. It's better to be prepared with these things."

"I know, but I need to make money in the future."

What Fu Xun didn't say was that her talent and appearance made her an easy target for unwanted attention; the world isn't all sunshine and peace.

In particular, in places where cultivators gather, there are many people and conflicts arise. Where there are people, there is a martial arts world, and isn't the martial arts world all about fighting and killing each other?