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

In the past few days, people have been resigning from Leng Huan's job every day.

She looked at Wang Chen and Shen Hanyan, then raised her hand to tease Wang Zhenzhen, "Little ones, are you leaving too?"

The little girl nodded, and Wang Chen nodded: "Yes, I've been here for a few years and want to go back to Dongming to visit, and accompany Hanyan back to Xinyi Valley to visit her."

Shen Hanyan smiled gently at Leng Huan: "I didn't expect you to be the Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan. You truly live up to your reputation. You are welcome to visit Xinyi Valley sometime. I wish your Western Frontier Holy Land will prosper soon."

"..." Leng Huan smiled helplessly, "We'll meet again someday. In that case, I wish you a safe journey."

After seeing them off on their flying boat, Leng Huan felt a pang of melancholy. Time in the cultivation world was both too long and too fast; who knew how many years would pass before they met again?

She stood atop the city wall, gazing into the distance, three thousand miles away.

Cities of special design stand on the western plains, fourteen cities separated by more than five thousand miles. On the star map, they are arranged to guard the central Snow City. That place is in a special location, with a high snow mountain. Leng Huan built the Snow Clan's holy city there.

Each of the holy cities, adapted to local conditions, has its own unique characteristics, and they were all located in the best possible positions, as calculated by Gu Yubing.

Three years later, the war between the demons came to a complete end.

Five years later, the sacred site in western Xinjiang was fully completed.

The Leng family of Beijun eventually moved here in their entirety. Leng Huan happily handed over the position of city lord to Leng Feng and ran off with Fu Xun.

She became the first Holy Lord of the Western Frontier Holy Land, elected by all the Holy Clans. It was stipulated that only those with great achievements could become Holy Lords, so much so that no Holy Lord was born for a long time after Leng Huan.

Xiqi City is a special city, under the jurisdiction of Lintian Dange.

With the situation in western Xinjiang stable, there's nothing more for her to do.

Dongming, Linjiazhuang.

Leng Huan lay on a bamboo chair basking in the sun. A transparent crystal cup contained spirit fruit tea, with a layer of water droplets on the cup. A long, thin straw held a piece of sour fruit, and a sip of the tea was refreshingly cool.

Under the blazing sun, amidst bamboo groves and verdant mountains.

This is Lin Family Village, yet it is not Lin Family Village. The Lin Family Village of yesteryear is now a thing of the past, ravaged by the invasion of the demon race, a world transformed.

Only the verdant mountains and rivers remain as beautiful as ever.

The old residence and courtyard remained intact under Fu Xun's prohibition, but the villagers either perished or were forced to leave their homes.

Linjiazhuang was transformed into Taoxian Village.

It's all because of the decades-old peach tree behind the cottage; whenever it blooms, it's always covered in a profusion of blossoms, like clouds and rosy dawn.

Despite the ravages of war, the peach tree still stands behind the small house, growing ever more lush and abundant. People believe this tree brings good fortune and often worship it, praying for marriage and peace.

Legend has it that there are immortals here.

Over time, people started saying that there was a fairy named Peach Blossom here.

Leng Huan thought that it was impossible for Peach Blossom Immortal to be here. The restriction that Fu Xun placed back then protected an area of ​​several hundred meters, and only this place remained unchanged.

The peach tree was indeed gnarled and flourishing. When Leng Huan saw the red paper on the tree again, he realized that it was still intact, as it was made of specially made material.

Three months ago, she and Fu came here and went to see Grandma Zhou's grave as soon as possible, only to find that it was intact.

After all, the demons aren't interested in mortal graves.

Leng Huan was currently in a small courtyard surrounding the peach tree cottage. The peach tree was directly above her, and she was standing under it.

From now on, villagers can no longer pray for marriage and safety, since this thing doesn't work anyway.

Sensing a familiar presence beside him, Leng Huan, still lying there, asked with his eyes closed, "Are you done?"

Fu Xun looked down at her, who was lying leisurely on the stone table with fruit tea. He paused for a moment and then replied, "Hmm, it's been a month. Are you bored?"

Leng Huan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then turned his back to him and said, "This is called lying flat, you don't understand."

She resumed her former attire as a female knight-errant, with a white hairpin and red silk in her hair, and a red and black dress.

Fu Xun sat down at the stone table, earnestly learning: "What does 'lying flat' mean?"

"You'll understand when I say 'let's just give up'."

“……你累了？”

"After decades of busy work, how could I not be tired?"

Fu Xun was speechless.

The first time I met a monk, he said he was tired after working for decades.

Leng Huan was genuinely feeling exhausted. All he did was cultivate and study, traveling between several continents, constantly fighting with cultivators or demons.

I feel like I don't have a moment to spare.

These past few months have been the most carefree days she's had since coming to this world. She doesn't have to worry about earning money, cultivating, the demon race, or her child.

Great.

It's a story about the exhilarating life of a high-level cultivator.

Leng Huan suddenly felt that everything was within his grasp, yet his heart was empty.

Suddenly, the fan covering his face was removed. Leng Huan blinked and looked at Fu Xun, who was squatting in front of him. Fu Xun was facing Leng Huan, and the two were close to each other.

"Leng Huan, how about we go for a stroll in the city?"

In the city? Leng Huan shrugged, pulled his head back, and slid off the recliner like a cat, squatting on the ground like Fu Xun.

She leaned on the bamboo chair, looking at the people opposite her. "What's fun to do in the city?"

Fu Xun also lay down like her, his eyes fixed on her features: "There's a lantern festival."

Lantern Festival... Leng Huan suddenly realized that she had never really explored Zhongnan Prefecture properly, as she was either working or on the run back then.

This area is now under the jurisdiction of the Northern Xia Kingdom.

After the battle, the city recovered and life returned to normal, with people bustling about and living a lively life.

Leng Huan and Fu Xun followed the crowd, looking at the colorful silk lanterns hanging in every household under the bright blue sky, a sight that evoked joy and good fortune.

The restaurant from back then has changed hands, and the Qin mansion is now in ruins. Leng Huan suddenly looked at Fu Xun and asked, "Did you set the fire at the Liu mansion back then? I heard that family has a Golden Core cultivator protecting them. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"Don't worry, I've already investigated. That Golden Core cultivator has already perished outside; the Liu family just doesn't know it."

So that's how it is...

"Hahaha, come and catch me!"

"Don't run away, behold my Mantis General!"

The sound of children playing drifted to my ears. In front of a house not far away, a few children were playing and teasing bamboo insect toys.

With a creak, the slightly ajar vermilion gate of the courtyard opened, and a middle-aged couple came out, as if they were looking for something. The lady had a gentle face and asked a few children in a low voice. After the children shook their heads, the lady's expression changed slightly.

She strode across the threshold, down the steps, and cupped her hands around her mouth as she began to call out.

"Ling'er! Ling'er..."

The master, looking anxious, began calling for help and ordered his servants and guards to go out and search for people.

It turned out the child was lost.

Leng Huan used his divine sense to scan the entire city and found nothing unusual. Just as he turned around, he was bumped into by a child.

"Oh my!" The four- or five-year-old girl rubbed her forehead, looked up at Leng Huan with curiosity, and exclaimed in her childish voice, "A fairy!"

But Leng Huan was already stunned.

The little girl's mole on the bridge of her nose, her eyebrows and eyes, all seemed very familiar.

She looks just like Granny Zhou.

It seems like an old friend is coming.

"Hello, I am a deity."

"Do you want to become an immortal? How about becoming my disciple?"

"Okay!"

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