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

“…” Standing at the gate of the Luo family, Fu Xun looked up and let out a breath. He couldn’t quite describe his feelings. Although he also found it annoying when the kids made a fuss, he felt like something was missing when he suddenly stopped taking care of them.

"Let's go. We've only met by chance, this is enough." Leng Huan twisted her stiff neck. Babies are indeed difficult to take care of. Although she complained, she still thought the baby was very cute.

...

"Huan-ge, are you reluctant to part with her?" Fu Xun raised an eyebrow as he saw her turning back to look at him every few steps.

She complains every day about how fussy the baby is, and usually just hands him around to hold. Now that she's finally free, she's feeling restless again.

Leng Huan shook his head: "No, it's just that I miss Sang Biao a little."

A dead duck has a tough mouth.

She may have a sharp tongue, but she's kind at heart. Every time she complains, she obediently washes the baby's bottom and changes diapers.

Fu Xun dragged her toward the inner imperial city on the other side; if they slowed down any further, it would get dark!

"Sigh," Leng Huan sighed and turned his head away.

So this is what they call champions of justice.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Lost in thought, Leng Huan forgot to shake off Fu Xun's hand, and the two of them dragged each other all the way to... the Inner Imperial City, the Lantai Prefecture, the place where the Divine Dynasty officially managed archives and documents.

Leng Huan waited on the street. Fu Xun went in, handed over the task, and came out to find her already squatting down counting ants.

After counting for a while, she took out some dried meat, crushed it, and fed it to the ants, watching them busily carry the food and run back to their burrow in an orderly fashion.

The bare branches of the willow tree beside him swayed in the wind. Leng Huan squatted down, one hand supporting his chin and the other pinching a willow branch and poking at the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Fu Xun's toes came into her view, but Leng Huan didn't even look up: "Draw circles."

"What??"

"Draw circles and curse those damn villains!"

"..."

The Gu family of Lingjian Manor is now reduced to a mere infant.

The people of the Demonic Sect are indeed so domineering, unscrupulous, and do whatever they want.

The scene of the beautiful Lingjian Manor turning into a sea of ​​fire was etched in Leng Huan's mind; it felt like such a pity.

After the Immortal Alliance Conference comes the Sword Appraisal Conference, which is held once every thirty years. It's such a grand event, and she had originally planned to go and see it if she had the chance. But she didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Fu Xun: "You really hate demonic cultivators?"

Leng Huan: "I hate people who are reckless and kill without restraint."

She didn't know if there were any people in this world who were forced to become demonic cultivators, so she didn't speak too definitively.

Fu Xun remained silent.

That's really annoying. In this cesspool of the Demonic Sect, how many people are truly clean?

After a while, Leng Huan sat up, clearing her dizzy head. She glanced at Fu Xun and asked, "Have you completed your mission?"

"Okay." Fu Xun nodded. "Let's go. We've wasted so many days. We should head to Huanyue Immortal Sect."

-

The carriage sped along, its wheels rolling.

"Qi Ruxing and the others must have arrived quite some time ago."

Leng Huan sat in meditation as steady as an old dog, and when he felt bored, he closed his eyes and chatted with Fu Xun.

"Yes, we've been delayed for almost half a month, while they've been here for a few days now."

While she had her eyes closed, Fu Xun's gaze lingered on her without restraint.

Leng Huan felt the gaze, which seemed almost tangible, and finally couldn't help but open his eyes. He glanced at Fu Xun, who was wiping his sword with his eyes lowered.

With a slight chuckle to himself, Leng Huan suddenly felt like teasing someone. He cleared his throat and spoke in a leisurely voice:

"Yin Xun".

"Well, when the time comes, I'll tell you a secret."

Fu Xun immediately looked up: "What secret?"

Leng Huan shook his slender index finger: "I already said it's time."

Fu Xun's gaze was intense: "When?"

when?

She didn't know. Anyway, she never thought she could keep it a secret forever. Her cultivation level would increase, and Fu Xun would only progress faster than her. Eventually, he would know everything.

Haha, don't scare your friends later.

Leng Huan smiled inscrutablely: "Anyway, not now."

Fu Xun mimicked her: "Oh."

Suddenly, Leng Huan realized that she was hiding something from him. She squinted at Fu Xun, wondering if this kid was also hiding something from her.

After all, they met by chance and knew nothing about each other's past, so whatever he said was true.

She asked, "Hey, you're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

Fu Xun paused almost imperceptibly, then continued arranging the gourd tassels, one by one. He looked into Leng Huan's eyes and shook his head: "There's nothing particularly to hide. However, when the time comes, I'll tell you a secret too, in exchange, how about it?"

"Alright, I'll believe you for now. Just don't be scared when the time comes."

"Okay, then don't be scared."

"Of course I won't!"

Leng Huan felt that nothing in her life could scare her except ghosts and being turned into a woman!

Today, Leng Huan is the Leng Huan who has killed fish!

She's no longer the helpless newbie who wanted to commit suicide.

"By the way, you can use this sword." Leng Huan took out the ring. "All is Gone" is more valuable to him, since she is not a sword cultivator.

Fu Xun shook his head: "Take this for self-defense."

"No, I'm not very good with a sword."

Leng Huan took out the Heavenly Grade Immortal Sword that had attracted the demonic cultivators' attention. A sword with a black and gold silk sheath appeared in her hand. Her hand suddenly felt heavy, and she quickly held it up with both hands.

"I didn't expect this sword to look so light, yet be so heavy. Here, take this. This sword isn't suitable for me; it's clearly more suitable for you."

Fu Xun, accustomed to swords, gently took the sword with one hand. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed not suitable for Leng Huan to use. As soon as he held the sword, he sensed that it already possessed consciousness. Although it had not yet become a weapon spirit, it was by no means an ordinary item.

When it reached Fu Xun's hands, the sword hummed slightly and rang out with a clear clang. The sword was neither gold nor jade, and its material was unknown. It automatically emanated a spiritual light.

He exclaimed, "What a fine sword! This sword grows stronger with each encounter, and the higher one's cultivation level, the greater its power. Its sword intent is so sharp that it can injure anyone who touches it."

"So powerful? I'm an amateur, I can't tell." Leng Huan felt that at first glance, the sword seemed to be without brilliance or luster, and the blade was also black, seemingly simple and dull, with only a cold glint at the tip.

The most ornate part of the sword is its black and gold hilt inlaid with gemstones, with a rhomboid, dark purple crystal at the front. Leng Huan joked, "I wonder what kind of gemstone this is. When you're down on your luck, you can pry it off and sell it for money."

Fu Xun sheathed his sword, chuckled, and hoped that day would never come.

The journey to Huanyue Immortal Sect will take you through Nandu, which is equivalent to crossing the entire Divine Dynasty from north to south.

Traveling 800 li a day would take ten days to half a month to reach the destination. Traveling 8,000 li through mountains and rivers, they could still briefly close their doors in seclusion.

.

Beijun.

The Leng family's magnificent and brightly lit hall.

“Father, my cousin should have gone south. The disciples chased after her to Zhongjing, but they were a step too slow and couldn’t catch up.” Stepping into the hall, Leng Feng stood in front of Leng Zhaohe and respectfully bowed before speaking.

“Hmm,” Leng Zhaohe stroked his short beard, put his hands behind his back and looked at his son: “Since she went, let her participate in the competition and see if she has improved. You take people to the Immortal Alliance Conference, and after it’s over, bring her back. She’s had enough of being away from home these past few years, let her come back and get engaged first.”

Leng Feng nodded: "Yes, I understand. However, I'm afraid she doesn't want to come back."

Leng Zhaohe glanced at him and said, “Tell her that if she doesn’t come back, she shouldn’t blame me for taking it upon myself to arrange the marriage. After raising her for so long, it’s time for her to contribute to the family.”

Leng Feng's brow twitched: "The Murong family has relented? The Blood Bodhi has reached its ripening period of sixty years, and they've agreed to make a move?"

The Blood Bodhi Tree blooms only once every thousand years, and then blooms and matures every sixty years. It is a celestial-grade sacred medicine that can reshape bones and muscles, purify bloodlines, and restore life to the dying. It is no exaggeration to say that it can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. Furthermore, it is one of the main ingredients for refining the Nascent Soul Pill and even the Divine Transformation Pill.

It can only be found in rare, secret realms. In Dongchen, only the Murong family possesses one such plant in their forbidden territory, yielding fewer than three hundred fruits per cycle. It can be considered extremely precious.

For some unknown reason, there have been no ascendants on the Eastern Continent for thousands of years. Even those who have reached the Integration stage are few and far between. It is considered good to see a Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone a Mahayana cultivator.

Nowadays, there are very few Nascent Soul cultivators traveling outside, and those above that level are extremely rare.

Natural treasures that can help cultivators break through realm barriers are very precious, and countless people will fight for them as soon as they appear.

Geniuses are few; most are ordinary cultivators, and many are separated by a single barrier, like a chasm.

Leng Zhaohe nodded: "As long as we form a marriage alliance, we will be on the same side. Mu Rongyi has agreed to give us 30-40% of the shares."

He paused for a moment, then asked Leng Feng, "How have you been feeling about your comprehension lately? After comprehending the first half of the Taiyin Xuan Scroll, one can also attain enlightenment, but unfortunately, due to the passage of time, the second half has been lost. Our ancestor has been in seclusion for a hundred years and still cannot emerge. What a pity..."

“Father, I am ashamed. I always feel that something is missing from my understanding of the mystery.”

"Never mind, no one in our clan has comprehended it for thousands of years, so don't be too anxious."

The Leng family members only began to cultivate the Taiyin Profound Scroll after they reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Leng Zhaohe had naturally studied it, but unfortunately he couldn't grasp the essence of it and had no choice but to switch to other cultivation methods.

Over time, Leng Zhaohe began to wonder if the reason for the bloodline dilution was due to the clansmen leaving their ancestral land and intermarrying with other clans, or if the feng shui of the ancestral land in the snowy region was simply better. It was unbelievable.

“Father, then I will set off immediately.”

"Yes, the journey is long, but you will be escorted by Golden Core stage guards."

. . .