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

(I woke up to find several positive reviews, which will make me happy for days; I also received a 'certification' reward, which made me incredibly flattered. Thank you all for your support, but if you are a student or underage, there's no need to spend money, you can just give a little support! I'm already very happy to see you all reading (heart emoji))

Then, regarding the cultivation setting, I originally wanted to write a fantasy martial arts story, but I was afraid it would be too complicated, so I simply wrote an easy-to-understand setting. Alas, I received a lot of negative reviews, which is indeed because I didn't write it well. However, this is essentially a sweet romance novel. There's no epic, dramatic life story of the original protagonist; with the female lead, he won't suffer anymore, and the two of them will grow together.

However, I still want to thank everyone for their tolerance of my shortcomings and for their love and recognition. I will continue to write according to my outline, try my best to avoid falling apart in the later stages, avoid a bad ending, and keep updating. I will ask for leave in advance if anything comes up... Well, that seems to be all.

Finally: May you be blessed with boundless happiness and good fortune.

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Why does Long Aotian not have much interaction with the main female supporting characters at all now?

Leng Huan fell into deep thought.

As the sun rose higher, after finishing their morning classes, Fu Xun and I returned to our respective courtyards, agreeing to go watch the game together again in the afternoon.

Back in his room, Leng Huan was still pondering the problem, especially as Ji Linlang walked in beautifully.

I bet there isn't a single male disciple in the sect who wouldn't like her.

"Senior Sister, you're back." Leng Huan greeted Ji Linlang and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hair was slightly disheveled. She simply pulled out the gold hairpin, amethyst hair ornament, and long hairpin, and her hair quickly fell to her shoulders.

At this moment, Leng Huan remembered that Xu Huanqing was originally supposed to be the first concubine, but now it felt like they had nothing to do with each other at all...

That being said, it's not that Long Aotian doesn't have a wife, but rather that he has countless female confidantes in name only. Could it be that they all have one-sided feelings for Long Aotian?

Even if the Fairy of the Misty Clouds was in an arranged marriage, she shouldn't have been completely unmoved, right?

How could you possibly eliminate all the concubines?

Has he truly fallen into demonic possession?

why?

Leng Huan blurted out those three words without realizing it.

"What did you say, junior sister?" Ji Linlang looked at her in surprise, not understanding.

Leng Huan quickly shook his head: "No, I was just spacing out."

Ji Linlang smiled nonchalantly: "Junior Sister Leng, you're going out this afternoon, how about I do your hair?"

"I'm so sorry." How dare you ask her to do the work of a maid?

"Hehe, Junior Sister's black hair is as smooth and shiny as silk, I like it very much."

As she spoke, Ji Linlang picked up the jade comb!

"...Thank you, Senior Sister."

"Junior sister, you're too kind." On the surface, she was composed, but in reality, Ji Linlang was a sucker for good looks and had a maternal heart. She had long wanted to touch Leng Huan's hair and wanted to dress up as a beautiful fairy.

The two maids beside her were already used to it and consciously assisted her.

Apart from her trusted maid, no one knew that Ji Linlang had made many dolls, dressed them up with her own clothes and jewelry, and each one was exquisite and beautiful.

"Senior sister, you're so skillful!"

Looking at the completed hairstyle, Leng Huan sincerely admired it, never expecting that Ji Linlang, a precious fairy, would know how to comb hair!

"With more practice, you'll get better." Ji Linlang put on the hairpin and other hair ornaments, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction. She felt happy; the real person was indeed different from a doll!

Leng Huan just smiled. If it were just a matter of practice, she wouldn't have to wear her hair in a ponytail all year round.

A few strands of hair hung down on each side of her neck, while the rest were coiled up, looking quite neat. After thanking him again, Leng Huan returned to her bed to meditate and cultivate. There were still two hours left.

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As noon approached, a new round began, and the number of spectators below the stage increased. Leng Huan and Fu Xun arrived together.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Xun!"

Just as Leng Huan had chosen a arena for talisman cultivators and array cultivators and stood in place, he heard this clear, bell-like voice, which carried a hint of surprise.

She turned around and was surprised to see Wu Zhenzhen!

Wow! Just mention a beautiful woman, and here she is!

Because Leng Huan had changed so much, Wu Zhenzhen didn't recognize her immediately. However, Leng Huan's outstanding appearance and unique temperament made her impossible to ignore. She first called out "Fu Xun," then looked at Leng Huan and asked softly, "Who is this fairy?"

Fu Xun remained silent.

Leng Huan was quite happy. The plot was true to its word; the harem had arrived, because Wu Zhenzhen was accompanied by Xu Huanqing!

She stepped forward and greeted them: "Miss Wu, Miss Xu, it's been a long time! I'm Leng Huan."

Wu and Xu were stunned for a moment, staring at Leng Huan for a long time before exclaiming in surprise, "Ah! You, you are Young Master Leng!"

Xu Huanqing couldn't believe it; she never imagined he was a female cultivator. Her heart felt a pang of despair. "Fellow Daoist Leng..."

She glanced at Fu Xun, then at the stunningly beautiful Leng Huan, and seemed to finally understand something, her expression suddenly revealing a look of realization: "So that's how it is..."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful Leng Huan, Wu Zhenzhen felt a wave of dizziness. Seeing their close relationship, she felt a pang of sadness. "So it's... it's Miss Leng."

Leng Huan: "..." I forgot about that.

"Wow! It's been a few years, and you two have already become Foundation Establishment seniors!" Xu Huanqing exclaimed in surprise. The word "senior" completely highlighted the gap between them.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, their circumstances were vastly different. Xu Huanqing could no longer discern their specific cultivation levels, and she and Wu Zhenzhen had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage!

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"Senior Leng, after the tournament, the Huanyue Immortal Sect will open its gates to recruit disciples. I plan to participate and wish to join the sect." The arena had already begun, and as the group watched the battles and chatted, Xu Huanqing spoke slowly.

She had truly felt the gap between herself and them. The Immortal Sect was indeed the Immortal Sect; its disciples were generally much stronger than cultivators from small places like her. Indeed, there are always people more capable than you, and heavens beyond heavens.

Leng Huan: "Sure. Joining a sect allows you to focus on cultivation without distractions." Xu Huanqing's aptitude isn't bad, but resources are limited. Joining a sect is better than staying in a family.

Wu Zhenzhen bit her lip and looked at Xu Huanqing: "I also want to join Sister Xu in paying respects at the sect and cultivate diligently."

Xu Huanqing smiled and said, "Great! We can keep each other company."

While watching them chat and laugh, Leng Huan secretly glanced at Fu Xun on his right. He saw that Fu Xun was focused on the arena, taking advantage of his height, and didn't give his future lovers a second glance.

...Alright, alright, a straight man like you is destined to be single forever, bro!

Why don't you turn around and take a look?!

Leng Huan was worried about him.

Gently tugging at his sleeve, Fu Xun finally turned his head: ?

Just as she was about to start a conversation to liven things up, Leng Huan glanced over and saw Qi Ruxing and Fang Shendu on Fu Xun's side. When she saw her looking over, Qi Ruxing immediately waved to her: "Fellow Daoist Leng!"

Alright, there's also the lost beauty, who's now someone else's wife.

As Qi and Fang slowly approached, Leng Huan had no choice but to greet Qi Ruxing: "Fellow Daoist Qi, you've come too. I wanted to meet you before, but I missed it because I was going up the mountain with my sect elders."

"Hehe, I understand. Fellow Daoist Leng, your style has changed drastically since I last saw you." Qi Ruxing chuckled, her eyes shining, then turned her gaze to Xu and Wu, and spoke with slight surprise:

"It's Miss Xu and Miss Wu! How have you two been?"

"Miss Qi, it's been a long time!"

The group exchanged pleasantries.

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Leng Huan was numb.

The scene was so beautiful it could be described as a gathering of beauties, each with her own unique charm. Qi Ruxing stood next to Fang Shendu, while Fu Xun stood expressionlessly behind Leng Huan, giving Fang Shendu a slight nod.

Although Fang Shendu harbored some hostility and dislike for Fu Xun, he did not show it. Only when he saw Leng Huan's sudden change in demeanor did he realize what was going on.

Knowing that she was a female cultivator, came from the north, and had a connection with Fu Xun, Fang Shendu deduced her identity and was taken aback. It could only be... Leng Huanxue!

She actually dared to stay by Fu Xun's side, so... everything that was supposed to happen has gone completely wrong!

Fang Shendu's heart was churning with emotions, but his face remained impassive. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. He looked up at the horizon and breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious.

—In any case, at least Qi Ruxing and he himself will no longer provoke Fu Xun, the god of death.

Looking over there at Xu and Wu, they too were victims of Fu Xun's sword!

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Fu Xun glanced at Fang Shendu indifferently, not understanding where his hostility came from, and felt completely bewildered.

These women are too noisy. He grabbed Leng Huan's arm and said, "Senior sister, let's go practice swordsmanship in the back mountain."

It's better not to watch these arena matches. Leng Huan is going to compete tomorrow, so it's better to go to the back mountain to practice.

Leng Huan tried to free his hand but couldn't. Then he thought that going to the back mountain to cultivate would be fine, so he told Qi Ruxing and the others and left.

"Junior Brother Yin Xun, aren't you happy to be reunited with Fellow Daoist Xu and the others after so long?"

"Senior Sister Leng, we've only just met, why are you having such unnecessary emotions?"

Seeing her boundless energy and lively, active nature all day long, Fu Xun couldn't help but feel strange; this person's emotions were truly rich.

"..."

Redundant?

Ugh……

Suddenly, Leng Huan stopped, looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply. Under Fu Xun's puzzled gaze, he flicked his sleeve, then walked ahead without looking back, leaving only three words:

"Forever alone."

I never knew Fu Xun would be so difficult to communicate with. Is he pretending not to understand or what?

Forget it, what does it matter to her whether he has a wife or not!

I just wanted to give him more responsibilities so he wouldn't go crazy later.

Oh well, it's her fault for being nosy.

Leng Huan felt inexplicably angry, and had a sense of powerlessness in doing anything.

I've had enough of this damn novel world!

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