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

"Hey... what's wrong?" Wang waved his hand, seeing Leng Huan's mournful expression. "What's wrong?"

Leng Huan said listlessly, "I deserve to die... I didn't think things through when I ran away from home. I lost the male lead's engagement token. He wanted to take it back when the engagement was broken off, so it must be very important. I didn't expect it to be this important!"

How could Long Aotian not have a hidden identity?!

Leng Huan felt sorry for people.

"I'm heading north with Leng Feng anyway, I wonder if I can find out along the way. The thief probably pawned it as a regular jade pendant... I'll search all the pawnshops in the vicinity..."

Wang Chen remained silent: "..."

She really deserved to die.

He lied to comfort her, saying, "That jade pendant can only be opened with Long Aotian's blood, because his mother seems to be the last member of her clan, and he is also the last half-last one. Others who get it will only get ordinary things, but he... he just lacked a chance... It shouldn't be a big problem."

Leng Huan felt even more guilty.

Wang Chen: "Why do you suddenly want to go back to Beijun? Didn't you say you wanted to run away? The White Spring Secret Realm is opening in two months, but it's conveniently located in the Sand Sea north of Beijun, which is close by to you. I'll come find you then..."

Leng Huan: "Alright, it's settled then. Goodbye for now."

Eager to find the jade pendant for Long Aotian, Leng Huan wanted to leave as soon as possible. However, when he saw Wang Chen remove the ban and leave quickly, Leng Huan turned around and was startled.

"when did you come?"

Fu Xun slowly approached: "Just now, I saw Senior Wang. What were you talking about?"

Suddenly the sky darkened, the clouds grew thick, and it seemed like it was going to rain. A cool breeze suddenly arose, rustling the pine branches and causing the two men's robes to flutter.

"nothing…"

Leng Huan felt even more guilty looking at Fu Xun, and said that he was having some difficulty explaining his desire to return to the Leng family.

Fu Xun paused for a moment, looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, and could already feel the chill of the cold air; it was about to rain.

"Let's go back inside, a storm is coming."

-

The courtyard was lush with flowers and trees, and the rockery was scattered about. Just as the two returned to the front porch, rain poured down and it became completely dark.

The palace lanterns swayed, casting twinkling lights throughout the garden. Leng Huan stopped, leaning lazily against a pillar to shelter from the rain, lost in thought.

Fu Xun faced the water curtain, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He thought about the news his fellow disciples had told him that she was going back to the Leng family tomorrow, and he felt a little irritated.

The rain pattered down, and the air remained still for a while before Fu Xun turned around and broke the silence: "Senior Sister, I heard you're going back to Beijun?"

Leng Huan tapped the pillar with one hand. "Yes, I have something to take care of and need to go back first."

"Are you really getting engaged?" Fu Xun asked, his eyes lowered, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"No, that's not it. What kind of good person would want to get engaged?" Leng Huan straightened up and smoothed his sleeve. "I went back to take care of some things..."

"..."

Silence again.

"Senior sister, as I said before, I would tell you something after the competition." After a long pause, Fu Xun suddenly stood before her, his figure graceful and imposing. He carefully considered his words:

"Actually, my original surname is Fu. I am from the Fu family of Beijun. My name is Fu Xun."

"Do you still remember the person you got engaged to back then? Miss Leng."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Huan knew what he was going to say. When he called out the title "Miss Leng" in a low voice, Leng Huan's heart tightened. He felt that the last sentence was said with a hint of gritted teeth.

It seemed like he could draw his sword and wipe out this little cannon fodder at any moment.

Feeling a cold wind whistling through her, she secretly shivered.

"Uh..." Feigning surprise, Leng Huan straightened his body and looked at him firmly: "Impossible! You, didn't you say your name was Yin Xun?"

Fu Xun stood before her like a wall, exuding a strong sense of pressure. He softened his expression slightly, his voice lowering: "Well, for some reasons, I took my mother's surname, so..."

"So, you really are Fu Xun?"

"Yes."

"So you knew me before? How come you've been following me for so long?" This was the question Leng Huan was most curious about.

The lights under the eaves flickered, casting shadows on her delicate and sculpted features. A glimmer of light flickered in her eyes. Fu Xun stared at her for a while, then suddenly sighed:

“You’re too bold, daring to venture into the world all by yourself. Since the Leng family is unwilling to return the token, I felt I had no choice but to find the person involved, so I followed you.”

Leng Huan's eyes widened immediately: "Then, since you've been following me, doesn't that mean you knew I was robbed by bandits and bought into the Liu family?"

Seeing him nod, Leng Huan suddenly grabbed his hand, full of hope: "So, have you... have you found those two thieves and retrieved the token?"

Not understanding why she was so excited, Fu Xun nodded blankly: "Found it."

Leng Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief and released him: "That's good. Your token is very important. I would have felt guilty if I couldn't find it. Now the annulment is completely settled..."

"..." Fu Xun felt a little regretful and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Leng Huan then said, "Let's put this matter of annulling the engagement behind us. We can still be loving fellow disciples!"

Fu Xun smiled and said, "Mm."

When Leng Huan first learned that Fu Xun was the male lead, he thought that Fu Xun had been following him all along to seek revenge. But who would work hard and take care of the elderly when seeking revenge?

This overturns the revenge theory, and now we can only say that the male protagonist is a great and righteous young hero.

After a while.

"Fu Xun." This was the first time Leng Huan had truly called out this name:

"I will be leaving here tomorrow. You should go back to the sect first and stay with your senior uncles and elders. Don't stray too far from them."

Thinking of the problems he might encounter, Leng Huan reminded him, "Recently, demonic cultivators have been rampant on the continent. You should be careful and it's best not to travel far alone. Prepare some things to protect yourself."

These words were somewhat pointed, and a hint of surprise flashed through Fu Xun's mind, but he also felt that she was concerned about him.

"Yes, I know. You should be careful too."

Leng Huan: "I will. The White Spring Secret Realm will open in two months, and the sect will definitely send people there."

She looked up and met Fu Xun's eyes: "So, see you again in the White Spring Secret Realm."

They returned to the Misty Immortal Sect and then traveled to the Northern Desert, which was pretty much the same thing.

Fu Xun nodded: "Okay, I'll look for you."

Regardless of whether her talk of engagement was true or not, Fu Xun turned to look at Yu Mu and clenched his fist. It would be best if they weren't engaged. But if they were really engaged... a forced marriage wouldn't be out of the question.

Once he becomes powerful enough, nothing can stop him.

Leng Huan smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you."

-

A spring rain fell all night, pattering through the trees and leaves, but the next day was a beautiful sunny day.

The mountain gate was crowded with people saying goodbye.

Leng Huan glanced at the magnificent pleasure boat of the Leng family in mid-air. Leng Feng was staring at them from the deck, but she ignored him and turned to Fu Xun in front of her: "Well, I'll be going now..."

Fu Xun looked at her for a while and said, "Well, have a safe trip."

This was the first time in so many years that they had truly parted ways. He didn't hide from her or refuse to see her off because he was afraid she would leave. Fu Xun believed that a true man can bend and stretch; it was only a few months apart, and he would eventually go to see her.

Leng Huan said she would wait for him, so Fu Xun believed her.

Watching Leng Huan board the flying boat, gracefully riding the wind like a deity, Fu Xun touched the gourd tassel on the hilt of his sword and suddenly felt that if Leng Huan was a snow lotus on an iceberg, he would have to try to pluck it.

No matter how sturdy the corner of the wall is, it can be dug down sooner or later if you swing the hoe well.

A cold, resonant voice came from above: "Goodbye, and don't forget what I said... Be careful."

She simply waved her hand, and with a cold wind's command, the flying boat transformed into a shooting star, its voice echoing far and wide.

Fu Xun chuckled.

He turned and headed straight for the square. He needed to talk to his uncle and return to the sect as soon as possible.

……

(Volume 1 - Lan Yin Chapter - End)