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

The Leng Family's Painted Boat.

"Brother, at this speed, how long will it take us to get home?"

The airship was moving very fast, and outside, the clouds and mist flowed like a white blur.

The interior was supported by protective shields and restrictions, stable and secure. Leng Huan withdrew his gaze, stepped into the room, and looked at Leng Feng, who had the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family.

He clicked his tongue inwardly.

She roughly lifted her skirt, sat cross-legged opposite him, and poured herself tea from a jade cup.

"About twenty days."

Leng Feng raised an eyebrow as he watched her sit down and lift her head, then put down the jade cup in his hand and asked, seemingly unsure of what was going on:

"Huanxue, have you suffered enough these past few years?"

Under Leng Huan's surprised gaze, he gently tapped the low table: "You've almost forgotten all your manners, but your behavior... has become nimble and efficient..." He barely managed to describe it.

Then, taking advantage of Leng Huan's slight nervousness, she said leisurely, "You've changed a lot."

Leng Huan slowly let out a sigh of relief, calmly finished the spiritual tea, and as he put down the cup, he gave a cold sneer, his tone anything but polite:

"People are alive; rules are dead."

"I'm a young woman in my prime. If I don't act tough when I'm out in the world, will you be collecting my corpse?"

Leng Feng twitched his lips: "So, you dared to plan your elopement back then, and even after your spirit was sealed, you still dared to run away. Who's to blame?"

Leng Huan retorted righteously, "It's all your fault! Why did you insist on forcing me into a marriage alliance..."

Anyway, it's the original owner's fault and the Leng family's fault, so it can't be her fault.

Leng Feng laughed at her unreasonable behavior: "Who told you not to cultivate properly back then? Look at your current strength, and then look at what you were like before?"

"...Alright, alright, I was just young and ignorant before, but I've come to my senses now!"

"It's good that you know you've repented!" With a snort, Leng Feng suddenly looked at his heartless cousin with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"I really can't understand how someone like you could suddenly awaken profound power."

"I've been exploring for years without making any progress; it's simply incomparable!"

Leng Huan shook his head, only telling him about the unusual thing that happened when he had an epiphany in Dongjun. After thinking it over, he realized that was the only time that things were amiss.

"And so, I don't know why the trees that hibernate in winter can suddenly flourish. I thought that time I had suddenly realized a mysterious realm."

Leng Feng suddenly realized: "Oh, I see..."

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Leng Huan remained silent, drank another cup of tea, and pondered to himself what exactly that mysterious power was.

Suddenly, Leng Feng spoke up: "That's right, you have a single spiritual root. Even if your aptitude is poor, your bloodline is still there, and your comprehension is not bad. Now it seems that it's all fate!"

Leng Feng gently raised his hand, and the water from the vase beside him flew towards him, condensing above his hand. He looked at Leng Huan and said, "Huan Xue, do you know why our people are so few in number?"

Leng Huan looked completely bewildered: "Why?"

Ignoring her catchphrase from the western part of the continent, Leng Feng continued, "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. I don't even know much about it myself."

"Simply put, we didn't originally live in Northshire. We migrated from a faraway place..."

The distance? Leng Huan was surprised. Leng Feng ignored her, stood up, looked out the window, and with a wave of his hand, the water returned to the vase.

"I only heard my father say that our ancestors migrated from the Netherworld Sea. At that time, Beijun was still a no-man's-land, connected to the northern desert. It was all snow-capped mountains, deserts, meadows, and boundless ice fields. It was a dangerous training ground. The desert was shrouded in fierce winds and sparsely populated."

"Later, the world changed, regions shifted, the Divine Dynasty was established, and after the northern expedition, the area of ​​Beijun was incorporated into the territory and established as Beijun. The other major cities and prefectures all had some special families, but most of them disappeared over a long period of time..."

Leng Huan was greatly shocked. Could this be the hidden background of the Leng family?

Could it be that the Taiyin Xuan Scroll was taken by Long Aotian after he wiped out the entire family?

Furthermore, the Netherworld Sea is a place that even powerful cultivators fear, yet the ancestors of the Leng family actually came from the sea.

I don't understand it, but it sounds impressive...

Leng Feng turned around and looked at Leng Huan:

"Huanxue, do you know that many ancient holy clans have become hidden clans, and now only one in ten survives, barely clinging to life... But you are the only person among our clansmen in thousands of years to successfully awaken your innate potential?"

That's why I said, "You are a true saint. Now you know why we can't let you go out for a marriage alliance? Only useless decorations are pushed out for marriage alliances..."

The words had been made quite clear, and Leng Huan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about being forced into a marriage alliance.

But she was very curious: "So, what is Xuan Power?"

"Mystic power is just a general term for a kind of innate, mysterious and unpredictable ability. It can only be described as mysterious, powerful, and unpredictable. Each type is different, and the power of each holy race is also different."

"If you ask me, I can only say that it's something that can only be understood through experience..."

Leng Feng looked at his cousin and sighed softly, "I have already sent a message home to inform the family about your situation. Now the future of the family rests on your shoulders... There are many profound things that I don't know either. When you return, the elders will let you receive the inheritance."

Oh, that sounds really impressive.

Leng Huan suddenly asked, "Brother, I've never seen my parents. Where did they go?"

Leng Feng shook his head: "This... Father said that Fourth Uncle died tragically while on an expedition. Your mother was shocked by the news and passed away after giving birth to you. So, you were raised by the clan and raised by my mother since you were a child."

Leng Huan: "..."

If the original owner had been more ambitious, wouldn't she have been the main character too?

Leng Feng: "You don't know, actually, the people who came out to look for you later were sent by my mother to protect you... but we just never met. You're too good at hiding."

Leng Huan lowered his head slightly: "Then, how is Auntie now? She was too willful back then. I will go back and apologize to her."

Leng Huanxue's father and the head of the Leng family were brothers, the fourth in line. The head of the Leng family was the eldest, and there were brothers who died young or died in between.

In her memory, the original owner had an eccentric personality, and only her aunt treated her well since childhood. Well, the original owner's personality was exactly the same as her aunt's when she was young. No wonder she raised her like that...

The image of Leng Feng's mother appeared in her mind. In her youth, she was a spoiled young lady, but as she grew older, she finally became composed, elegant, and exuded the aura of a matriarch.

Leng Feng's features resembled his mother's in some ways.

He snorted, "Mother is doing very well and is looking forward to your return."

Leng Huan chuckled dryly. Leng Zhaohe seemed to be always busy. The original owner of this body was mostly raised by his wife, and their relationship was complicated.

"Then, big brother, aren't you going to get engaged yet?"

She knew that Leng Feng was raised by Leng Zhaohe from a young age to be his successor. He was a person who was single-mindedly focused on cultivation and was doing this for the sake of his family... a person who was righteous but turned evil.

Leng Huan even felt that he was also suited to practicing swordsmanship.

Asking that was just a way to change the subject, but I didn't expect him to actually answer: "I don't have a suitable partner yet. I'll think about it after I break through to the Golden Core stage. Don't talk about me... let's talk about you. You've offended Xiao Si. Be careful when you encounter her in the future."

“Right now, all the hidden clans are in a weak position, focused on the preservation of their families. It's not suitable for them to clash with the powerful divine dynasty. Xiao Si is the pride of the younger generation of the royal family, which is troublesome!”

Leng Huan thought to himself, "So what if it's the Divine Dynasty? So what if it's the Hidden Clan? Once Long Aotian goes mad, they'll all be buried with him!"

Tsk, if Xiao Si dares to cause trouble, she'll incite Long Aotian to take down the Divine Dynasty!

After a moment of aimless thinking, Leng Huan shook off his distracting thoughts and turned to ask Leng Feng more about the family.

After rambling on for a while, Leng Huan suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Ah! So, Uncle wants to use that Blood Bodhi for the younger generation with good talent to purify their bloodlines?"

"That's right. However, I've used similar holy medicines before, but they didn't seem to have much effect on awakening profound power."

"why?"

"The Taiyin Xuanjuan is too profound, and very few people can even begin to understand it. Moreover, only the first half of the scroll exists; the second half has been lost."

This is all too old, and the distance is vast; it's perfectly normal for the tradition to be lost...

Not knowing what kind of secret manual it was, Leng Huan was very interested. As long as she cultivated the Taiyin Xuanjuan, her power could increase and she could control it.

That's so cool!

Who knows, if I master it, I might even be able to take on Long Aotian one-on-one, hehe...

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Simultaneously.

At the entrance of Huanyue Immortal Sect,

The disciples of the Misty Immortal Sect have finished their challenges. Ji Linlang has risen from 100th on the Golden Core Ranking to 40th. The others are all below 50th.

Today, as everyone was setting off to return to their sect, Fu Xun boarded the large cloud boat bearing the emblem of the Misty Immortal Sect. Unexpectedly, he sneezed, rubbed his nose, and suspected that someone was trying to harm him.

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