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

Leng Huan was supposed to take a day off today, and it had been a long time since she had a proper bath. Grandma Zhou had already prepared hot water.

They chased Yin Xun and Sang Biao to the shabby house next door. Leng Huan took a change of clothes and soap and went into the small house next to Granny Zhou's house to wash.

After untying the cloth strip on her chest and taking a deep breath, Leng Huan finally felt that her breathing was smooth and that her ample bosom could breathe again.

The moonlight was bright, and there were no candles lit in the room. At this moment, the girl stretched her slender body and let out a satisfied sigh.

Her skin was snow-white, and she seemed to glow in the night. Perhaps feeling the chill, a soft splash was heard, and the girl had already hidden herself in the water.

Leng Huan washed her body expressionlessly, treating it as if she had just completed a task. Her breasts were full and soft, and she gently rubbed them, a little worried that long-term binding might hinder their development. However, she was also not used to the emptiness; no matter how close-fitting clothes were, they were not as comfortable as women's underwear.

With a helpless sigh, could she possibly make her own underwear?

After being constricted for a long time, Leng Huan did feel suffocated!

The original owner was pampered and spoiled. At first, she wore coarse linen clothes, which chafed her skin until it was covered in red marks. Now, she has gotten used to it.

After soaking for a while and relieving her fatigue, Leng Huan washed her hair and came out of the shower. Her hair was too long and difficult to manage, so she wondered if she should get it cut.

He wrapped a cloth around himself to dry off, tightened it around his chest, and quickly put on a short-sleeved shirt.

If you don't brace your breasts, they'll sag and feel empty, like a man walking his bird around—it doesn't give you a sense of security.

After hesitating for a moment, Leng Huan stopped applying makeup. It was too late to see clearly, and her face, which had been stuffy all day, needed to breathe. Her skin had become rough from all the makeup she had made.

Although it took Leng Huan a long time to get used to going to the toilet, she is now somewhat accustomed to it. She only reaches for the toilet when she is distracted, and when she does, she finds it empty, and then she sighs with disappointment.

Then, setting aside these chaotic thoughts, I began to calculate how long it would take to save enough for the trip.

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Next door, Yin Xun was playing with Sang Biao. The two houses were several feet apart, and since he was injured, he wasn't paying special attention, so he didn't hear anything.

Looking at the chubby dog, Yin Xun rubbed its head: "Sang Biao, why did she name you that?"

“Woof…” Sang Biao protested against his hand, shaking his head vigorously.

Yin Xun's usually calm expression suddenly softened into a smile as he released her hand. "Go and have fun."

"Woof..." Sangbiao stomped on his foot, then happily wagged its tail and ran off to chase the mice.

Watching the puppy run away, Yin Xun turned back into the house. The house was very simple, with walls made of a mixture of stone and mud. An old mat and quilt were laid on the earthen bed. There was a broken table with a copper candlestick, a small mirror and a wooden comb on it.

There was nothing else. But it was clean, and he wasn't picky. After all, since his parents passed away, he had been imprisoned and now had almost nothing left.

Listening to the sounds of insects and grass outside, with no other noise, made me feel exceptionally comfortable.

The small figure sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), closed his eyes and began to meditate, circulating his true energy to break through the sluggish meridians. His dantian foundation had not yet fully recovered, and his spiritual power was almost depleted; otherwise, he would not have ended up in this state.

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When Leng Huan returned after tidying up Granny Zhou's house, it was already quite dark, around eight or nine o'clock. Sang Biao was waiting for her at the door.

He tugged at the fluffy dog's ear and went inside to find Yin Xun meditating. Leng Huan was surprised, not expecting him to be able to cultivate.

She didn't want to disturb the child, but to her surprise, Yin Xun opened his eyes and asked in a childish voice, "You're back? Do you want to sleep?"

“…Hmm.” Leng Huan walked to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), wrapped his half-dry hair with a handkerchief, and asked as he dried it, “You know how to cultivate?”

"Yes, I will." Yin Xun stood down on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at her with his bright black eyes. "You sleep on the kang, and I'll sleep on the floor."

Leng Huan dried his hair, threw the handkerchief in his hand onto the old table, pushed the child into the kang (a heated brick bed), and said in a voice that left no room for refusal: "Stop talking nonsense. I'm the adult, and you're the child. Go to sleep. This kang is enough for the two of us. We have to get up early tomorrow."

Yin Xun looked at his shrunken body and couldn't refute her words. It was getting late, so he obediently lay down.

Leng Huan was very curious. She covered the two of them with a blanket and asked softly, "Yin Xun, what is cultivation like? I want to cultivate too. Do you know about the Misty Immortal Sect? I want to go there to become an apprentice, but the travel expenses are too expensive."

Perhaps it was because she saw this child who could cultivate, that she wanted to chatter on and on.

After a long silence, Leng Huan turned her head and saw the child staring at her left wrist. Her wrist was fair and smooth, with a strange bracelet on it. She put her hand under the blanket.

He whispered, "Just call me Ah Xun..." so that he wouldn't be found out later and accused of lying.

"Okay, Ah Xun."

"Brother Huan, your spiritual power has been sealed, so you can't cultivate right now. The Misty Immortal Sect is also very far away..."

"I didn't expect you to know about the Spirit-Sealing Ring." Leng Huan was slightly surprised. "Then you must not be from an ordinary family. You don't have some extraordinary background, do you?"

"……No."

"So, what stage have you reached in your cultivation? Have you reached the Qi Induction stage? Or are you still in the Qi Refining stage?"

"...Guide the Qi into the body."

He started cultivating at only seven or eight years old. Originally, I didn't intend for him to pay me back, but now... Leng Huan rolled his eyes and looked at the child: "Little brother, you still owe me money. Don't forget me when you become successful in the future."

Leng Huan spoke softly, like a big bad wolf luring a little white rabbit. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and nudged the child with her shoulder: "How about we save up money together and go to the Misty Immortal Sect to become apprentices and learn skills?"

"Let me tell you, I'm a Qi Refining stage cultivator. My spiritual power is just temporarily suppressed. I'll definitely be very powerful in the future. If you come with me, you won't have to pay back the money. You can be my underling, and I'll protect you. We can cultivate together, how about it?"

"..." She leaned a little close, and Yin Xun smelled the fresh scent of soap after her bath. He silently stepped back, looking very innocent and obedient: "Okay."

"Brother Huan, are you sure you want me to come along and cultivate together?"

Leng Huan nodded, touching the blanket. "Of course, the two of us brothers will definitely be big shots in the future!" He painted a rosy picture without changing his expression. "When that time comes, I'll take you to eat and drink the finest food, see all the beauties in the world... and then ascend to immortality..."

Former Fu family genius, Fu Yinxun: "..."

Leng Huan: "How is it?"

Looking into her eyes, which still shone brightly in the night, Fu Xun nodded: "Okay..."

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The moon hangs high in the sky, and all voices fall silent.

After Leng Huan fell into a deep sleep, Yin Xun, or rather Fu Xun, quietly opened his eyes, pressed Leng Huan's pressure point to put him to sleep, and tiptoed out the door.

He ran wildly, leaping across fields and up mountains, until he found a cave and burst inside.

He had barely entered when he collapsed to his knees with a thud. He was covered in sweat, his jaw clenched, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"Ah! Huff... Uh!" He didn't know what he was thinking, but he quickly took off his clothes, curled up naked, and then rolled around on the ground.

He suppressed a furious roar like a wild beast, and in the darkness, several cracking sounds like bones stretching could be heard. At first glance, the child had transformed into a tall teenager.

The dim light shone on him, revealing his long, powerful limbs. He was lying on the ground, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving, his whole body soaked in sweat, and his face flushed, then turned pale.

"The Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Rejuvenation Grass, capable of reviving the dying and continuing the cycle of life, is indeed a powerful medicinal herb. The restoration of my dantian is just around the corner. However, the side effects of reshaping my bones and muscles are simply too painful..."

Fu Xun lay sprawled out, weak and motionless. Only then did he realize that his mouth was filled with the taste of blood. It turned out that he had bitten his gums so hard that they were bleeding!

After resting for a while, he sat up cross-legged again and began to circulate his true energy to break through the blocked meridians. The little spiritual energy he had started to nurture in his damaged dantian, along with the medicinal power of the Heavenly Rejuvenating Grass, which nourished the foundation of his dantian.

I experienced this excruciating pain of dislocated bones once every ten days, and after three months, it had happened nine times in total. This was the seventh time, with two more to go.

After completing a full cycle, the east was already turning white. His original appearance lasted for no more than two hours before Fu Xun, amidst familiar and unbearable pain, transformed into the appearance of a ten-year-old child.

call……

After resting for a while, he got dressed and walked out of the cave. Facing the dim light, Fu Xun let out a long breath and clenched his fist.

Looking towards the direction of Beijun, his dark eyes, lowered by his sword-like eyebrows, were as cold and detached as ice. He thought, "A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years."

Then he plucked a foxtail grass and swayed down the mountain.

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