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

Only those in the upper echelons knew that Fu Xun and Leng Huan were now fellow disciples; Fu Yuqing was unaware of this.

However, Leng Huan had just changed out of his night clothes when he remembered that although he couldn't openly snatch someone from the Fu family, he could tell Fu Yuqing about her relationship with Fu Xun...

Ah! It's so complicated, her ex-fiancé has become a close classmate...

Does Fu Yuqing believe it?

Forget it, I'll take her away to the White Spring Secret Realm in a couple of days. She'll understand everything when she sees Fu Xun.

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The Misty Immortal Sect.

Equipment Refining Peak.

The disciples who participated in this conference all achieved good results and will receive rewards from the sect.

Foundation Establishment stage disciples possess Golden Essence Pills that can break through the Golden Core barrier, so Fu Xun received one. Leng Huan also received one, and Jiang Ruoyu took it along with a storage bag and handed it to Fu Xun.

“I have already read Huanxue’s letter. Since she is going to the White Spring Secret Realm, then you should give her this Golden Essence Pill and storage bag. Be careful and tell her to come back and visit this old man if nothing happens.”

Jiang Ruoyu raised her hand and flew the storage bag to Fu Xun. Inside were spirit stones and defensive magic treasures. She knew that Fu Xun had returned to the Leng family and probably wouldn't be able to come back for a while.

"This disciple will remember," Fu Xun said, putting away his belongings and bowing to Jiang Ruoyu before leaving the main hall.

He stopped by Maple Forest Garden to see Sang Biao. He was leaving for the north tomorrow, and he wanted to check if Sang Biao had adapted well in the past two days. Once it had opened its cultivation foundation, it would be a spirit beast.

The disciples on the mountain feed it spiritual food and fruits every day. Even if it can't absorb spiritual energy, they can still pile it up!

"Woof woof!" Sang Biao circled around Fu Xun, squatted down in front of him and looked at him with dog eyes. It felt that the human was like a bamboo pole, thin and tall, and it had to strain its neck to see his face.

Fu Xun bent down and rubbed the dog's head, took out a bag of spirit beast fruits and fed it one, putting the rest in the small bag on its back.

"Remember, you can only eat one of these a day to increase your cultivation." Fu Xun turned to Little White beside him and reminded him, "You need to keep an eye on it and not let it eat more. I'm going out for a while, I'll check on you when I get back..."

Little White: "Awoo!" Don't worry, humans.

For some unknown reason, Fu Xun shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

"Woof! Woof woof woof!"

After walking for a while, Sang Biao ran over and rubbed against him, then squatted down and watched his back as it walked further and further away.

Fu Xun glanced back at the two beasts and waved. Sang Biao was a size larger than a regular yellow dog. The little puppy had finally grown up and was no longer recognizable as it had been when it was a puppy.

He leisurely descended the mountain, sunlight filtering through the slanting branches, his deep red hair ribbon fluttering in the wind, his dark hair billowing down his back. He had walked this path down from Maple Forest Garden countless times; he remembered every turn, every rock formation, and every pavilion.

The place where Sang Biao had just been was the place where Leng Huan would usually stand and watch him go down the mountain, but now only two wolfhounds were crouching there to see him off.

Time flies, and the boys have all grown into young adults.

No more than a month had passed since they parted. Fu Xun looked towards the northern horizon, and all he could see were rolling mountains and undulating seas of clouds; he saw no trace of her beautiful face, no glamorous hairpins, no golden hair ornaments.

Thousands of miles from the Xiangjiang River, my longing for you is boundless.

"Alright," Fu Xun sighed softly, mimicking Leng Huan's manner.

After pausing for a moment, he took out another newly bought mid-grade spirit sword, leaped up, and flew straight to the sword peak.

He hadn't wielded the Xuan Tie Sword for a long time. He could kill people, but he didn't want to trample on it. The old sword was too conspicuous, so he bought a new one specifically as a means of transportation.

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"Miss!" Qiu Yue walked over quickly and whispered in my ear, "I just met Young Master Wen at the back gate. He insisted that I give this to you."

Leng Huan put away the jade slip containing the cultivation technique with surprise, took the floral note from Qiu Yue's hand, and suddenly smiled after reading it.

The rendezvous was after dusk, when the moon rose above the willow branches.

"It's nothing, Wen Ziqi asked me to meet him."

Qiu Yue was surprised: "Miss, didn't you say..."

Leng Huan shook his head: "I was wondering when this person would finally lose patience and contact me, and now it's finally here."

"It's not a big problem. I definitely have to see him once to settle things." To put an end for the original owner.

Leng Huan didn't want this to cause trouble later, and thought it best for Wen Ziqi to be sensible.

At the end of the hour of You (5-7 PM), Leng Huan went out with his maid. This time, they took a good walk around the west side of the city. Near the city gate, there was a bustling market where ordinary people, both horsemen and laypeople, gathered for meals.

They agreed to meet at a stream bridge, an old spot. After winding around for a while, Leng Huan finally stepped onto the long bridge. His maid waited below. The master and servants were all dressed in understated gray-blue clothes. It was around 8:30 PM when the crescent moon hung in the trees.

Leng Huan heard a voice from afar: "You've come, Huan Xue."

The voice was warm and gentle, seemingly carrying tender affection, which immediately made Leng Huan's hair stand on end and goosebumps rise on his skin. He immediately turned to look at the person who had entered—

Unfortunately, a man slowly walked up from under the bridge. He looked like a young gentleman in a blue robe, with a pretty face.

Wen Ziqi stood before Leng Huan, gazing intently at her with tender eyes: "I thought you wouldn't come..."

Leng Huan: "..." Goosebumps kept falling off his skin.

“Long time no see, you are still the same…” Wen Ziqi said, taking a step closer.

Bridge Bean Sacks!

Leng Huan immediately took a big step back and pulled out a frying pan to block him, "Stop right there!"

Amid Wen Ziqi's shocked, bewildered, and stunned gaze, Leng Huan peeked out from behind the pot, staring at him with disdain:

"First of all, I am now the heir of the Leng family, so please call me Miss."

Secondly, I have no relationship with you now, and the reason I came to see you is to explain this point to you.

Third, do you understand?

Was the original owner of this body blinded by greed? How could she have fallen for such a frail, handsome young man?

She doesn't even compare to how she used to look. Compared to her, I was way too handsome back then!

"..." Wen Ziqi's mind raced. He didn't know why she was reacting this way. The confident and relaxed feeling he had before coming here had vanished in an instant.

He was heartbroken: "What happened to you? How could this happen? What about our vows—"

Before Chen Qing could finish his petition, he was abruptly interrupted by the tip of Leng Huan's sword, which was pressed against his throat.

"Tsk, I didn't come here to listen to your singing. I hope Young Master Wen remembers what I just said. If I hear any rumors that shouldn't be circulating, don't blame my sword for being merciless..."

Wen Ziqi was in turmoil. She seemed like a completely different person, making her feel utterly unfamiliar to him. At the same time, something had slipped out of his control!

She could already feel the cold, murderous aura of the sword tip on her skin; she might really be about to kill him.

Wen Ziqi gritted his teeth in resentment: "You, have you fallen for someone else?"

Leng Huan wanted him to personally promise not to bother him anymore. Hearing his question, he quickly thought of something and immediately nodded affirmatively: "Yes, his name is Long Aotian!"

Her eyes were full of tenderness and affection, and her face was filled with a hopeful smile: "He is elegant and proud, with unparalleled talent and natural good looks. He is a hero who stands tall and upright. One day he will come to marry me riding on auspicious clouds!"

"..." Speechless.

After Leng Huan finished speaking, regardless of whether Wen Ziqi believed him or not, he went straight off the bridge and left with the maids waiting by the bridge.

-

yeah!

Leng Huan secretly gave himself a thumbs up for his acting skills.

By the way, I apologize to Fu Xun. Tsk, I used his reputation as a cover. Hehe, a true brother should go to great lengths for his brother!

She was just using his reputation as a shield; Fu Xun is generous and broad-minded and wouldn't hold it against her.

Winter Snow hesitated all the way, her gossipy nature suddenly aroused, especially regarding her master's gossip.

Leng Huan glanced at her: "What's wrong?"

Dongxue's eyes lit up: "Young Miss, is the Long Aotian you mentioned real? Do you have someone you like again?"

Leng Huan paused, the word "again" being too apt.

"You want to know?" Looking at her excited expression, and then at Qiu Yue's silently perked-up ears, Leng Huan pondered seriously for a moment, then smiled maliciously:

"Of course I made it up."

Dongxue's expression froze: "..."

Akizuki: "!"

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