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

"There are still seven days until the secret realm opens. The Misty Immortal Sect is farther away than us, so it should take a few more days for them to arrive. You can wait on the painted boat for now."

Leng Feng stood at the bow of the ship, watching the cultivators arriving one after another. Those who arrived early had already set up camp, but he did not see any people from the Misty Immortal Sect.

The White Spring Secret Realm is vast and rich in resources, attracting countless cultivators. At this time, it can be said that there are numerous immortal sects and countless independent cultivators, making it a very mixed place.

"Yes, I know." Leng Huan glanced at the situation and turned to go inside. Having a background is much better than being a rogue cultivator.

The climate here is cold, with frequent fierce winds that severely deplete spiritual energy. Most of those who arrived earlier were from immortal sects or aristocratic families, while independent cultivators formed their own groups.

The White Spring Secret Realm is open to both Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators, making it a dangerous training ground every time it opens.

Leng Huan waited patiently for several days, and finally, five days later, he saw the Misty Immortal Sect's ship.

"Have they arrived?" Fu Yuqing, whose cultivation level was low, was wearing a thick cloak to keep warm. Standing next to Leng Huan, she exhaled a puff of white breath and nervously rubbed her hands together as she asked.

"We're landing soon, why don't you go inside and wait?" Seeing how thickly she was dressed, Leng Huan felt the temperature; her robes automatically warmed up, and she wasn't cold even with her collarbone exposed.

Fu Yuqing shook her head, staring excitedly at the approaching, increasingly larger, and imposing warship.

Leng Huan was also very excited, feeling like he hadn't seen his friends in a long time!

Having crossed most of the continent, it felt like a long-awaited reunion.

"Swoosh!" Leng Huan raised his hand and set off a signal firework. This was something he had agreed upon with Fu Xun beforehand; otherwise, they might not have been able to find her quickly among the many camps.

Sure enough, the large ship veered off course and flew toward them shortly afterward.

-

When she could see the people on the ship, Leng Huan instinctively wanted to shout and wave, but when she saw her ethereal appearance, and when Leng Feng coughed as soon as she raised her hand to remind her to be mindful of her saintly image, Leng Huan could only wave gently with a small arc, her face full of restraint.

Since there were no available spaces for the Misty Immortal Sect to dock their ships, they had no choice but to activate the formation and consume spirit stones to hover in mid-air.

Fu Xun looked down at Leng Huan, and his expressionless face, which had been blank all the way, finally softened a little, his eyes filled with her.

It wasn't until Fu Yuqing suddenly pulled off her hood and waved excitedly at him that he showed a shocked expression.

-

“Ah Xun!!” Fu Yuqing was too excited to speak. Although Fu Xun had grown up after not seeing him for several years, Fu Yuqing was familiar with him and still recognized him.

Fu Xun didn't have time to think. He leaped down and landed slowly on the painted boat, looking at Fu Yuqing in disbelief: "Sister, it really is you! What are you doing here?"

Fu Yuqing's eyes were filled with tears: "It's me. I didn't expect Miss Leng to be telling the truth..."

Leng Huan was still enjoying the touching scene of Long Aotian reuniting with his family after a long separation when he saw Fu Xun's unusually strange expression change. Upon hearing Fu Yuqing's words, he subconsciously met Fu Xun's gaze.

His gaze was very complex, containing surprise, confusion, and joy, as if he were quite lost.

Holy crap! She was just trying to fool Fu Yuqing back then.

Leng Huan immediately took a step back, not yet having figured out how to cover up her lie, when Fu Xun finally seemed to realize something and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister!"

If no one else were present, Leng Huan might have said, "Don't be so polite, we're like family, your sister is my sister..." But with Leng Feng watching intently from the side, and Fu Yuqing unaware of the situation, given their past entanglements, saying that would be a bit unsettling.

Leng Huan could only touch his nose and smile reservedly: "Junior brother, let's go in first... it's a bit cold."

Fu Yuqing couldn't stand the extreme cold.

-

Having been separated for three or four years, Long Aotian and his sister naturally had a lot to talk about. Not wanting to disturb their reminiscing, Leng Huan went to another room.

However, only an incense stick later, Fu Xun came to find her. Leng Huan was propping her face up and biting her fingers, feeling very conflicted. How should she explain that she had brought his sister out?

Leng Huan opened the door, expecting him to ask something, but Fu Xun simply stood silently at the door for a moment before saying, "Senior Sister, a day apart feels like three autumns. How have you been lately?"

"..." Leng Huan felt a little uncomfortable with his politeness. Seeing that no one was around, Leng Huan grabbed him, pulled him into the room, and closed the door behind him: "Let's go inside first."

Fu Xun, not understanding why, obediently followed.

Leng Huan let go, his expression very serious: "Ahem... Did your journey go smoothly?"

When traveling, with a long sword hanging at his waist, Fu Xun lightly twirled the sword tassel with his left hand, looked at Leng Huan and shook his head: "Nothing happened, everything went smoothly."

The two sat facing each other, with Leng Huan serving as the host at a low table between them, pouring two cups of tea. The aroma of the tea filled the air, and Leng Huan inquired about the disciples who had traveled on this trip.

"I wonder which elder is leading the team, or are they the same fellow disciples from before?"

“This time it’s my Uncle Zhang and Elder Sun from Spirit Medicine Peak, and the disciples are Fairy Piaomiao and three Golden Core disciples.” As he spoke, Fu Xun took out a storage bag: “This is what your master asked me to give you. He has received your Golden Essence Pill.”

Jiang Ruoyu also brought her some things? Leng Huan took them and looked at them. There was a large amount of spirit stones, a high-level defensive magic weapon, various items needed for training, and Golden Essence Pills in a jade box.

Although she felt she wouldn't need the Golden Essence Pill, she could exchange it for spirit stones if necessary. She was surprised that Jiang Ruoyu, who was usually so carefree, was actually quite attentive to it.

"What an interesting old man," Leng Huan said, putting away his storage bag. "My master is truly thoughtful. He knows I can't return to the sect for the time being. I'll go back and visit him properly after the secret realm ends."

Fu Xun smiled. The elders in the sect were all kind and amiable. Even Zhang Zhaoying, who usually strictly demanded of his disciples, gave him a lot of things when he left.

Leng Huan: "What about Sang Biao?"

Fu Xun: "Great, you're going to be a father."

Father? Wait!

Leng Huan's eyes widened in disbelief. "It really got Xiao Bai pregnant? That Fairy Piaomiao, didn't, didn't kill it?"

Fu Xun: "..."

That's a bit crude. Fu Xun twitched his lips: "No, she only said that she gave birth to a puppy and a wolf cub and she wants to raise two of them."

Leng Huan: "...I never expected that Sang Biao would be the first to reach the pinnacle of his dog life..."

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she sighed, "It's true... it's true that humans are worse off than dogs!"

Fu Xun glanced at her and found himself somewhat agreeing with her words.

Leng Huan felt a little sad about the fact that he was destined to be a single dog, so he picked up the jade cup and took a sip.

Her slender, snow-white hands looked very pleasing to the eye as she held the emerald cup. Her nails were neatly trimmed, revealing a faint white edge. They weren't long and pointed like other female cultivators', nor were they adorned with delicate nail polish; instead, they were a natural, healthy pink, making her look quite adorable.

Fu Xun's gaze started from her hand, brushed over her lips where the jade cup touched, her nose, her slightly lowered eyelashes, and finally reached her delicate eyebrows. Suddenly, Leng Huan raised her eyelashes, and before she knew it, Fu Xun met her gaze. She blinked.

Leng Huan: ?

Fu Xun naturally looked away, picked up his tea and slowly drank it all. Despite his slightly erratic heartbeat, he said earnestly, "Thank you, Senior Sister, for saving my cousin. She is very grateful to you."

Leng Huan put down his teacup: "No need to be polite. Are you planning to take her to the secret realm?"

"No, the secret realm is too dangerous, and I may not be able to take good care of her. So I'll settle her in the camp, and I'll take her to the sect after we leave the secret realm."

"That's good, that's what I think too."

From beginning to end, Fu Xun never asked Leng Huan why he saved Fu Yuqing.

He was naturally extremely grateful, and there was no need to investigate the reason; he would remember this favor.

He even felt a glimmer of hope: why was she so good to him?