If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Only ordinary people like you who don't know how to appreciate things would think that's charcoal."

"It is already a great favor that I, the princess, have condescended to cook for you."

The two of them kept bickering endlessly.

Surprisingly, it became the best stress reliever during this tedious and boring journey.

This is completely different from the heated argument in front of us.

The atmosphere at the back of the group was very academic.

The seemingly unrelated Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect and the aloof swordsman.

Lin Miaoyin and Su Qingying unexpectedly found common ground that they could talk about.

The two of them walked side by side at a slightly later position.

The two deliberately lowered their voices as they discussed the compatibility between the cultivation technique and the weapon's material.

Su Qingying even pulled out the Azure Spirit Sword, which she never showed to anyone easily, for the first time ever.

She held the sword horizontally so that Lin Miaoyin could examine the ancient array patterns engraved on the hilt.

"If the ancient method of the Hehuan Sect could circulate spiritual energy along the trajectory of a sword formation..."

"Perhaps we can expand the lethal range of sonic attacks by another 20%."

"The silk strings on your pipa, that Buddhist instrument, are still too weak to support their weight."

Su Qingying's clear and cool voice sounded very crisp in the valley wind.

A thoughtful glint flashed in Lin Miaoyin's beautiful eyes.

She stretched out her slender fingers and traced the emerald green blade in the air.

"Junior Sister Su's idea is indeed unique."

"When I get back, I'll definitely try to incorporate some sharp sword intent into the score of the Heavenly Demon Melody."

"If the strings could be reforged using millennia-old ice silkworm silk, they could withstand that high-intensity burst."

Mo Chengyue, who was walking at the front, heard the cheerful laughter of the women behind him.

His nerves, which had been constantly on edge to save his life, were unusually relaxed completely.

He even had a terrible thought flash through his mind, which was filled with a philosophy of self-preservation.

If only this perilous ruin could remain peaceful forever.

He decided to take his four beautiful women to a secluded, picturesque place and live out his days there.

This is also a dignified and comfortable retirement life.

After trudging across a hilly area, the group stepped on the soft soil.

The view suddenly opened up in an instant.

What appeared before them was a sea of ​​unknown spiritual flowers covering half a hillside.

The colorful flowers swayed and rippled in the gentle breeze.

The air was filled with a calming floral fragrance.

This is a paradise completely isolated from the brutal and bloody battlefield.

A look of amazement and tenderness simultaneously lit up the eyes of the four female cultivators who were used to seeing bloodshed.

Mo Chengyue stopped at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

Without saying a word, he walked towards the most abundant flower cluster, drawn by the fragrance of the blossoms.

All four women stood still.

They watched with great curiosity as the broad-shouldered figure carefully picked through the flowers.

This is a self-serving individual who always calculates gains and losses and is willing to compromise his principles.

At this moment, he looks like an awkward young man carefully choosing a gift for his sweetheart.

He carefully picked four blooming spirit flowers of completely different colors with his calloused hands.

Mo Chengyue walked back to the middle of the group, holding the four spirit flowers that were still covered with glistening dew.

The air around him became subtle because of his unusual behavior.

He didn't give these women, who were used to testing each other, any chance to back down.

He walked straight up to Yu Jianhuan.

Mo Chengyue raised his hand and gently straightened the petals of the most beautiful and vibrant red spirit flower.

He gently tucked it between her temples, which cascaded like a black waterfall.

"These red flowers are rather gaudy."

"But only someone as stunningly beautiful as my senior sister could keep it under control."

"This vibrant color suits you perfectly."

Yu Jianhuan had prepared a whole host of teasing remarks, but they all got stuck deep in her throat.

A glint of tears appeared in her phoenix eyes, which were always calculating and scheming.

She raised her hand to cover her red lips, laughing uncontrollably.

She tried to use that deceptively alluring smile to mask the soft spot in her heart that had been struck.

However, the slight redness in her eyes completely betrayed the emotion that was about to overflow from her.

"You always manage to spout these sweet nothings that are sure to kill."

"Senior sister, I've completely fallen for your smooth talk."

Mo Chengyue did not wait for Yu Jianhuan to calm down her turbulent emotions.

He turned around and walked towards Su Qingying, who was standing to the side.

He presented a jade-green spiritual flower, emitting a cool, faint light, to the eyes of this proud swordsman.

"These emerald petals are pure and aloof, and they would rather break than bend."

"It looks just like the Jade Spirit Sword that Senior Sister holds, a sword that is untouched by the mortal world."

"It's just like my senior sister, so clean that you can't bear to look away."

Su Qingying's usually aloof and icy beautiful face was flushed with a burning blush.

She bit her lip and turned her face away without saying a word.

Her right hand rose uncontrollably to knead the slightly warm, fair earlobe.

Although the eccentric swordsman did not give any verbal response.

But she secretly and steadily pinched the emerald green flower with her two slender fingers.

She did not let this flower, which represented romance, fall to the dust.

He didn't use sword energy to shatter it like he would an enemy.

"He's spouting complete nonsense."

After struggling for a long time, she managed to squeeze out this one harmless accusation through gritted teeth.

Then Mo Chengyue walked calmly to Jin Qiaoqiao.

He held in his hand a radiant golden flower with layered petals.

Under the somewhat wary gaze of the demon princess.

With a domineering yet gentle gesture, he tucked the golden flower into her long, colorful hair.

"I don't have the ability to take all the incredible treasures in these ancient ruins with me."

"But this is the most elegant golden flower in the entire sea of ​​flowers."

"It is a perfect match for the proudest peacock princess beside me."

Jin Qiaoqiao's eerie golden vertical pupils contracted rapidly.

She let out a heavy, disdainful snort from her nose.

She habitually crossed her arms over her chest, trying to adopt the haughty demeanor befitting a great demon in the transformation stage.

But at the very bottom of her golden phoenix eyes...

Her usual arrogant and unruly temperament, which she never yielded to, transformed into a pool of warm spring water.

Her usually tense and hard facial features softened completely.

The gold flowers in her hair made her exotic face even more stunningly beautiful.

"You're quite shrewd, human cultivator, at least you have some discernment."

"I, the princess, will reluctantly accept this insignificant tribute from you."

Finally, Mo Chengyue stopped in front of Lin Miaoyin, who had just recovered from a serious illness.

He raised the last purple spirit flower in his hand, which exuded a mysterious and noble aura.

He carefully tucked it into the collar of her wide blue robe.

"This purple flower reminds me of the magnificent sunset over our Zizhu Peak."

Mo Chengyue lowered his voice and spoke slowly in a gentle tone that only the two of them could understand.

"After all the grudges and battles in these ruins have been settled."

"Senior sister, would you take me back to Zizhu Peak to see the scenery there?"

He made no mention of the embarrassing and crazy detoxification experience in the cave.

He used only this solemn promise about the future to soothe her heart.

This gave the Holy Maiden of Union, who had just suffered a severe blow to her body and mind, the most fatal sense of security.

Lin Miaoyin's heart skipped a beat in her chest.

She lowered her head deeply, not daring to look into Mo Chengyue's unfathomable eyes.

She buried her burning chin deep into the wide collar of her dress.

After a long while, she finally let out a faint, kitten-like murmur from her nose.

"Glib-tongued."

"You scoundrel, all you do is use these sweet words to deceive people."

But her pale hands were gripping the edge of her robe tightly.

Yet it perfectly captured the indescribable, ultimate joy deep within her heart.