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

Chapter 202 North County

Unfortunately, this was ultimately just a prop effect, only granting her immense power. It was like having the cultivation level of a Mahayana cultivator but lacking the various unique skills of a Mahayana cultivator, making her easily exposed over time.

No wonder he could only turn the tide in a desperate situation. Leng Huan's oppressive aura spread throughout the entire sect, which indeed forced out many hidden demonic cultivators and demons.

The Immortal Sect covers a vast area, and these remnants pose a potential threat. Leng Huan probed the Jufang Palace with his divine sense, and the great formation remained intact.

The demons' target was clearly those major peaks. They basically didn't climb those smaller peaks. The main peak, the spirit medicine peak, the weapon refining peak, and the talisman peak were the most severely damaged.

Fortunately, each peak's main hall was protected by a restriction and was not damaged. Leng Huan withdrew her divine sense. When the time was up, her physical strength gradually subsided, and she slowly sat down to rest against the pillar at the entrance of the main hall.

The power he was wielding wasn't his own; he was exhausted and swallowed several top-grade spirit-restoring pills to recover his spiritual energy.

Watching the disciples busily and methodically searching for the remaining villains, treating injuries, and cleaning up the area...

Feeling the emptiness in his body after the battle, Leng Huan chuckled to himself, thinking how weak he was now compared to how powerful he had been before. "Thank goodness," he thought.

Fu Xun rushed over after killing the Blood Demon Sect Master and saw her sitting casually on the ground, unharmed, without a scratch. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care how she could have done it—transforming from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator to a Mahayana cultivator and defeating a Fusion Demon Lord. He simply grabbed her wrist, probed her spiritual energy to check, and said, "It's good that you're alright."

Leng Huan shook his head: "It's nothing serious. How's the situation at the mountain gate?"

"My master has led his disciples to wipe out the remaining enemies... cough cough..." Fu Xun clutched his chest, coughing up blood. Leng Huan was startled: "You're injured?"

"It's nothing," Fu Xun waved his hand, "I just bumped into it accidentally..."

When she saw Leng Huan earlier, she was so shocked that she was ambushed by the Blood Demon Sect Master and suffered a minor injury. She had been holding her breath, but now that she saw that Leng Huan was alright, she relaxed and felt much better after expelling the pent-up anger.

Leng Huan didn't believe him, so he grabbed his wrist and probed it with his profound energy. Only after confirming that it was just a minor injury did he feel relieved. The gentle profound energy soothed his meridians, and his blood and qi were stable. The injury had already healed. "Fortunately, it was just a minor injury."

Outside the Immortal Sect, Wang Chen killed a wounded and fleeing Green Demon. Seeing that the Demonic Sect was doomed and the Demon Clan was in disarray, he knew that Leng Huan and the others had won. With the power of the Mahayana stage, dealing with a Demon Lord was a piece of cake.

"The Misty Immortal Sect is not so easy to attack. Even without any items, if we fight to the death, the Demon Clan will not come out on top..." After thinking this, Wang Chen returned to the inn without alerting anyone.

As dawn broke, everything returned to calm, and Sect Leader Ji convened a meeting with all the elders.

Finally, Sect Leader Ji stated, "The matter of our sect's Supreme Elder repelling the enemy is absolutely true." He said no more; everyone understood.

All the disciples saw the Supreme Elder appear and repel the enemy. Everyone believed that their powerful elder was still alive; otherwise, who could it be?

The disciples were in high spirits, actively repairing the sect and determined to cultivate diligently. "The Immortal Sect is our home, and protecting it depends on everyone."

Regarding the fact that the Supreme Elder was Leng Huan, everyone tacitly refrained from asking too many questions, and the sect leader sent a large amount of spirit stones and resources to Jufang Hall.

From then on, the news that the Misty Immortal Sect had a Mahayana elder spread quickly. The Eastern Sea Immortal Sect was shocked. The Demonic Sect suffered heavy losses as a result of this incident and may not be able to recover for decades.

One month later.

On this fine, sunny day, a magnificent flying cloud boat suddenly appeared outside the city of Beijun.

A fairy with profound aura led a child to land slowly, followed by a four- or five-year-old child and maids. After a moment, the man in black robes put away the cloud boat.

Yun Du turned to look at his older brother, who had transformed from a Pomeranian puppy, and called out, "Brother Xiao Ta, come quickly!"

The tower spirit reluctantly sidled over: "I'm here, I'm here. Don't call me Little Tower, call me Grandpa!"

Leng Huan slapped Ta Ling on the back of the head. "Alright, stop being so disrespectful. I'm still your grandpa."

Fu Xun paused, ignoring their usual bickering, and picked up Yun Du, saying, "Wife, let's go."

Looking up at the familiar yet unfamiliar city gate, he hadn't expected to return to Beijun after decades.

Unexpectedly, he recalled the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in his dream, the ancestral home of a noble family. Fu Xun tightened his grip on Yun Du's hand. He felt that he was not as ruthless as in his dream. He believed that the grievances had their perpetrators and the debtors had their debtors. All he wanted to find was the Fu family.

After returning to the Leng family, Leng Huan briefly discussed the battle between the Misty Immortal Sect and the others in the meeting hall, leaving everyone in the Leng family sighing with emotion.

She also heard from the Leng family head that a wedding banquet had been prepared, which would be a three-day extravaganza, and she and Fu Xun would only need to make a normal appearance.

In fact, the banquet was a way to announce her existence and her relationship with the future sect leader of the Misty Immortal Sect, which was enough to affect the Leng family's status in the Northern Prefecture.

Leng Huan wanted to finish his business as soon as possible and get to the far north ice plains. He looked at the Leng family head and said, "Alright, let's do it three days from now. It's a good day."

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In front of the embroidered pavilion, Leng Huan held the tower spirit, which had turned into a Pomeranian puppy. Qiu Yue and Dong Xue had already tidied up the courtyard. This was the first time they had brought someone else into this place. Leng Huan tilted his head and looked at Fu Xun: "Let's go in."

"Okay." Fu Xun smiled. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to step into her boudoir. It felt like he was accompanying her back to her parents' home.

"Mother, is this really your home? Wow, there are so many red fish in the pond..." Yun Du ran to the edge of the lotus pond and leaned on the railing to look. The pond had a magic array, and the lotus flowers were blooming brightly even in the cold weather.

Leng Huan agreed and simply asked Qiu Yue and Dong Xue to take him for a stroll in the garden.

He led Fu Xun into the hall and into the room. The room was not at all as cold and desolate as it had been for more than ten years without an owner. Instead, it was warm and cozy.

"My humble abode is simple, so please excuse the Venerable Transformation to stay with me for the time being." Leng Huan said, laughing at himself, and poured tea for him.

Fu Xun looked at her speechlessly, puzzled by the room's delicate pink and delicate decorations, which clearly belonged to a boudoir. Why was the owner of this room so eccentric and unpredictable?

He was even a little curious about how Madam Leng had raised her to be like this.

"My lady, do you know that with you here, even this humble abode has become a fairy palace?"

That's interesting. Leng Huan touched his face and glanced at him. This guy is quite good at praising people.

Even someone as shameless as her felt a little embarrassed. Leng Huan blinked and asked, "What if I were covered in wrinkles and too old to walk? Would you still be such a sucker for good looks?"

Fu pondered her meaning: "What is Yan Gou?"

Leng Huan: "...I have a fondness for beautiful women."

Oh, now he understands. Fu Xun sat upright and composed: "My wife, I only love your beauty. Of course, I love your soul even more. So, even if you were an old woman, I would still love you, and I would become an old man to stay with you."

Leng Huan: "Hmm... You're so good at talking, say more."

Fu Xun stopped talking. He only focused his attention on her.

Leng Huan… Leng Huan sat up straight. “Fine, don’t tell me then. Why are you looking at me?”

Fu Xun: "It's good, I love watching it."

Leng Huan stared straight at him: "...It would be impolite not to come and die."

"..."

The night was enchanting and silent.

He had been leisurely staying on the cloud boat for half a month. With maids and children around, it was a bit inconvenient, but Leng Huan understood his situation.

but……

“My lady, Yun Du is fast asleep. The tower spirit is watching over him next door, so you don’t need to worry about him.”

“I wasn’t worried about him…”

"Then why haven't you come over yet?"

Fu Xun, wearing a nightgown, leaned against the bedside, smelling of fresh scent after his bath. Leng Huan, dressed in white, had his freshly washed hair loose behind him, and the two of them smelled alike.

She stopped three meters away from the bed and remained silent for several minutes. Upon hearing this, she glanced at the person exuding a hunting aura and hesitated.

"Um, I just got back. Wouldn't it be bad if the maids found out?"

Fu Xun sighed, "You...have you misunderstood something?"

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