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

Chapter 194 Old Thief

Because there are so many people coming and going here today, the array is usually only opened when Yun Du is present in order to facilitate entry and exit. Besides, it is the residence of a Nascent Soul cultivator and a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Who would dare to offend such a place? The Misty Immortal Sect is not a place where one can just walk around at will.

Inside the room, when the light spots on Dongxue's hair bun flickered, Leng Huan sensed a very slight fluctuation of spiritual energy and assumed that Dongxue had used her spiritual energy to pour tea.

She never imagined that she would attract such covetousness; someone actually had the audacity to cause trouble at Mingxiu Peak.

Thinking that Fu Xun would be busy until late, Leng Huan felt uncomfortable in this outfit and wanted to take off his outer robe.

The thief stared longingly into the mirror.

Dongxue and Qiuyue flanked Leng Huan as he removed his outer robe. This garment was precious and could not be touched carelessly; he had to be handled with utmost care. Leng Huan opened his arms and let them do as they pleased.

Just then, Fu Xun appeared outside the door. The thief held his breath, staring intently at the beauty undressing in the mirror. Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and entered. The bride, who was about to untie her belt, paused, startling the thief. He was both disappointed and frightened.

It's that Nascent Soul cultivator back! Cursing his bad luck inwardly, the thief's eyes gleamed with malice, and his expression twisted for a moment before he suddenly thought of something and chuckled lewdly to himself.

Leng Huan frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably like he was being spied on.

Looking around and seeing nothing amiss, Fu Xun pushed open the door and entered. She breathed a slight sigh of relief: "You're back so soon?" She glanced behind him, her brow furrowing. "Where's Yun Du?"

Fu Xun was shocked: "You still want to bring Yun Du on your wedding night?"

Leng Huan: "..."

Can you please not be so blatant? Look around, there are other people in the room!

Before she could speak, Fu Xun waved his sleeve at Leng Yan and the others: "It's nothing, you can go now."

Leng Yan and the others exchanged glances and responded. She left first, while Qiu Yue, remembering that she still had things to do, suppressed her shame, quietly took out the booklet, stuffed it haphazardly under her pillow, and quickly ran out with her head down.

As Dongxue finished tidying up the teacups and was about to leave, the tassels on her hairpins flashed again and fell to the ground, creating a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy. Fu Xun paused in his hand as he rolled up his sleeves.

As the door closed, his divine sense instantly spread out, covering the entire Jufang Palace. Leng Yan and the others outside the door were suddenly swept by his divine sense and felt as if they were facing a flood, unable to move.

The thief in the backyard quickly concealed his aura, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly. As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator, his aura is terrifying. I dare not make any rash moves."

Leng Huan was puzzled, but remained quiet and did not disturb him.

Finding nothing, Fu Xun withdrew his divine sense, raised an eyebrow, and instantly released it again. The thief remained unmoved. After several attempts, Fu Xun finally gave up.

He glanced around the room, his eyes carrying a cruel chill.

The next moment, he turned to Leng Huan with a smile: "Wife, Yun Du is with my sister, he's doing well."

Leng Huan: "..." Why do I feel like a little white rabbit?

"My lady, we—" Fu Xun's eyes gleamed as he leaned close to her face, paused, and his intimate breath brushed against her skin. Leng Huan touched the back of her neck, feeling goosebumps.

Something's not right. Is Fu Xun really the kind of person who would deliberately tease her while playing games?

No, he only gets things done directly and doesn't engage in this kind of ambiguous behavior, so...

Leng Huan suddenly smiled, her eyes crinkling, and played along, taking a step closer and collapsing into his arms, "Husband, we—"

“Ah Xun, Yun Du said he wanted a little tiger, so I took him to the next room to play. You guys… uh, you go about your business, don’t worry about the child, I’ll take good care of him.”

Just then, Fu Xun received a telepathic message from Fu Yuqing. He hugged Leng Huan and replied to her telepathically with a hand gesture: "Thank you, cousin."

Without hesitation, he picked up Leng Huan and placed him on the bed. He had already cleaned up the dried fruit and other things on the bed beforehand, but when he fell, his head hit Leng Huan's crown, causing Leng Huan to hiss in pain.

Fu Xun hurriedly removed her headdress, then leaned closer in an intimate manner, lightly kissed her cheek, and transmitted his thoughts to her: "My wife, may I borrow your illusion for a moment?"

Leng Huan was taken aback. An illusion? Could it be...? In the hidden place, her hand flashed, and the Snow Moon Mirror appeared. After being activated, it instantly enveloped the entire bridal chamber.

...In the backyard, on a rockery, the thief looked excited, his eyes gleaming, and a lewd, wicked smile appeared on his lips.

Staring intently at the scene in the small mirror, one sees the same bridal chamber reflected there. In an instant, the two figures, entangled in an ambiguous embrace, have already lowered the thin, sheer gold and red gauze curtain and begun to undress. In a few moments, a vivid and sensual scene will unfold, making one's blood boil.

next moment.

Fu Xun appeared beside the artificial hill in an instant. Although the cave looked empty, he had already sensed the thief's inadvertently leaked aura.

So it was a magical artifact that could shield one from divine sense. Fu Xun smiled coldly.

In the blink of an eye, several restrictions were set up, completely sealing off the artificial mountain. Fu Xun's hands crackled with purple lightning as he spoke calmly, "You've come to my Jufang Palace uninvited. Why don't you come out and greet me?"

But this light, airy voice contained a hidden pressure, like muffled thunder striking the cultivator's soul directly. Not good! The thief's mind was greatly shaken, his spiritual power was immediately disordered, and his concealing magic treasures rippled like water, instantly revealing themselves.

If they are not discovered, that's fine, but if they are discovered, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck. How can a mere Golden Core cultivator survive the wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

What a waste of the restrictions! I thought it was a Nascent Soul cultivator, but it turns out it's just a Golden Core cultivator. Fu Xun saw the thief's face and quickly recognized him as the spy. His eyes instantly turned even colder. "So it was you."

Just then, the disciples no longer needed to bother tracking him. Seeing the man trembling and clutching a small mirror, Fu Xun beckoned, and the mirror flew into his hand. Upon picking it up, he saw a scene from the bridal chamber, a dreamlike scene of eroticism. Fu Xun's face turned completely black.

He looked like a middle-aged, refined cultivator, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a lecherous devil in disguise. Not only did the uninvited guest disturb his wedding night, but he also dared to peep on him!

"Insects! Prepare to die—"

This was the first time Fu Xun had ever been so furious. He felt like he had been made a fool of, and Leng Huan had been molested. He simply couldn't tolerate it anymore!

The guest cultivator was about to use his substitute to avoid death: "To die under the peony flower..." But it was too late.

At first, he wanted to catch the thief and send him to the prison for trial, but now, Fu Xun directly slapped the man's skull with a loud cracking sound, the sound of bones breaking was enough to make one's teeth ache. He was enraged and violently searched the man's soul.

Finally, he extracted the thief's consciousness and memories, sealed them all into the jade slip, threw the dazed soul into the soul banner, and as for the corpse, he used a thunder and fire spell to obliterate it.

Fu Xun swiftly resolved the minor incident in less than fifteen minutes and returned to his room.

Seeing Leng Huan sitting upright at the table, holding a magic mirror and weaving an illusion with his profound energy, she knew he had returned and the problem was solved. Blue spiritual light swirled around her hands; with a gentle flick of her fingertips, she dispelled the illusion and asked, "Which villain was it?"

After asking, she noticed that he looked unhappy. Leng Huan stood up, her bright red inner robe flowing straight down, her hair tied up with only a few gold hairpins, and her phoenix feather earrings swaying slightly.

She moved closer and blinked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xun stretched out his long arm and hugged her: "That person is extremely despicable. He is a traitor of the Joyful Sect who specializes in evil and wicked techniques, harming beautiful female cultivators. How dare he covet you? He deserves to die!"

The Joyful Sect? That sect is known for its dual cultivation method. Since he's an outcast, he must be a bad person.

Leng Huan patted his back, "It's alright. If he dares to come, I'll wipe him out. What Huanxi Sect? We'll take him down one by one, and wipe out two of them if they come!"

"That person is a lackey of the demonic path!" Fu Xunyi sternly accused.

"What about that person?"

"I killed them."

"Well done!"

"Miss..."

Leng Huan is prepared to continue supporting him.

"It's time for our wedding night." Fu Xun picked her up and put her back on the bed.

Leng Huan: "...Didn't we change the subject a bit too quickly?"

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