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

Chapter 177 Are you planning to do it secretly...?

The main house was also brightly lit.

Outside, the moonlight was like water.

It was only 9:45, but it was already very quiet. Actually, Maple Forest Garden was more lively than this place, but a sect can never compare to the bustling town at the foot of the mountain.

There are advantages to tranquility. Jufang Hall is very large, and there is a warm water garden in the backyard with a hot spring pool. This is one of the reasons why Leng Huan is satisfied with his new residence.

She told someone to keep an eye on Yun Du, and then went to bathe in the hot spring.

Finally back home, with someone looking after the kids, I can finally relax.

Leaning against the edge of the pool, feeling drowsy, the heat spreading to his face, Leng Huan suddenly let out a long sigh.

If Leng Huan could still distinguish the original plot before the Flying Immortal Secret Realm, she could no longer do so now.

The only thing to remember is the matter of the Great Seal of Hongyuan. Hopefully, the reminder from back then will be effective and can slow down the progress of the demon race.

Although the plot is already a mess, what I fear most is that the development of this world will be guided by fate to that ending.

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again, looking at the painted and carved beams of the house, thinking to himself, "No, I can't give myself that kind of psychological suggestion."

Like the prophecy in that ancient Greek myth, deliberately trying to avoid and correct certain things only intensifies the outcome, ultimately making the prophecy come true.

Now, we should go with the flow and not limit ourselves.

To hell with your life.

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Fairy Town.

Today is a festive day, and the streets are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Along the long immortal market, cultivators came and went, and at each stall, bargainers haggled back and forth, each refusing to give in.

When Fu Yuqing arrived at the agreed-upon big willow tree, the sun was just setting.

She saw Wei Liao standing outside the teahouse from afar and slowly walked over.

It's been two months since I last saw this person.

Half a year ago, while she was training in the south, she saw someone being deliberately harassed. Perhaps because she had been rescued by Leng Huan when she escaped from the Fu family years ago, Fu Yuqing felt compassion for people's plight and helped them out of the predicament.

It was just a small favor, but unexpectedly Wei Liao was also heading north, so the two of them went all the way to the Misty Immortal Sect. Later they learned that he wanted to join the sect, but unfortunately he missed the registration deadline.

So Wei Liao had no choice but to stay. The two occasionally met and gradually became friends.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

"Not long, not long, Miss Fu, you've arrived just in time." Seeing her arrive, Wei Liao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

Wei Liao was a man of upright appearance, seemingly without any guile, and was casual and lively. Upon closer inspection, Fu Yuqing realized that he had actually advanced in cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, the last time I saw you was when you were in the early Foundation Establishment stage. You've broken through to the middle stage in such a short time. Congratulations!"

She herself is only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. This was only because Fu Xun gave her the Marrow Cleansing Grass back then, which improved her aptitude and enabled her to quickly establish her foundation. She has been diligently cultivating and has finally achieved her current cultivation level, just one step away from Core Formation.

He was a late bloomer.

Wei Liao shook his head: "It's a pity that I still missed the Immortal Sect's disciple recruitment. I'm already twenty-six, and the trial registration only allows those under 18."

Fu Yuqing was stunned. She really didn't know about this, and Wei Liao looked fair-skinned and beardless, so she couldn't tell his age.

The long street was teeming with people.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks, unsure of what to say. For someone who was hoping to enter the sect through the trials, this seemed like utter despair.

Wei Liao smiled indifferently: "However, it's alright. There's about a month left to recruit handyman disciples. There's no age limit for handyman disciples, so I can sign up."

He asked, "After I join the Immortal Sect, may I see you again?"

Fu Yuqing paused. The Immortal Sect was too large, and there was a difference between the outer and inner sects, not to mention the menial servants. Fu Yuqing hesitated for a moment, "It is possible, but it may not be common."

After thinking for a moment, she advised, "Are you sure you want to be a menial disciple? Menial disciples have low status and their duties are very complicated. I'm afraid you won't be able to concentrate on cultivation. With your talent, it would be a waste to be a menial disciple. Why not go to another sect..."

Wei Liao possesses dual spiritual roots in earth and wood. Originally a mortal, he embarked on the path of immortality by chance. As a rogue cultivator, he has already done his utmost to reach this point through hardship.

He once thought that cultivating immortality was about freeing himself from suffering and preventing the ruthless landlord from oppressing him. He never thought about doing anything great. Meeting Fu Yuqing was truly a lucky thing. He felt that no matter what, being a servant was better than being a mortal.

Most importantly, it allows you to get closer to the fairy.

"It's no pity, no pity. Having a sect is much better than cultivating alone, really!" Wei Liao hurriedly waved his hand in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuqing decided not to further discourage the other person. Besides, how could one know the joy of a fish if one is not a fish?

Moreover, saying any more would be too forward for someone we don't know well.

After the two finished browsing the Fairy Market, Fu Yuqing found a uniquely shaped amulet that resembled a fish but wasn't quite one, and it was lively and cute.

Perfect gift for children!

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Unlike the bustling activity at the foot of the mountain, Mingxiu Peak is very tranquil in the night.

The hot spring was warm, and the mist was diffused under the dim light, making her black hair and snow-white skin look like a dreamlike elf.

Suddenly, a slight disturbance in the air jolted Leng Huan awake. He raised his hand to unleash a water arrow, but his wrist was grabbed.

"My lady, it's me." Fu Xun revealed himself.

This was a new environment, and having just returned from a long journey, Leng Huan was experiencing a bit of stress. Realizing what was happening, she quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "Why are you acting like a thief..."

Leng Huan abruptly stopped speaking, and following Fu Xun's gaze, he looked down and saw Linglong's voluptuous figure, as smooth and lustrous as jade. Damn!

No one understands the distance between couples who have been in a long-distance relationship for a year or two, and now... Leng Huan directly made a hand seal, and instantly wrapped himself in white clothes.

Enraged, her eyebrows shot up: "Fu Xun! Don't look at what you shouldn't!"

It had been a long time since he'd seen her so fierce. Fu Xun touched his nose, making sure he wasn't out of control, and then defended himself, saying, "Senior Sister, don't wrong me. I was just worried you'd fallen asleep since you hadn't come back to your room for so long."

Leng Huan: "Hmph, do you even know what indecent assault is?!"

Fu Xun: "...I understand. My wife, may I take a bath?"

She secretly rolled her eyes. That jerk was cunning. Leng Huan, however, wouldn't let him have his way. Clutching her half-dry, half-wet clothes, she said, "Fine, you wash it yourself. I won't... Ah!"

Her gasp and the sound of Fu Xun jumping into the pool rang out at the same time. Water splashed all over her, soaking her clothes completely. Leng Huan wiped her face and glared at him angrily: "Are you crazy?"

That one glance was truly breathtaking—a mixture of rage and desire, radiant beauty, and a captivating allure, her clothes barely concealing her presence.

Fu Xun originally just wanted to tease her, but now he really couldn't hold back anymore. "Wife, I want to molest you."

Before Leng Huan could even use the magic spell to dry her clothes, her waist tightened, and she stumbled and fell directly into his arms because her feet were on the smooth bottom of the pool.

It looked exactly like he was throwing himself into her arms. Leng Huan was both embarrassed and angry, grabbing his collar with both hands: "You fucking did this on purpose."

Fu Xun took the opportunity to put his arm around her and turn her around, leaning his back against the jade pool: "My wife is right."

She had never seen such a shameless person before, and she was slightly taken aback.

As the water flowed, Leng Huan pressed herself against him, their bodies pressed tightly together. Suddenly, her face flushed slightly. "...Fu Xun, you really are a shameless lecher!"

His robes were slightly disheveled. Fu Xun suppressed his burning breath, his eyes shining as he gazed at her radiant, flushed face with an air of ease. "My wife, we are Daoist partners..."

His hand, which was around her waist, moved, pressing her down. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If it's not open and aboveboard... do you intend to do it secretly...?"

Now they were even closer. Leng Huan trembled slightly, but even her blushing couldn't stop her. "Shut up, don't point a gun at me."

Fu Xun: "..."

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