20demayo Chapter 118 Never let romantic feelings get in the way!
Chapter 118 Never let romantic feelings get in the way!
—If only I had known, I would have known she wouldn't have been so sarcastic.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on her face. Finding it too dazzling, Leng Huan slowly flipped over like a salted fish, causing the brocade quilt to fall off and revealing her shoulders and neck covered with deep and shallow marks.
Leng Huan blinked once, then blinked again, his expression somewhat dazed.
As autumn drew to a close, insects began to disturb him. Leng Huan thought to himself, "Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."
Unexpectedly, their first meeting after leaving the secret realm ended like this. The sun shone brightly outside the window, and the room... had been cleaned and refreshed.
It was still dark when Fu Xun left, but now the sun is high in the sky.
Leng Huan lay paralyzed on the bed for a long time.
My body aches and pains, and I can't muster the energy to circulate my spiritual power to eliminate them. My mind is filled with questions about why.
Why did Fu Xun suddenly change like this without any warning?
Why would he do that?
There was an incense burner on the wooden table in the corner, burning the cold incense that Fu Chang used. The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of that incense.
Leng Huan suddenly sat up abruptly. That's right! This is the overpowered male protagonist from the original book who could destroy the world!
It was because they had gotten used to each other over the years that she believed Fu Xun was truly a naive and innocent young swordsman.
Thinking that Fu Xun was showing signs of turning evil, Leng Huan felt a chill in his heart. How could this completely distorted plot be brought back together like this?
Is there any reason?
what! ?
...
Leng Huan was eager to find Wang Chen to see where the plot was at.
Having his only piece of clothing ruined for no reason, Leng Huan had no choice but to wear the sect disciple's robes.
After tidying up the small house, Fu Xun had lifted the restrictions. She pushed open the door and set up several more restrictions, completely sealing the place off.
Just then, I received a message from Leng Yan: "Sister Huan, where are you? When do we set off again?"
I almost forgot there was a string of tails waiting for her.
Leng Huan sighed and replied to the message: "Meet me twenty miles outside the city."
...
When Leng Huan appeared, everyone was already prepared, with the same number of carriages as before.
"Sister Huan? What's wrong?" Leng Yan was a little worried when she saw Leng Huan looking disgusted as soon as she got in the car.
"It's nothing." Leng Huan snapped out of his daze and shook his head awkwardly.
My mind is racing, wondering where Fu Xun went and why he always runs away after doing something bad.
Believe it or not, that technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, cough!
And what did he mean by saying he wanted to marry her?
The thought was a bit terrifying; she couldn't imagine the Leng family knowing she was going to marry... wait, Fu Xun is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it doesn't seem so bad after all... ugh!
bah bah bah!
The question is, when did the woman say she wanted to marry him?
Leng Huan pondered carefully. Could it be that she had promised someone something while she was infatuated?
"Sister Huan, where do we go now?"
Lost in his own thoughts, Leng Huan shook his head violently. Impossible! Absolutely impossible, unless she was being controlled.
Leng Yan: "..."
Seeing Leng Yan staring at him strangely, Leng Huan had no choice but to ask her, "What's wrong?" He hadn't heard her question at all.
Leng Yan: "..." Something's not right.
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While Leng Huan led his disciples on their continued eastward training, Fu Xun had already quickly returned to the Misty Immortal Sect.
With his current cultivation level, naturally no one could see him clearly. He moved like the wind, passing through countless disciples in a daze, until he reached the main hall of Sword Peak.
When Zhang Zhao met him, he was undeniably surprised, even looking up at the sky, "Fu Xun?!"
"Why did you suddenly come back?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You, you actually broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Fu Xun bowed and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle. I was trapped in a secret realm by chance and was fortunate enough to break through."
After saying this, he suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down, "Uncle-Master, I have a request."
Seeing his disciple emerge like a rising star, Zhang Zhaoying was delighted, his face beaming with joy. But noticing his unusual behavior, his expression turned serious: "What is it?"
Fu Xun lowered his eyes slightly: "My parents are both dead, and I was rejected by my family. I entered the sect alone, but fortunately, I was taught by my uncle."
“My master is now my closest mentor, I…”
Seeing that he was a little hesitant to speak, Zhang Zhaoying nodded: "Please speak freely."
“Uncle-Master.” Fu Xun raised his eyes, his expression slightly unnatural. “This disciple wishes to become a Daoist couple with Senior Sister Leng Huan, Elder Jiang Ruoyu’s closed-door disciple.”
Zhang Zhaoying: "..."
After a moment's pause, Zhang Zhaoying finally reacted and coughed, "Um... Leng Huan, I heard she's from the Leng family in Beijun City..."
Seeing Zhang Zhaoying's hesitant expression, Fu Xun's heart tightened: "Yes, I was engaged to her when I was young, but it was called off due to an accident."
Zhang Zhaoying stood up and paced back and forth. "Her social status is indeed a good match for yours, but the sect leader also intends to take you as his son-in-law... Have you thought it through?"
Marriage to Ji Linlang essentially confirms his position as the next sect leader of the Misty Immortal Sect; it remains to be seen how he will choose.
Fu Xun was surprised to encounter such a thing. He shook his head resolutely and said, "I have long admired Senior Sister Leng and am unwilling to marry someone else. Moreover, I know that I am not worthy of Fairy Piaomiao. As for other things, I will obtain them through my own abilities."
"This disciple would like to ask my master to help discuss with Elder Jiang the matter of my forming a sworn brotherhood with Senior Sister Leng." After saying this, he bowed to Zhang Zhao.
"Get up first," Zhang Zhaoying helped him up. "Are you really determined to have no other choice but her?"
Fu Xun stood up and nodded firmly: "I will marry no one but her."
Looking at the increasingly tall and determined young man, Zhang Zhaoying suddenly snorted, "Nephew, you must not let your emotions get the better of you."
Fu Xun shook his head: "Uncle-Master, I have never cultivated the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness. Besides, true feelings and true nature are the true meaning of life. Only by loving one person and loving the world can one achieve a clear and open mind."
In the dust of this world, I would rather love or hate.
Zhang Zhaoying asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that a hero's spirit will falter?"
Fu Xun countered, "How could a true hero be short of breath?"
"..." Zhang Zhaoying sighed and patted his shoulder, "You are ambitious, young and vigorous, and courageous. I hope you will always remember these words today and go further and further on your path."
Fu Xun: "This disciple will remember my master's teachings. As for Elder Jiang..."
Zhang Zhaoying: "Never mind, come see me again at this time tomorrow."
Who told him to take on this disciple on behalf of his senior brother? And since he personally taught him, it was even better than being taught by a master.
Fu Xun breathed a sigh of relief.
Standing in front of my own courtyard gate, looking at the sun high in the sky, my thoughts suddenly drifted away.
It's been two days.
—Is she still angry? Where is she? When will she return to the sect?
It turns out that the inner demons quietly arose in the secret realm of water and flower forest, and the more one thought about them, the deeper they became.
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Leng Huan was completely puzzled and kept getting distracted. When her disciples were fighting monsters, she would watch absentmindedly; when her disciples were helping the old man plow the field, she would chew on a blade of grass and drift off into thought...
After half a month, they finally arrived at a range of mountains outside the Eastern Capital.
According to local villagers, people have been disappearing from time to time in recent years, seemingly due to the appearance of a ferocious monster. However, the local government and other authorities have sent people to search the area, but have found nothing.
Leng Huan shook off her thoughts. According to the rules of reading novels, this abnormal situation must be very problematic. She thought for a moment and decided that as long as it wasn't someone in the Nascent Soul stage, she could try to feel it.
Annoyed by Fu Xun's affairs, and having stumbled upon this opportunity, he simply led his disciples into the mountains... Nomura.
"Remember to gather as much intelligence as possible from the villages. If there are any problems, send a signal first, then run away and find me."
After speaking, Leng Huan waved his hand, dismissing his disciples.
This was a remote mountain village where people relied on the mountains for their livelihood. In fact, as soon as she got close, she sensed something amiss, but she pretended not to know and didn't bother to alert her disciples.
At dusk, the disciples gathered together. Leng Yan leaned closer to Leng Huan, glanced at the villagers who were furtively observing them, and said:
"Sister Huan, a few years ago, a family in the village took in a son-in-law who lived with them. Not long after, their daughter died unexpectedly. Since then, people have been disappearing from the village every year, and gradually, people have been disappearing from the nearby towns as well."
Leng Huan nodded: "Xiao Wu, you and Murong Bao have the highest cultivation levels. I will keep watch tonight. You lead the people to light a bonfire and gather together. No one is allowed to leave alone."
These disciples obeyed Leng Huan's every command, going east if told to go west, and chasing dogs if told to catch chickens; they were very obedient.
Leng Huan sneezed as he spoke.
———In the Misty Immortal Sect, at the Refining Peak, Jiang Ruoyu and Zhang Zhao sat facing each other with a chessboard between them, making moves idly.
"Senior Brother Jiang, what's your decision?" Zhang Zhaoying couldn't help but urge Jiang Ruoyu as he slowly and deliberately considered the placement of the white pieces.
Jiang Ruoyu slowly placed his piece, stroking his short beard. "Junior Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't want to agree, but I'm just my disciple's nominal master. She has family elders to rely on, so I can't make decisions for her."