bullyxtreme Chapter 179 What?
Chapter 179 What?
As the siblings were about to part, Fu Xun said meaningfully, "In this Misty Immortal Sect, I am your support. If you don't like any of the demons and monsters, just fight them back."
The vast immortal sect has countless disciples, both inner and outer. With so many people comes so much trouble, and with so many people comes the martial world. Fu Yuqing is just a small fish in this martial world, so it's perfectly normal for her to encounter some problems.
But now she has powerful backers, and those petty people only dare to slander her from the sidelines, saying that she climbed up through connections, which is nothing more than jealousy of her status.
No matter how hard she tries, she'll still be accused of relying on the chief's younger brother. She can't be bothered with that; what do the prejudices of petty people matter to her?
However, unexpectedly, Fu Xun understood these subtle relationships as soon as he returned.
She smiled nonchalantly: "It's alright, so I will cultivate diligently."
Fu Xun: "Alright, you're currently staying in the inner disciples' compound. Do you want me to change your accommodation?"
Changing places to live is good, but I'm worried that leaving the compound won't be convenient since I have appointments to meet people.
"No need, the compound is quite nice now. I placed in the top 30 in the last inner sect competition, so my accommodation is not bad."
Since that was the case, Fu Xun had explained everything he needed to say, so he nodded and took his leave.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore." Before turning around, Fu Yuqing looked at Leng Huan and Yun Du in the pavilion in the distance, and suddenly said, "She is very good, don't let her down."
Fu Xun's eyes softened, but his voice remained as resolute as ever: "I will not fail you."
The two parted ways, watching Fu Yuqing descend the plank road. Fu Xun walked towards the mother and son, and just as he took a step, he heard a voice transmission: "A-Xun, congratulations on your long and happy life together, may you be together forever on your immortal journey."
Fu Xun paused, but did not turn around. Before the sound had even faded, Fu Yuqing had already flown away on her sword.
"You're done talking so quickly?"
With a shadow looming over him, Leng Huan glanced back at Fu Xun, then turned to look at Yun Du under the pavilion railing, adding, "Baby, don't catch the bugs!" But Yun Du remained unmoved.
"Hmm." Fu Xun responded, then looked intently at Yun Du, who was squatting down observing a caterpillar, its little hands holding a twig as if it were about to be used. Fu Xun was speechless for a moment.
Turning his gaze away from him and ignoring him, Fu Xun sat down next to Leng Huan. He watched her languidly leaning on the railing, yawning to herself, and then adjusting her posture and twisting her waist.
Leng Huan was feeling unwell. After tossing and turning all night, he was getting sleepy when suddenly someone pressed against him, tightened around his waist, and pulled him into someone's arms.
"...?"
"My wife, are you tired?" Fu Xun whispered in her ear.
"..." The pale neck that peeked out from the low-cut collar touched his breath, and felt a little ticklish. Leng Huan immediately shrank his neck and dodged away, shoving Fu Xun's dog head away and snorting coldly: "Go away, don't be so sticky..."
"You knew I was tired, so why didn't you do this sooner?"
Fu Xun wasn't annoyed by being pushed away. His hand around Leng Huan's waist remained still. With a slight pull, he drew Leng Huan closer to him. "Wife, you're mistaken. Let me give you a massage..."
He said he would actually touch her, and Leng Huan's waist was already sensitive, so she almost jumped up and let out a short "Ah!" She quickly covered her mouth, "Ouch, stay away from me!"
In broad daylight, in front of the children, pulling and tugging at each other—what kind of behavior is that?
"Okay, okay," Fu Xun said, not expecting her to react so strongly. He could only hug her and pat her back. "Go back and rest if you're sleepy."
Leng Huan shook his head; his drowsiness was gone.
It was late afternoon, and the sunlight was dazzling, casting dappled patterns on the ground through the tall branches of the flowering trees.
“Fu Xun, sometimes it really feels like a dream…” Leng Huan removed his hand, stood up, stretched, and asked, “Now that you are bound by family ties, do you still want to pursue your path to immortality?”
Since taking Yundu, Leng Huan has occasionally thought about these things. No wonder some people sever their ties to worldly karma; it's a bittersweet experience, entangled in many complexities.
"The path to immortality?" Fu Xun stood tall, asking in a mocking tone, then answered himself, "What is immortality? I have already attained the ultimate bliss in heaven and on earth."
Without hesitation, he pulled Leng Huan close to him, and the two pressed tightly together. Fu Xun looked down into her eyes and said, "With you, I have immortality."
Caught off guard by his embrace, Leng Huan braced her hands against his chest: "...This is, perhaps, maybe, a little unreasonable."
"Not very reasonable?" Fu Xun: "Alright, then I'll get serious. Everything in this world has cause and effect, and reincarnation. If one truly had to sever all ties with family to ascend to immortality, then every cultivator would become a lone wolf. In that case, what would become of sects and families?"
"Leng Huan, your so-called severing of mortal karma is a complete joke. In my opinion, it's just an excuse for those who cultivate the demonic path. They kill whenever they want, yet they still need to find excuses for themselves. Human life is a gift from one's parents; if you truly sever everything, what difference is there between you and the so-called ruthless path?"
He raised his hand to gently stroke her smooth cheek, and then asked, "Tell me, isn't this a fallacy?"
Leng Huan: "...What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless."
The two remained motionless, embracing intimately, easily dispelling Leng Huan's subtle attempts to push him away.
Fu Xun continued to reason with her: "There are three thousand great paths, but there are also cultivators who are stubborn enough to insist on taking the path of ruthlessness."
Throughout history, however, not a single one has succeeded; many have succumbed to demonic possession. Nevertheless, I still believe that if a cultivator adheres to their original aspirations, the Great Dao will eventually respond.
Leng Huan: "...I admit you're right. So, can you let me go?"
Fu Xun: "No! I haven't finished speaking yet."
Leng Huan: "...It's mainly because it's a bit uncomfortable for me to stand on tiptoe."
"..." Fu Xun simply picked her up and placed her on the railing of the corridor. "Now you're all better."
After a moment of silence, and hearing no response, Leng Huan asked, "...Why aren't you saying anything?"
Fu Xun realized during his contemplation: "No matter what, the goal that cultivators yearn for and pursue is cause and effect, which cannot be easily severed. So, don't overthink it."
Thinking wildly? Not really. Leng Huan was just in a daze, suddenly realizing that if Fu Xun had so many entanglements in his heart, how could he still rush headlong towards the original ending?
He is actually a man of strong emotions, not as cold and ruthless as he is portrayed in the original book.
Long Aotian has a Daoist partner and a son. Regardless of whether he is a hero of the world, he is definitely a hero of his family.
The early summer breeze is warm, and the moon shines brightly in the night.
“Leng Huan, you are my path, and the way to protect it is to be firm and resolute.”
These words, spoken in the middle of the night, amidst my intoxicated state and burning breath, seemed like a hallucination.
She was very moved, but...
It wasn't until late at night, when Fu Xun said "Let's do it again," that Leng Huan finally snapped out of his daze.
A shocked "What?" was stuck in his throat and he ultimately didn't utter it.
The next evening, Leng Huan woke up and angrily pounded the bed.
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