bullyxtreme Chapter 184 is required.
Chapter 184 is required.
The ninth level of the Qiankun Tower.
Leng Huan carefully examined the little tower spirit in front of her, reaching out to touch its bun head, but it dodged away. She asked, "What's your name?"
The tower spirit floated cross-legged in mid-air. Upon hearing this, it shook its head and said, "I have no name. My true form has been called Qiankun Tower since I had memories. I awoke in the secret realm."
At first, I didn't know it was a secret realm or what era it was. It wasn't until cultivators entered that I realized several thousand years had passed, and the Taiyi Sect had disappeared from people's memories..."
Leng Huan frowned. "Taiyi Sect? Never heard of it. About seven or eight thousand years ago, the Great War of Hongyuan took place on the continent, and many records were lost in the flames of war."
Therefore, the Taiyi Sect must have existed before the Battle of Hongyuan. Your true form was likely the Taiyi Sect's most prized treasure. It's just a mystery why such a powerful sect was reduced to ruins and sealed away as a secret realm.
He secretly drooled over the tower spirit. This was the inheritance of an ancient and powerful sect. As long as he had land, he could directly establish a sect.
The tower spirit was unaware that the human before it coveted its true form. In the few months since it had been out, it had become a bit more lively. The outside world was indeed vast, with many interesting things to see. It had previously explored other cities and witnessed the myriad aspects of this world.
"Hmph, you want my treasure? You're just as bad as that bully!" Thinking about being bound by a contract, the tower spirit was indignant. It turned around in mid-air, refusing to look at her: "Humans are all wicked after all!"
A bully? Are you talking about Fu Xun?
Leng Huan couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, what did he do to you?"
"This bully is forcing me to cultivate, wanting me to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible so he can open the treasure vault! Bah! Spiritual cultivation isn't that simple!"
They either need to be tempered in a special environment, or they need rare and precious materials to replenish their strength, or they can only advance after tens or thousands of years have passed.
"I see," Leng Huan knew this guy wanted a treasure for cultivation, and after thinking for a moment, he took out a Thousand-Thread Snow Lotus. "That must have been hard on you. Tsk, I'm very poor, this is all I have. Do you want it?"
Upon smelling the delicate fragrance imbued with spiritual energy, the tower spirit's eyes lit up. This spiritual herb possessed extremely pure spiritual power; it was a valuable item. It nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Taling hugged the Thousand-Thread Snow Lotus, which was bigger than his head, and took a satisfied breath. Leng Huan rolled his eyes and said, "Actually, my wedding with that bully is in a month. There will be lots of good things at the banquet. Do you want to go out?"
Good stuff? After so many days, the tower spirit already knew that the bully had a high status and that this sect was a large sect, so he didn't feel that he was at too much of a loss. Of course, it would be good to be able to get out.
"I want to go out, but it's inconvenient for me to appear in public."
"You can transform into my pet, like a kitten or a puppy or something."
So, after Leng Huan went into seclusion for a month and came out, Ming Xiufeng had a little white Pomeranian.
In the main house, the Tower Spirit looked at itself in the mirror and was immediately dissatisfied. It barked at Leng Huan, "How did I become like this? Didn't you say I was a tall and mighty mastiff?"
The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a round, white, tiny, fluffy little dog!
It felt it had been deceived.
Seeing the tower spirit so anxious that it kept biting its own tail, Leng Huan suppressed a laugh and patted its head to comfort it: "Don't worry, it won't always be like this. In the Misty Immortal Sect, you can pretend to be a puppy, but outside you can pretend to be Yun Du's older brother and be my good son."
"Pah! Don't even think about taking advantage of me! You liar... Ah, I like snow lotus."
Leng Huan stuffed a spiritual medicine into its mouth and instructed, "Don't speak once you're outside. Act convincingly. Also, I have a wolfhound spirit pet in the next room. You can play with it."
The tower spirit, carrying the snow lotus, jumped onto the table, too lazy to pay attention to her, and began to cultivate.
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"Mother, you're finally back!"
As soon as Leng Huan arrived at the front hall, she saw the two children return. Yun Du happily ran over and hugged her leg. Leng Huan squatted down and rubbed his head. His hair had grown a lot and was barely covered with a headscarf, revealing his small forehead.
"Where did you go with your father?" Leng Huan asked, holding his hand.
"We went to the Refining Peak to play." Yun Du turned to look at his father. "Father picked up Sang Biao and Xiao Bai today."
Occasionally, Sang Biao would take his family to play elsewhere. Now that Leng Huan has returned, they mostly live in Mingxiu Peak. The room on the left side of the main house is Yun Du's children's room, and the room on the right is the pet room.
Leng Huan no longer stayed at Fenglin Garden often; he treated it as a separate residence, occasionally visiting his master to discuss scriptures.
"Come on, Sang Biao, Xiao Bai, I'll take you to play." At the leader of the children's orders, the two, one yellow and one white, ran off.
The elderly mother and father remained silent. The late summer sun was still scorching, and a gentle breeze was refreshing.
"How has it been with Yun Du this past month?" Leng Huan nudged the arm of the person next to him with his shoulder.
Because Leng Huan had been traumatized and her mind was filled with thoughts of cultivation, Fu Xun would dismiss her with the word "cultivation" whenever he approached her. This went on for several days, and he almost thought that Leng Huan was tired of him. He wisely stopped bothering her, but she simply went into the tower to cultivate in seclusion.
It took her a whole month to come out. Fu Xun could tell at a glance that her cultivation had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. After a long silence, he asked, "You finally decided to come out?"
He took care of the baby like a widow for a month, and also had to properly set up protective barriers to guard the main house for her protection. So, he slept in the children's room with Yun Du for a month!
Lian Yundu was used to his parents disappearing for a period of time from time to time to cultivate. The little boy understood that this was what closed-door cultivation was like, where you couldn't see your parents for a while.
However, he didn't find it boring at all. There were just too many people in the Misty Immortal Sect, and the territory was too big. He could go to a different place every day and still not get enough fun. It was so much fun!
What does it mean to be willing to give up something? Leng Huan touched his nose, actually because he was afraid that if his cultivation level increased too quickly, people would become suspicious.
She changed the subject: "Well, you must be having a hard time taking care of the kids..."
The two walked slowly towards the main house. She told her about the tower spirit's shapeshifting: "I let it out for some fresh air occasionally. The wedding was so lively, it's good for it to see the world. Oh, it doesn't like this puppy form yet, I think it's quite cute..."
She gradually stopped trying to make conversation, and Fu Xun suddenly stopped, glancing at her without saying a word.
Leng Huan hesitated. Was he angry? Did she need to coax him?
How do I coax her? She doesn't know how; she's never chased anyone before.
After thinking for a while, Leng Huan prepared herself mentally. She first approached him naturally, then secretly hooked her fingertips around his fingertips. When they touched, he didn't refuse, so Leng Huan felt relieved and gently took his hand.
After a long silence, the two spoke at the same time.
"Do you want to cultivate together?"
Do you want to sleep with me?
The air became instantly still yet deafening.
Fu Xun was surprised.
Cold petrification.
The former was asked by Fu Xun, and the latter by Leng Huan. Her original intention was to ask if someone wanted to sleep, but she slipped up.
Suddenly snapping out of it, Leng Huan hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "No, I meant, do you want to go to sleep? Yun Du should take a nap..."
Fu Xun laughed this time, and his voice sounded very sarcastic and had a different meaning when it reached Leng Huan's ears.
He casually leaned close to Leng Huan's ear and whispered a single word.
"want."
Leng Huan: "..." Keep your mouth shut!
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