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

Chapter 188 He's over 4 years old...

Since the gathering at Mingxiu Peak, the number of guests has been increasing, and Fu Xun would occasionally go to the main peak to entertain guests.

Leng Huan, as the host, led Yun Du and Qi Ruxing and others on a tour of the sect. He also introduced Leng Yan and Leng Feng. After ten days, having finished touring the sect, everyone unanimously decided to visit the Lantern Festival in the Immortal City.

This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the wedding ceremony will be held three days after the festival.

The group walked down the street. Apart from their good looks, they didn't seem out of place. The Misty Immortal City had been incredibly lively lately.

Because the Misty Immortal Sect is about to hold a grand ceremony, there are countless cultivators from outside the sect. Just walking on the street, a quick glance at the cultivators coming and going reveals that each one has an extraordinary temperament, wearing immortal robes adorned with precious jewels that gleam.

The immortal city activated its anti-flight formation, and this commotion was expected to last all night.

Yun Du enjoyed the lively atmosphere and had recently become familiar with everyone. He was nestled in Leng Feng's arms and pointed to the lantern performance team in the middle of the avenue, where there was a huge phoenix dancing in the sky lantern: "Uncle, look, that lantern is so beautiful, it's a big rooster!"

Everyone: "..."

Leng Huan: "That's a phoenix."

Yun Du: "Is it delicious?"

unbelievable!

Leng Huan quickly took out a spirit fruit to gag him, somewhat regretting not having Fu Xun take him with him.

Qi Ruxing couldn't help but chuckle, the hairpin on her head swaying slightly. "Little Yundu is very lucky."

Without thinking much, Leng Huan blurted out, "Mischievous is more like it. You and Young Master Fang could try having one." She didn't see Qi Ruxing and Fang Shendu freeze at the same time.

Qi Ruxing just smiled and didn't reply, secretly pulling her hand away from Fang Shendu's grasp.

After walking for a while, more and more people appeared. When Leng Huan turned around, he realized that Leng Yan and Murong Bao had left the group and gone to the lantern stall at some point.

Shen Hanyan went to the street to look at the lanterns, and Wang Chen followed her almost imperceptibly.

Qi Ruxing and his companion were unaware that they had fallen behind at some point.

Leng Huan withdrew his gaze, leaving only Leng Feng, the single guy, holding Yun Du and shooting wherever he was pointed.

"Uncle, look over there, a little higher..."

"Uncle, look at the one on the right..."

"Uncle, hurry up, look at that one ahead..."

The surroundings were noisy and chaotic, but the child's voice was clearly audible. Leng Huan followed and occasionally saw disciples of the Immortal Sect on duty, with a post every hundred meters. On such special holidays, the disciples' mission rewards were very high.

After walking through the street and arriving at the square, I heard a bang, and instantly fireworks filled the sky. This was a performance specially arranged by the City Affairs Bureau, featuring skilled folk artists. It was somewhat similar to iron-sparkling, but perhaps due to the addition of special materials, it looked even more spectacular, with colorful sparks scattering like stars.

Suddenly feeling the space around him fluctuate, Fu Xun appeared the next second. Leng Huan quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, and his voice could be heard in the noisy background: "Wife, I went back and you weren't there."

Leng Huan exclaimed, "...I told Qiuyue Dongxue."

Hearing the voice, Yun Du turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "Father!"

Fu Xunchao nodded coldly, took the cloud-crossing, and even pretended to call out "Big Brother" before asking, "Where are the others?"

Hearing him call him that, Leng Feng shuddered, feeling a strange sense of death. He shook his head, said something, and hurriedly left.

"They went off to have fun." Leng Huan watched Leng Feng disappear into the crowd quickly, then turned his gaze to Fu Xun, thinking to himself, "This guy isn't exactly a menacing figure."

Fu Xun, who wasn't exactly fierce-looking, put Yun Du on his neck and continued shopping with Leng Huan in his hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned out of the crowd, I saw Fu Yuqing. She was also down the mountain, and... she was accompanied by a male cultivator.

"Sister!" Fu Xun switched the Cloud Ferry to her hand, and looked at Fu Yuqing and the servant disciple strangely. "You're here too."

Hearing the familiar voices, Fu Yuqing thought she was hallucinating. When she turned around, she saw that it really was the family of three.

"A-Xun, Huan-Xue, it really is you two." Fu Yuqing's eyes crinkled as she approached and called out to the children, "Yun Du, do you still remember your aunt?"

Yun Du nodded. He occasionally saw Fu Yuqing, and he remembered her clearly, "Aunt Yuqing."

Seeing their familiarity with each other, the young man next to them was already stunned.

Fu Yuqing introduced, "By the way, this is my friend Wei Liao. He just joined the sect two months ago." She nodded to Wei Liao and said, "This is my cousin and his Daoist partner."

The atmosphere was somewhat subtle. Putting aside Leng Huan, just looking at Fu Xun, his aura was unfathomable, and the distinctive mark of his robes was very obvious. The jade pendant at his waist clearly indicated his identity.

He was a figure who was like a mountain to all the disciples of the sect.

Even Wei Liao, a newly arrived handyman disciple, knew about it; it was widely known through word of mouth, not to mention that the wedding of an important person was in three days.

Wei Liao felt like he was dreaming. It turned out that the famous senior disciple and future sect leader was actually Fu Yuqing's younger brother.

Feeling the gaze sweep over from the Nascent Soul cultivator felt like an immense weight pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.

"Junior Brother Wei?" When Fu Yuqing gently tugged at his sleeve, Wei Liao finally regained his composure, tried his best to calmly raise his hand and perform a standard greeting, saying slowly and deliberately, "Greetings, Senior Brother, Senior Sister Leng."

Fu Xun nodded slightly without saying anything, while Leng Huan nodded gently: "Hello."

"Cousin, would you like to join us?" Leng Huan invited Fu Yuqing, but Fu Yuqing didn't want to disturb their family's trip, nor could she leave Wei Liao behind. She gave Wei Liao a reassuring smile, then shook her head at Leng Huan and Fu Yuqing, "No, you all have a good time. Wei Liao and I will head back in a little while."

Thus, the two went their separate ways.

If Wei Liao initially thought Fu Yuqing was just a simple inner disciple, he could still get closer to her step by step through his talent and hard work. Now that he knows she is actually the elder sister of the chief disciple, this invisible gap cannot be bridged by his efforts alone.

Wei Liao was greatly discouraged. He watched Leng Huan and the other person turn into the crowd and walk away. When he looked back and saw Fu Yuqing's face, which looked very beautiful against the backdrop of the dazzling lights, he was very depressed and didn't dare to let her know his thoughts.

Fu Yuqing was a little surprised that the usually lively man had become quiet, thinking he was frightened. She comforted him, "You don't need to be so reserved. The chief and the others are all very good-natured. Didn't you just say there were lanterns by the river? Come on, let's go take a look."

Wei Liao then remembered that he had said he would take her to see the river lanterns, and scratched his head to cover up his embarrassment: "Haha, it's okay, then let's go."

The two people went to the riverbank to perform the Errenzhuan (a traditional Chinese folk art form).

Leng Huan glanced back at Fu Yuqing and Wei Liao from afar; they had already merged into the crowd.

"That Wei Liao from earlier, right? He seems to have quite a bit of talent. He just joined the sect as a handyman, and he must have been a rogue cultivator before. To have the cultivation of the late Foundation Establishment stage is not simple."

"What a pity... If you went to another sect, you would definitely be an inner disciple." Leng Huan handed a string of candied spirit fruit gourds to Yun Du.

Fu Xun held Yun Du firmly, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. "Judging from his fortune, to reach this level with dual spiritual roots is considered above average."

"Yes, judging from his personality, he seems quite composed. He's in his early twenties. Oh, I suddenly remembered, I'm already..."

Looking up at Fu Xun, Leng Huan pointed to himself, his eyes widening: "Already, over forty!"

"My God! I'm so old."

Leng Huan touched his hair and murmured as he looked up at the sky, "It's been so many years..."

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