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

Chapter 159 The People Will Return

(Perhaps I wrote too quickly in the early stages, and there are many bugs in the setting and plot. I have become aware of many shortcomings. In the beginning, I was writing blindly, and I did lack control. I was writing impromptu, writing whatever came to mind, which was very inadequate.)

Thank you to all the readers who have accompanied me along the way. As I write, I'm hesitating about whether to go faster or slower, and whether to make it longer.

I'll try my best to continue writing according to my original outline and fill in the gaps. I feel I've gained a lot of experience from this book, and I think I can write a smoother one next time.

Another point is that there are some differences in the thinking of authors (between people). For example, I feel that I can accept some plots, so I write them that way.

To be honest, I have a pretty high tolerance for certain types of content; I can read through stories I like. As a result, my writing sometimes has these kinds of flaws, so I'm very grateful for everyone's tolerance and encouragement towards a semi-new author.

Thank you for your understanding. (bowing)

Wishing everyone continued success and peace!

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Fu Xun looked at the tall rock pillars in front of him. He roughly counted thirty-six pillars arranged in a regular pattern, which were the pillar bases.

At this moment, the great formation quieted down, and the stone pillars seemed unremarkable. Fu Xun pondered a feasible way to break the formation.

He was so different from these weathered and disheveled old cultivators that he immediately caught the eye of those with ulterior motives.

Just as he was considering the possibility of uniting all the cultivators to break the formation, he suddenly heard a voice enter his sea of ​​consciousness: "You are also a newcomer, aren't you? I suggest you don't act rashly."

This was a secret method of transmitting sound. Fu Xun probed his surroundings with his divine sense, but he didn't know who was reminding him.

Fu Xun replied: Who are you?

"It can be seen from the side and rear, behind the millstone rock."

Fu Xun turned around naturally and indeed found a millstone-shaped rock more than ten feet behind him.

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The secret snow sea.

More than two months have passed since Fu Xun went missing, and Leng Huan and Xiao Yundu are about to celebrate their fifth full moon.

Still in that cave, Leng Huan didn't want to leave, nor did he dare to venture alone into the snowy sea with the child, for fear of getting lost.

During the day, they would take the children out for fresh air, hunt some monsters, and make supplementary food.

The child has grown up quite a bit, but her little face hasn't gotten thinner from her care. Fortunately, Fu Xun left behind a storage ring for clothes, so there are enough supplies.

The baby, who is nearly eleven months old, is a bit hyperactive now. He crawls well and likes to stand while holding on to something, so Leng Huan had to take out a bed and stools to set up for him to play with. The cave dwelling had been renovated by her and was no longer rough around the edges.

But, well, kids always stumble and fall. This kid didn't cry when he fell. Leng Huan thought it might be because he was chubby and dressed warmly, so the fall didn't hurt.

"Yay..."

"Wait a minute, baby, you'll be able to eat soon, sweetie."

The only downside was that the prepared food was all eaten, and now her son was hungry. When it was time to eat, Leng Huan realized that there was no more spirit porridge... so she had to make it on the spot.

Feeling secretly guilty, Leng Huan reflected on himself, realizing that he had been preoccupied with Fu Xun and had neglected the little guy.

Xiao Yundu seemed to be starving, and reached out to tug at her clothes. Leng Huan looked down and saw that he had finished eating his spiritual fruit.

He hurriedly handed him a new one, and Leng Huan stroked his son's head with worry, "Did I raise a piglet?"

Xiao Yundu immediately stopped fussing, took the spirit fruit with his chubby little hands, and grinned, "Ya ya..."

Leng Huan paused, then continued to cook the porridge using the knuckle duster. Once the heat was right, he added minced meat.

Looking at Xiaoyundu, whose white gums had just started to sprout a few days ago, today the tips of his teeth have finally emerged from the ground.

The aroma of meat porridge gradually filled the cave. Xiao Yundu smelled the meat and instantly lost interest in the spirit fruit. He took two bites and threw it away, then started tugging at his mother's sleeves with his two paws.

Leng Huan: "..."

Sigh, she's so busy every day, playing with the kids, that she doesn't really have much time to think about what's going on with Fu Xun.

I wonder when he will return. Leng Huan put down the alchemy cauldron and picked up a wooden bowl and spoon to feed his son.

With a flick of his spiritual energy, the porridge cooled to a warm temperature.

"Hey, slow down, son..." Leng Huan was distracted for a moment, and Xiao Yundu reached into the bowl to grab it, and even tried to snatch the spoon, almost knocking the bowl over.

Leng Huan immediately put aside his thoughts and focused on feeding the child.

Alright, let's deal with the small one first. As for the big one... he's a Nascent Soul cultivator!

She firmly believed that the person would come back.

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Mirage Desert.

"Is the senior reminding me not to act impulsively?"

After politely bowing, Fu Xun sized up the people opposite him, unsure of who had sent him the telepathic message.

One of them carried a sword on his back, with bright and resolute features. He was dressed simply, his clothes were old but not tattered, and apart from his stubble beard, his mental state was acceptable. He was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

This was already one of the top cultivators Fu Xun had ever seen.

Most people's cultivation level has regressed to the Golden Core stage, with only twenty or thirty Nascent Soul cultivators out of nearly a hundred!

The second person was exceptionally handsome, with an extremely refined and elegant appearance. Fu Xun had never seen such a "beautiful" male cultivator before, especially in this environment, making him seem rather out of place.

Thirdly, that person was of average appearance, but had an upright demeanor.

Fu Xun concluded that these people were a group, and completely different from the salted fish trio he had encountered years ago.

Although his face looked weathered, he was definitely not an old man!

They... are in good spirits! They are the kind of people he wants to ally with—rational and clear-headed, wanting to leave, but not insane.

They are looking for allies, and Fu Xun is also looking for allies!

The man carrying the sword bowed and stepped forward: "I am the one who sent you this message. It has been over a thousand years since any new cultivators have appeared. This time, the Flying Immortal Realm must be opening again."

Perhaps because they were both sword cultivators, Fu Xun felt a certain liking for this person, so he nodded: "That's right, when I came in, less than two years had passed since the secret realm was established."

As soon as he finished speaking, another loud bang came from afar. Everyone looked over and saw that it was the new cultivators who had joined forces to launch another attack. The onlookers were ready to fly away and dodge when the gale of the formation came. But the next moment, the formation unleashed its power, and a white light burst forth. It was extremely fast and sucked two Nascent Soul cultivators back into the air!

Everyone was shocked!

Fu Xun was taken aback. So this was how the so-called "absorbing the earth" drained several Nascent Soul cultivators!

The two Nascent Soul cultivators captured by the white light were completely powerless to resist, and were drained dry in a short time.

In an instant, he suffered the five signs of decay and fell back to the mortal realm. His appearance became visibly emaciated, and he didn't have much time left to live.

The onlookers were terrified.

The handsome young man sneered, "You're courting death!"

The ordinary-looking cultivator shook his head: "That's why everyone is hesitant to make a move."

The sword cultivator sighed regretfully, "What a pity, every missing cultivator means a loss of strength. This formation is mysterious; it will randomly backfire when impacted."

Suddenly it's a gale, then a spiritual pressure attack, and then it absorbs spiritual energy. The power consumed by a cultivator's attacks will be reclaimed from the cultivator.

Fu Xun looked slightly taken aback: "So unconventional?"

The middle-aged swordsman nodded: "We have been trapped for thousands of years, willing but unable. After exploring for so many years, we have finally found a certain strategy. We are looking for like-minded people to form an alliance to break the formation, which is why I called you here."

"Indeed, those who were trapped earlier... sigh... let's not talk about them."

Fu Xun understood that those who had entered earlier had already perished, their bones reduced to white bones, while the rest had either become golden cores or gone mad.

The handsome young man, with his early Nascent Soul cultivation, possessed a cool and aloof demeanor. Even at this level, he remained impeccably groomed, his stubble neatly shaved. He glanced at Fu Xun and reminded him, "What you need to be careful about is staying away from those crazy and extreme cultivators."

"I'll kill someone on the spot if I don't like them."

kill?

Fighting in a spiritless environment is a complete waste of spiritual energy, isn't it?

Fu Xun turned to look at the isolated Nascent Soul cultivator in the distance. The man's expression was sinister, his eyes sweeping over the frightened cultivators around him. He exhaled through his nostrils and shouted at the Nascent Soul and other cultivators who had finally escaped the white light of the formation:

"Hey! You newbies, don't you know the rules? If you want to break the formation, you should form an alliance with us first! How about it?"

Before the Nascent Soul cultivator could reply, Fu Xunxin sent a telepathic message: "Fellow Daoist, don't be hasty. This person is radical and erratic; it's not advisable to form an alliance with him. I'm also a newcomer." To the right rear, the millstone rock was visible.

It's clear that this Nascent Soul cultivator is highly skilled and daring, but also a bit impatient. We can bring him over, since Nascent Soul cultivators seem to be quite rare!

The Nascent Soul cultivator in the dark blue robe immediately replied: Oh? A newcomer?

Fu Xun: Exactly.

The next second, the person appeared in front of them.

Fu Xun was speechless. Didn't he know that spiritual energy shouldn't be wasted? This person really liked using spiritual energy.

Having put on enough of a show, the Nascent Soul cultivator asked, "Do you intend to form an alliance to break the formation?"

Fu Xun: "Of course, I want to go out."

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