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

Chapter 132 is naturally about keeping a mistress in a golden house.

The two of them had tacitly kept quiet about what happened in the cabin, as if they had forgotten about it, but now the old story was brought up again.

Leng Huan regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, hugging the blanket and curling up into a ball. Impulsiveness is the devil.

Fu Xun didn't expect her to ask that question. His ears turned red in the dim light. Of course, he wouldn't forget that kind of thing; in fact, he still remembered it vividly.

After a long pause, he turned to face Leng Huan, his body suddenly aroused by her. He silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to suppress his physical reaction before asking, "If I say I don't remember, you definitely won't believe me. So, what does Senior Sister want to say?"

In this darkness, Fu Xun's aura would be incredibly powerful, even though he was lying down. Leng Huan dared not move, observing potential predators like a little field mouse.

But she still wanted to know, so after a long silence, she finally decided to ask: "...Are you...possessed by demonic possession? Do you...have inner demons?"

Based on his current experience, Leng Huan couldn't figure out why he developed inner demons, or why these inner demons caused him to become uncontrollable.

Fu Xun slowly sat up, resting his elbows on his bent knees, and looked at her for a while, propping his chin up: "You know?"

Leng Huan looked at him and said, "I guessed."

Fu Xun tilted her head: "So, Senior Sister, is that why you're afraid of me?"

"of course not."

"What's that for?"

"It's nothing. What I mean is, I'm not afraid of you!"

She was always stubborn but soft-hearted. Fu Xun smiled faintly in the dim light and shadow, "Leng Huan, I'm sorry for scaring you last time. As for the inner demon, it might be... you."

His inner demon is me? What does that have to do with me?!

Leng Huan gripped the corner of the blanket tightly. "Why?"

Fu Xun didn't answer that question. Instead, he asked her softly, "Leng Huan, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"..." Leng Huan shifted his gaze to his blanket. "Of course not. Then, what if, I mean, what if I lied to you?"

Fu Xun finally smiled genuinely, his voice gentle: "Then you'd better be prepared... to be caught by me, or you can lie to me for the rest of your life and never be discovered."

Leng Huan was startled, and the blanket in her hands crumpled. She suddenly looked up at Fu Xun, "Of course not! I'm talking about hypothetical! So, if you grabbed me, it's because you... hate me to the bone and want to grind me to dust?"

"Of course not—" Fu Xun raised his hand, gently stroked her cheek, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice remained gentle: "If I catch you, I'll naturally keep you as a mistress and indulge in nightly revelry."

Leng Huan froze: "..."

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

It took her a long time to react. She pushed his hand away and said, "Fu Xun, how could you think like that!"

That's terrifying! Leng Huan decided that once Wang Chen recovered, he would definitely make a prop, just in case!

Fu Xun loved her quirky yet adorable appearance the most, and teased her upon hearing this, "Why can't I think like that?"

Leng Huan earnestly reasoned with him: "That's inhumane! How can you deprive someone of their personal freedom? Everyone is their own person, and no one should become someone else's imprisoned pet!"

It suddenly became dark literature! It won't pass censorship!

Fu Xun laughed again, cracking his knuckles: "Alright, of course we can't do that unless absolutely necessary. So, if you're scared, then you can't lie to me."

Leng Huan's expression softened slightly, but he still stubbornly said, "I already told you it's not that I'm afraid of you... um..."

Seeing Leng Huan's relieved expression, Fu Xun suddenly leaned in and grabbed the back of her head, lingering there for a moment. Leng Huan was stunned for a moment before she reacted and struggled. Just as she was about to bite him again, Fu Xun took advantage of the situation. This time... Leng Huan's eyes widened, feeling like she was suffocating!

Well……

She couldn't struggle anymore. Just when she felt she was about to suffocate, Fu Xun released her again. Leng Huan finally took a deep breath. Then, taking advantage of her being off guard, Fu Xun cupped her face and kissed her red lips. Leng Huan couldn't bear it any longer and raised her foot to kick him. Then Fu Xun disappeared from the room once again.

"Senior sister, it's so sweet." The lingering sound echoed.

Depend on!

Leng Huan pounded the bed hard, just like he always did!

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Frustrated, she grabbed the blanket and rolled around in agony. Why did he have to act like a pervert?!

Damn! She's a female supporting character determined to tame Long Aotian! She absolutely cannot admit defeat!

Next time, I'll definitely get my revenge!

After comforting himself, Leng Huan fell asleep on the quilt without realizing it.

Fu Xun stood on the roof of Xiankeju, braving the biting wind, until he was completely chilled before finally returning inside.

Seeing that she was asleep, he felt a little empty, but also relieved. He gently lay down on the bed, pressed her pressure point to put her to sleep, and then pulled her into his arms and they fell asleep together.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get close to her at all. After many years, the fact that I was able to secretly hold her in my arms for the first time while staying at the same inn was already a huge step forward.

Fu Xun also comforted himself.

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The next day, Leng Huan was awakened by a knock on the door. When he opened his eyes, the sun was high in the sky.

Fu Xun's blanket was folded neatly, and she lay down in her own spot, behaving herself properly, which was very good.

It seems he didn't come back all night.

The door creaked open—

"Sister Huan, how did you sleep?" Leng Yan stood at the door, greeting Leng Huan with great energy.

"pretty good."

Leng Huan stretched and stepped out of the room, seeing Fu Xun standing in the corridor waiting. She glanced at the sky and asked, "Have you been outside the whole time?"

The question was asking where he had been. Fu Xun nodded without changing his expression: "Hmm."

"..." Leng Yan, who had clearly seen Fu Xun come out of his room early in the morning, dared not say a word.

Alright, I wanted to talk about something, but he started acting like a scoundrel without warning. Leng Huan took a breath of cold air, and now it was not a good time to argue with him.

The group slowly walked to the front room to check on Wang Chen, who was still asleep. Leng Huan told Shen Hanyan that they planned to take Leng Yan out to broaden her horizons.

Nandu is one of the five major capitals of the Divine Dynasty. It is very prosperous and is mainly a gathering place for cultivators. The Nandu Royal Palace is the most prestigious, located in the center of the Immortal Market. The eastern part of the entire Nandu city is also called the East City.

The west side is mostly inhabited by mortals. The city lord's mansion is located in the west, which is the center of the western city. From a distance, the buildings on the east and west sides are clearly distinct, separated by the inner city wall. The buildings in the east city are like a celestial palace, with overlapping eaves and swirling mist. There are even countless small hills in the city. The royal mansion is located on the hill, a magnificent palace complex.

Most of the capitals had similar layouts, but the Central Capital was more magnificent, sacred, and solemn, inspiring awe in countless ordinary people.

"Sister?"

"fine."

Leng Yan: "?"

Stopping in their tracks, Leng Huan turned away from the royal palace behind the wide avenue ahead, amidst Fu Xun's questioning gaze. He then led Leng Yan towards the Immortal Gathering, with Fu Xun keeping his aura low as he followed beside her.

What a magnificent dynasty, a dynasty that has stood for thousands of years. But as the saying goes, those who do many evil deeds will surely perish.

Daring to associate with the demon race means being destined to be rejected by the righteous immortal sects. When they were powerful, they crushed other small sects and seized territory and resources. Apart from a few super sects that have existed for thousands of years, they dared not provoke the Divine Dynasty. It can be said that the Divine Dynasty was extremely domineering.

The entire population of the divine dynasty supported a single royal family, making the royal family essentially a super-family larger than any other aristocratic family.

However, everything that flourishes must eventually decline. Just like the once prosperous Holy Clan, isn't it now a place where the clan is sparsely populated and its talents are dwindling?

The legendary Ancestor of the Divine Dynasty is a cultivator who survived the Great War of Hongyuan. He hasn't appeared for hundreds of years, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

Tsk, looking at it this way, they're all pretty much the same. What great families and sects? Their ancestors haven't appeared in public for hundreds of years. Even the Nascent Soul stage cultivators rarely show up.

Leng Huan doesn't know if the Kunlun Snow Clan can be revived. She also wants to quickly become a powerful figure, but she can't rush it.

Also, the other hidden clans... they'd better not get wiped out by Fu Xun.