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

Chapter 124 The Training of the Female Supporting Character Begins

Leng Huan's room was more exquisitely furnished, but since she had just returned, she had very few personal belongings, and it felt somewhat deserted.

In the corner were neatly arranged dog toys, and there were no flowers on the flowerpot stand, only a statue of a leopard over a foot tall. This was something Leng Huan had crafted himself when he first started learning weapon crafting, based on the dog's face.

There was an oddly shaped, half-person-high mushroom-shaped doghouse next to the bed in the inner room, which was also her work. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Sang Biao had more things than she did!

Lin Miaoyan took it very seriously, even the bed curtains were a delicate pink lotus color, covered with fairy grass patterns and draped with light gauze bells and crystal bead curtains. At the time, Leng Huan's lips twitched but he didn't refuse. In short, it looks like a unique fairy boudoir now.

After leisurely observing her, Fu Xun sat opposite Leng Huan. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Senior Sister, are you still going out?"

"I--"

Leng Huan had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by a voice from outside the courtyard: "Senior Sister Leng! Are you there? There's a letter for you!"

A letter? Leng Huan quickly appeared at the door and saw that it was a servant disciple from the main hall.

"Senior Sister Leng, Elder Jiang instructed me to deliver this letter to you, saying it's from your family."

"Thank you for your trouble." Leng Huan took the letter, which was actually written by the Leng family head himself. He nodded to the disciple, and the servant disciple left after completing his task. Leng Huan turned and went into the courtyard.

Fu Xun stood under the eaves. Leng Huan glanced at him but didn't go inside first. Instead, he sat down at the stone table under the ancient maple tree in the corner and slowly read the letter.

Suddenly, he sighed. Fu Xun's unconventional approach had indeed frightened the Leng family head. After careful consideration, he replied to Jiang Ruoyu, saying that he had no way to resolve the matter and could not afford to offend either side. He left the decision to her and respected her wishes.

Leng Huan was both amused and exasperated.

In a way, it was the elders of the sect who acted as matchmakers. Fu Xun really knew how to handle things; he managed to re-establish their broken engagement.

He skipped the process of being personally taught by his disciple and became the next successor of the sect directly based on his cultivation level.

From now on, fellow disciples should address him affectionately as Senior Brother, and politely as Chief Fu.

"Why is Senior Sister sighing?" Fu Xun walked over and observed her expression.

At the time, he pleaded with his elders out of sheer enthusiasm and passion. Now that so many days have passed, Fu Xun knows he was a bit impulsive. He knew the news earlier than Leng Huan, since he had been socializing with the elders all along, so Zhang Zhaoying would naturally tell him first.

Leng Huan propped her head up and looked at the horizon. The sunlight at noon was very warm, even dazzling. She shifted her gaze to the person dressed up in their finest attire.

The falling leaves rustled, the tall tree canopy glowed red like fire, and two figures stood by the stone table, one in black and one in blue. Suddenly, the fairy in the black and red disciple's robe spoke:

"Chief Fu—"

"When the time comes, it is auspicious and appropriate."

Fu Xun paused for a moment: "Senior sister, you are too. But you don't have to call me that, just call me by my name."

Leng Huan smiled, straightened her lace sleeves, stood up, casually grabbed a leaf that flew in front of her, and shook it.

Lifting his eyelids, he scrutinized Fu Xun from head to toe, then from toe to head, mentally creating a table:

Talent: One in a million (check the box)

Appearance: Very handsome (check mark)

Body shape: Enviable (check mark)

Talent: One in a million (check mark)

Character: Good (check mark)

Family background: A good match (from a distinguished family, a reclusive clan, or from the same school). (Check the box)

Strength: Strong, unlimited potential (check mark)

Technology: Rapid progress, but there is still room for improvement (check the box)

———ojbk.

. .

“Fu Xun, you just asked me if I still wanted to go out,” Leng Huan twirled a maple leaf and looked up at him, “How about we make a deal?”

Fu Xun's heart skipped a beat. He wondered what she would say. He had already anticipated the outcome if she refused the marriage, but he still felt empty and bitter.

A chilly autumn wind blew, and more red leaves fell, their hair fluttering in the wind. Leng Huan asked softly, "Do you really want to marry me?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xun paused for a moment, blushed slightly, and then nodded: "Yes, my mother said that one can only kiss the person one loves, and marry the person one loves must be done openly and honestly, with heaven and earth as witnesses, and a grand ceremony to mark the union."

Moreover, as respectable men, they have already consummated their marriage, so they should form a bond of ceremonies.

"..."

So this is what a "mama's boy" is like. Leng Huan was surprised. Could the fearsome Long Aotian from the original book have ever been so innocent?!

Good heavens, what exactly happened to him that caused him to turn black?

Leng Huan took a breath and forced a smile. She had met him not long after she came to this world. After so many years of getting to know each other, she could say that he was an upright and honest person with a temperament far beyond that of his peers.

Now I genuinely hope he doesn't go crazy like that.

Seeing Leng Huan's seemingly doubtful expression, Fu Xun felt a sense of shame and anger at having his original aspirations disregarded. The time spent in seclusion had passed too quickly; in reality, he had only recently come of age and was still a young man with limited experience... young and therefore impetuous.

"Senior Sister!" He took a step closer, using his height to shield her, as if that would calm him down. Like a young man seeking approval from his crush, he emphasized, "I will do it."

I don't know if he was referring to the "hero of the five-colored auspicious clouds" or to what his mother just said.

Maybe both.

As the sun began to set, Leng Huan was hidden in his shadow, pondering how best to speak.

Then Fu Xun's voice rang out again in a low voice: "Senior sister, will you marry me?" His tone contained a hint of pleading that only he knew. Even though he already knew the outcome, he still wanted to ask one more time, just one more time without any hope.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time. We can wait. A Nascent Soul can wait a thousand years, a Deity Transformation can wait five thousand years... and it will remain unchanged for ten thousand years.

Fu Xun never thought about anything else; his life was all about cultivation, breakthroughs, and revenge... and pursuing her might be a lifelong pursuit.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, he overheard Leng Huan utter two words—

"Okay."

The wind was still, and a fallen leaf drifted gently to a corner of the yard.

Fu Xun felt as if he were hallucinating, and murmured, "What did you say?"

Leng Huan took a step back, his expression softening. He shook his finger, a sly smile playing on his lips: "Marrying you isn't out of the question, but we need to discuss this first."

Fu Xun understood this time. His eyes lit up, and he was suddenly overjoyed. He grabbed her wrist, completely losing his composure, and asked, "Really?"

Leng Huan nodded again and did not break free from his hand.

Perhaps it was the intense autumn sun that softened her heart a little, but she suddenly changed her mind and thought it would be better to keep this person by her side and keep an eye on him. Ah, it was also what Wang Chen said, and it seemed to make a little sense.

Moreover… Leng Huan looked up at Fu Xun’s visibly changing expression and thought to himself with a smug, devilish grin: If Long Aotian doesn’t play now, he won’t have the chance once he becomes a big shot!

Hehehe, accept the female supporting character's training, you arrogant dragon!

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A gentle breeze blows under a blue sky with white clouds.

Long Aotian, oblivious to the ways of the world: "Then when shall we hold this event..."

Leng Huan, equally unaware that Long Aotian was not someone to be trifled with, said, "Shh, not for now. But we can get engaged first, and you can marry me when you can ride the auspicious five-colored clouds, how about that?"

Fu Xun grabbed her and said, "Okay, let's go. Let's go find your uncle and your master to discuss the engagement."

Leng Huan grabbed his hand and said, "Wait, I haven't finished talking yet."

"what?"

"After the engagement, I will go south to gain experience."

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

"From now on, I'll need to get you to do chores." (Fighting monsters)

"Okay, you don't need to do anything." He can do the laundry, cook, and clean.

"Ah, let me think of something else... also, you are not allowed to touch me without my permission."

"...Okay, then I'll ask you first, will you agree?"

"will not."

"..." Feeling deceived, Long Aotian hugged her tightly, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath of her fragrance: "Let's go find our martial uncle first."

"Okay, but wait a moment."

Fu Xun: ?

Leng Huan stood on tiptoe, pressed his head down with one hand, and grabbed his chin with the other, kissing the corner of his lips: "Let's go now."

"..."

My heart soars like a cloud, fireworks burst forth.

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The female supporting character's training begins with kisses from childhood. Tremble, Dragon Pride!