"Are you in such a hurry to head north? Haven't you even had a chance to rest yet?" Late at night, after Qianchen told Lengyue about the trip to the north to report, Lengyue started to throw a tantrum.

"National affairs are more important, Yueyue, don't be temperamental." Qianchen hugged Lengyue and couldn't help but sigh, "Why are you becoming more and more like a child? Don't worry, I'll take you with me this time, I won't leave you here alone."

“You know I’m not talking about that. I’m worried about you. Look, this red dot has gotten bigger again.” Leng Yue stroked Qian Chen’s brow, her face full of concern. “This is a soul, not this body.”

"Okay, I know. We can recover properly once we finish this." Qianchen said this, but her heart was also filled with unease.

He had rushed through his previous worlds, forcing his way in and out each time, leaving his soul riddled with flaws. Qianchen himself was aware of this, but he couldn't find a good way to heal himself.

In truth, Qianchen was also cultivating, constantly striving to repair his soul. However, for some reason, methods that had worked even for Bodhisattva Sanzang before were now having little effect. He was anxious, yet had no other choice.

“The medicine to nourish the soul is useless to you. Right now, only my true energy is somewhat useful, but it’s really slow. And it can only be done under absolutely safe conditions. We’re always out and about, always on the go, so we rarely have the chance to do it. How can I not be anxious?” Leng Yue cupped Qian Chen’s face in her hands, looking into his eyes, her worry barely concealed.

Qianchen sighed, "I know, I know, let's take it slow, okay?"

Leng Yue sighed, "Well, let's begin now."

After Leng Yue finished speaking, the two sat facing each other. Leng Yue channeled her true energy, slowly transferring it from her divine soul to Qian Chen. This process was slow and difficult.

They are like blood transfusions; they cannot be matched if they are not of the same blood type. When there is a blood shortage, type O blood can be supplied in small amounts, but there are still many things to pay attention to.

Transferring true energy to the other person carries a greater risk. First, their attributes are different. Although both were once ghost cultivators, their cultivation methods and levels of understanding are different. Therefore, the amount transferred must be precisely controlled; too little won't achieve the healing purpose, while too much will harm the other person. Therefore, extreme caution is required every time.

Secondly, when they transfer their inner energy, they must ensure complete trust in each other. This process is similar to soul searching; a single misstep or thought can allow them to control each other. The slightest doubt will lead them to harm each other.

Finally, there's the issue of external interference. When transferring true energy, both individuals must be in absolute silence and absolute safety. The slightest mistake could result in mutual injury, or even death.

A rooster crowed, and dawn broke. Leng Yue slowly withdrew her true energy, and the two of them regulated their breathing. After circulating their energy for several cycles, they got up to wash.

"You've worked hard, my dear wife." Qian Chen took Leng Yue's hand and looked at her earnestly.

Leng Yue yawned wearily. "What nonsense are you talking about? When I was in danger, didn't you risk your life to save me? That's what being a couple is all about!"

"Yes, meeting you is truly my luck." Qianchen kissed Lengyue's forehead.

"Alright, hurry up and get ready. It's not good to keep the people below waiting." Leng Yue nudged Qian Chen.

Qianchen smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I'll help too." With that, he got up and started tidying up with Lengyue.

"Should we take this? You look great in it," Qianchen said, taking a cheongsam from the wardrobe and asking Lengyue.

"It's so cold over there, isn't this a bit too short? Never mind, I won't bring it." Leng Yue hesitated for a moment, then shook her head in denial.

"What about this one? Look, it even has a fur collar, it looks very warm." Qianchen put down the one she was holding and picked up another one instead.

Leng Yue complained, "That was bought by my dad. It feels too flashy and doesn't fit my image. I won't wear it."

“This one, this one doesn’t have a fur collar, and the length is just right,” Qianchen said, taking down another dark red cheongsam with a high slit.

"It's too old-fashioned, I don't like it." Leng Yue shook her head again. This cheongsam wasn't something she bought herself; it was already in the closet when she arrived, and she had no intention of wearing it.

"Then..." Qianchen said, wanting to change again, but Lengyue quickly stopped him.

"Alright, alright, my young marshal, just rest for a bit and watch me pack myself, okay?" Leng Yue said, pushing Qian Chen onto the sofa and turning to get her clothes.

Without Qianchen's interference, Leng Yue quickly finished packing. After packing, Leng Yue realized she had brought too many home-style items, so she thought for a moment and added some more formal clothes. After all, she was going north and would inevitably have to deal with wealthy women, so Leng Yue couldn't dress too casually.

As for Qianchen's clothes, they were easy to pack; they were all military uniforms, very simple.

After packing their clothes, the servants took care of everything else. Once everything was ready, they set off.

Once in the car, Leng Yue saw Yang Liu, the soldier who had driven for them before. Yang Liu greeted Leng Yue and Qian Chen with a smile, "Young Marshal, Young Madam."

Qianchen nodded, while Lengyue smiled and said, "You are Yang Liu, I remember you."

Yang Liu blushed slightly and said with a shy smile, "I didn't expect you to still remember my name."

"Alright, let's drive." Qianchen didn't like Leng Yue smiling at others; he really disliked it.

They didn't bring many people this time because they were all driving, and the number of passengers was limited. Leng Yue found this strange as they passed Hubao Mountain.

"Why is no one here? Weren't there bandits before?" Leng Yue kept looking around, and even tried to stick her head out of the window to look.

Qianchen helplessly pulled Lengyue back, "We already sent troops to wipe them out. They've already bullied us. Are we going to let them live through the New Year?"

"Aren't they very powerful? Did you send a lot of people?" Leng Yue asked curiously.

"You overestimate them. They're just a bunch of rabble. They got the first advantage, and we didn't have many men with us. If it really comes down to a fight, they're nothing but a disorganized mob." Qian Chen had always known that the bandits of Treasure Mountain weren't that formidable, but he had almost suffered a setback last time, so he was still quite concerned.

"Have they found out who the mastermind is?" Leng Yue asked again.

"We didn't find anything before, but regarding the base, we found evidence of their transactions." Qian Chen initially thought it was the headquarters, but later realized that the headquarters was the scapegoat for the Treasure Mountain incident.

"You mean, that boulder was Kamikawa Rin's doing?" Leng Yue clicked her tongue, thought for a moment, "Then his magic is still pretty good, at least he borrowed that boulder quite well."

"Well, after all, he's an Onmyoji. How could he call himself an Onmyoji without some skills?" Qianchen said calmly. "But that's all. Didn't you break through his defenses?"

Leng Yue smiled and said, "That's right. As for magic, didn't they improve upon our ancestors' techniques? They're all from the same source, so they're largely the same. I can still break them."

Mentioning Taoist magic, Leng Yue smiled smugly. Who was she? She had undergone professional training. Qian Chen squeezed Leng Yue's fingers, his eyes smiling.

Qianchen: How wonderful it would be if it could always be like this.