Just as Murong Yan was staring blankly at these spatial rifts, strands of spiritual energy containing the laws of space swept towards him from the darkness...

Murong Yan noticed the change in her expression and, without bothering to explain to Qin Wan, could only envelop her in the barrier again to ensure her safety.

After doing all this, Murong Yan's spiritual power completely went out of control. He quickly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Seeing this, Qin Wan also squatted down, gently waving her fair and slender hands in front of Murong Yan a few times.

Seeing that he didn't react, she sighed softly, shook her index finger with boredom, and manipulated the surrounding spatial laws to enter Murong Yan's body.

well.

Unable to cultivate or reveal her strength, she had no choice but to leave this awful place through Murong Yan.

However, before leaving, she will definitely cherish this time alone together!

For example, like the embrace just now...

For example, spending every day and night together.

For example, her health deteriorated rapidly due to prolonged fasting, and she fell seriously ill, yet she did not want to disturb or affect his cultivation.

Qin Wan was a woman of action. In the blink of an eye, she sat down on the ground, her upper body leaning lazily against Murong Yan, her index finger still gently waving... rapidly guiding the power of the spatial laws.

Murong Yan originally planned to first control the restless power within his body, then explain things to Qin Wan, and settle her down before continuing his cultivation...

But for some reason, more and more spiritual energy containing the laws of space flowed into his body.

After he digested and integrated a portion of it, a new batch of spatial law spiritual power immediately poured in.

His meridians, and even his bones and blood, were being impacted and cleansed by this immense force.

Murong Yan should have been happy to have this opportunity, but at this moment he was anxious and worried.

What should Qin Wan do?

She was just a mortal!

He was forced to cultivate, and he didn't even prepare food for her.

Did she bring any fasting pills?

Is the fasting pill she brought enough?

Will she be cold?

In the darkness, was she afraid?

Fortunately, Qin Wan kept a close eye on him, and fortunately, Murong Yan was the son of an ancient immortal, possessing extraordinary talent.

Otherwise, in such a critical situation, if he were to try to do two things at once, he would probably have already exploded and died!

Or perhaps it's a case of going mad from practicing qi cultivation!

As time went by, Murong Yan's guilt grew stronger and his worry for Qin Wan increased day by day.

When he broke through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he forcibly suppressed the restless spiritual energy within his body, and a month had already passed...

At this moment, Qin Wan was lying pale on his lap, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, her slender body curled up into a small ball.

Even though she was asleep, her brows were furrowed, as if she was dreaming of something that made her uneasy and afraid.

Her body trembled slightly...

Immediately afterward, under Murong Yan's gaze, Qin Wan suddenly opened her eyes and met his gaze.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Wan was first stunned, then lost in thought, and when she came to her senses, she was filled with surprise and excitement.

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck tightly, and buried her face deeply in his chest.

Murong Yan froze, just about to reach out and push her away...

Unexpectedly, Qin Wan's slightly off voice came through.

"Senior brother, you're finally awake."

"...I'm sorry." The incident happened so suddenly that Murong Yan hadn't expected it and felt guilty and apologetic.

In the end, he broke his promise.

"I'm fine, as long as you're alright, Senior Brother," Qin Wan said, trying to sound strong.

"By the way, Senior Brother, have you broken through in your cultivation?"

"Is there anything wrong with your body?"

"you……"

Seeing Qin Wan's anxious and worried expression, Murong Yan felt a warmth in his heart.

She was already overwhelmed with her own problems, yet she was still worried about him.

I don't know whether to call her stupid, or what to say about her...

"Junior sister, listen to me first."

"Don't worry, I only practiced for a while and I'm fine. On the contrary, I benefited a lot and my cultivation has made great progress."

"In addition, these are all the fasting pills in my Qiankun Ring. My cultivation level has long since reached the point of fasting, so I don't have many fasting pills on hand."

"These are all the elixirs and medicines I have; you should keep them all."

"Keep these two books of herbal medicine and the pill formulas. Oh, and these jade slips contain countless cultivation techniques..."

"Junior sister, although you are unable to cultivate, I still hope you will try again."

"I don't have much time left. I don't know when I'll be able to wake up again."

"I hope you can hold on, junior sister, and wait for me..."

After briefly and quickly explaining everything, Murong Yan's body trembled slightly, and a streak of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Qin Wan's eyes darkened.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yan entered a meditative state once again.

And Qin Wan got the result she wanted...

Guilt from Murong Yan...

[Murong Yan's favorability increased by 5, current favorability is 46.]

Seeing Murong Yan's eyes closed, his face showing obvious unease and worry despite his cultivation, Qin Wan's lips curled slightly.

"System," Qin Wan suddenly called out softly.

[Master, what's wrong?]

"Do you think that after receiving the inheritance, Feng Yi's cultivation will be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and advance to the Divine Transformation stage within three months?" Qin Wan murmured softly.

[Should it be okay?]

"Then tell me, at the same cultivation level, could he defeat Murong Yan?"

"It's really hard to say..." The system looked at Murong Yan with a complicated expression.

This is a dignified deity.

Even if he were to enter the cycle of reincarnation, he would still be an existence that ordinary people could not compare to.

"Even if he really couldn't win, given Feng Yi's character, he should have resorted to underhanded tactics..."

At this point, Qin Wan seemed to have thought of some "happy event," and the corners of her lips curled up into a joyful smile.

It would be difficult for Feng Yi to harm Murong Yan.

It would be very easy to hurt her.

We'll see who he targets then.

She also needs to think about how to stage a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario in a plausible way.

After all, she was a mortal who could not cultivate.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for her to even get close to two Nascent Soul stage cultivators fighting, let alone play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Besides, if she were to actually play the hero and rescue Murong Yan in her mortal form, she feared that Murong Yan would not only fail to gain favor with her, but might even distance himself from her in the future…

After all, no normal person would do something so brainless.

People who are capable of doing such things are mostly mentally unstable, and it's natural to stay away from such people who are not thinking clearly.

As she pondered, Qin Wan's face began to show a troubled expression...

Or maybe she should just start cultivating with Murong Yan too...

Just make up any excuse and say that she encountered an opportunity in this spatial rift...

As she pondered this, Qin Wan's eyes lit up, and she smiled mysteriously at Murong Yan's handsome face.

Her fair little hand gently touched Murong Yan's face, brushing against his eyes, the tip of his nose, and finally resting on his thin lips...

The touch under my fingertips was warm and hot.

Thinking about the things she wanted to do and the impending separation, Qin Wan felt a deep sense of reluctance.

"Senior brother..."

During his cultivation, Murong Yan seemed to sense something...

A faint, familiar fragrance lingered around his nose, persisting for a long time...