"He's the kind of person who accepts anyone, and this is the only one who really likes him, so of course he's happy."
Tu Longjian stroked his chin thoughtfully. "That's right, it's best to win over Long Aoqi when she's in a bad mood. It's a pity she wasn't there at the time, otherwise I might have been able to complete the task quickly and leave."
But she's the one who caused Long Aotian's low spirits. Without her, where would Long Aotian's adversity come from? Hehe. You can't have your cake and eat it too.
It's time to go and explain things to Gan Xiuming, lest he become suspicious.
Tu Longjian bid farewell to Fang Milu and headed to Gan Xiuming's house.
Before she could even knock, she heard a burst of laughter and cheerful chatter, followed by a series of sweet, bell-like giggles.
Tu Longjian suppressed the mocking expression on his face and gently knocked on the door.
A deep knock sounded on the door, and the room fell silent instantly.
The door creaked open.
Gan Xiuming pushed open the door and saw Tu Longjian smiling broadly.
Gan Xiuming's face was hidden in the shadow of the door frame, and his expression was somewhat inscrutable.
He opened his mouth, a faint joy in his eyes, along with a strange emotion.
"Chunhyang, you... are back."
He also had some feelings for Tu Longjian, and was even somewhat happy to learn that she had been resurrected after her disappearance.
However, after being swept away by the indifferent gaze of the man in blue standing outside the bamboo house, he wisely withdrew.
However, Tu Longjian's act of stepping forward in the moment of crisis became a stark contrast to the humiliation he suffered at the hands of those cultivators.
Therefore, his feelings were quite complicated, as if he could see those disdainful eyes through Tu Longjian.
"Why does Xiu Ming look so pale? Could he be ill?"
With a worried look on his face, Tu Longjian took light steps and approached Gan Xiuming.
The cool fragrance, tinged with a hint of bamboo, wafted alluringly into Gan Xiuming's nostrils as Tu Longjian approached, stirring a ripple in his heart.
The atmosphere began to become ambiguous and sticky, and Gan Xiuming's tense resistance inexplicably disappeared.
He relaxed considerably, his eyes filled with his usual tenderness and affection, saying with deep affection, "It's good that you're back. I was so worried about you."
Tu Longjian scoffed inwardly. He could act like he liked someone ten out of ten, even if he only said he was worried. In the blink of an eye, he was chatting and laughing with his new lover. That's just how he is.
Upon first glance, Tu Longjian noticed that the golden lotus aura above Gan Xiuming's head had dimmed considerably, with two petals already fallen off.
Tu Longjian's eyes gleamed with a subtle light as he smiled and said, "Thanks to Xiuming's good fortune, I was lucky enough to escape death."
Although it was an act, what he said was the absolute truth; it wasn't just "thanks to him" that he benefited.
If he hadn't stolen the original owner's luck, he wouldn't be going through so much hardship.
Gan Xiuming smiled without saying a word, clearly pleased. However, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. "What happened?"
"After you disappeared that day, we lost contact with you. It wasn't until we left the trial mirror that we learned you had also lost contact with the outside world, which worried me for a long time."
"We later heard that you survived a near-death experience, but were taken away by that Daoist master, and we had no way to visit you."
When the Daoist Master was mentioned, his feelings became mixed again. He envied Tu Longjian for gaining the Daoist Master's favor, but also felt a hint of male hostility.
"It's a long story, let me go inside and tell you in detail." After saying that, Tu Longjian was about to go inside.
Gan Xiuming then remembered the woman he had left in the inner room. Seeing Tu Longjian's oblivious expression, he felt a pang of shame and embarrassment. "Wait—"
At the same time, a charming voice rang out from inside the room.
"Xiu Ming, who's knocking on the door?"
"No one has visited us in recent days, and we don't know who it is."
Tu Longjian, who had just rushed in, froze for a moment. Her face was pale, and she said as if to comfort herself, "So Xiuming has guests. I'll come another day—"
Gan Xiuming gently grasped her wrist, his tone tender.
"No need. She's not an outsider. It's good that we got to know each other today."
Tu Longjian's eyes darkened slightly. This bastard is making such a fast pace.
Ye Yuchun slowly walked out of the inner room, her gaze falling on Gan Xiuming holding Tu Longjian's wrist, and she was somewhat surprised.
Her gaze shifted from their intertwined wrists to Tu Longjian's slender waist, which resembled a silken ribbon.
Then his gaze swept over her thick, dark hair, finally settling on her snow-white skin.
The woman before me had eyes like autumn water, lips like cinnabar, and a smile as beautiful as a flower; she was truly a beauty.
Ye Yuchun suppressed the amazement in her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"This must be Chunxiang. She has fair skin and a beautiful face, unlike me, who doesn't even know how to dress myself up."
As soon as she spoke, she seemed to have been scolded by something, and there was a hint of annoyance in her expression.
No, no, how did you describe her as naturally beautiful?
Tu Longjian chuckled softly, then said to Gan Xiuming with a meaningful tone:
"Xiu Ming, is this young lady a new friend of yours?"
It seems this friend really wants to be a "green tea" (a manipulative woman), but doesn't seem to be doing it very well.
Gan Xiuming nodded and introduced the two to each other.
"Chunxiang, this girl is Ye Yuchun. I met her in the Trial Mirror. She comforted me a lot when I was feeling down."
"Yu Chun, this is Chun Xiang, the one I mentioned to you."
The two exchanged friendly greetings and then sat down on either side of Gan Xiuming.
Tu Longjian calmly recounted how he simultaneously practiced the absorption method while distracted.
She certainly wouldn't miss this golden opportunity when Long Aoqi's luck was at its lowest.
“Xiu Ming, when you left (ran away), you left behind a treasure. I think it’s made of metal.”
Gan Xiuming felt a pang of heartache when he recalled the Golden Soul Pearl, a spiritual artifact embedded in the Xuan Sword, which he had discarded back then.
For some reason, he, who used to be extremely lucky, has not obtained many treasures since embarking on the path of cultivation.
He hadn't yet established his foundation, so magical artifacts and treasures were incredibly valuable to him. Therefore, with eyes full of anticipation, he pressed on with the question:
"That's right. You're carrying the Golden Soul Pearl, aren't you?"
Tu Longjian nodded. "I did find it."
She flipped her sleeve and took out the grayish-white Golden Soul Bead to show it off; the surface of the bead was covered with cracks.
Before Gan Xiuming could get closer to examine it, Tu Longjian squeezed it hard, and the Golden Soul Pearl turned into dust and scattered with the wind through his fingers.
Tu Longjian looked at Gan Xiuming, whose heart was breaking, and said with a bitter smile:
"Thank goodness I found this treasure. I originally intended to keep it safe for Xiuming and return it to you after we got out."
"I never expected that the illusion I was trapped in would be so dangerous. I encountered a very dangerous beast, but the Golden Soul Pearl blocked an attack for me, and I barely escaped with my life."
Gan Xiuming's heart was bleeding, but he forced a smile and said through gritted teeth:
"It's...no problem, it's just a magical artifact..."
Ye Yuchun covered her mouth, shook Gan Xiuming's arm, and exclaimed, "That's a spiritual artifact that only Foundation Establishment cultivators can use!"
“Xiu Ming, when you met me, you had even lost your Xuan Sword. It’s obvious that spiritual artifacts are extremely precious to you.”
"Sister, you're so careless! Unlike me, if I had your things, I would definitely take good care of them."
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