Jiang Niannian was eating the straw raincoat cake while Yin Buqi continued to casually pick out a few servants.

She looked at the servant who was trying hard to remain calm, and suddenly felt that it was a bit like the scene in class when the math teacher called on students to go to the blackboard to do a problem. The expression was as if facing a powerful enemy or losing a parent.

Jiang Niannian found it strange that no one tried to beg for mercy or resist. They just went forward and died when they were called.

What she didn't know was that before she came, many people had resisted and died in worse ways than they did now.

Jiang Niannian asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Yin Buqi said: "The traitor has exposed Qingqiu's location. The three major immortal sects have sent many spies in. I will deal with them."

"Ah? How could this happen?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."

Mr. Jiang was still a little worried: "But..."

Yin Buqi held her hand and said, "Don't worry. I will kill every cultivator who comes."

Jiang Niannian looked at him for a long while, then put her arms around his waist and said, "I don't want you to handle everything by yourself."

"Okay." Yin Buqi kissed her hair affectionately and said, "I'll take you to a place tomorrow."

…

Jiang Niannian looked at the vast and open new world before her, feeling a little confused.

This is a place similar to a fairyland, full of spiritual energy. It is not an exaggeration to call it a paradise.

The landscapes were all like ink paintings, with elegant and light colors, and there were flowing springs in the mountains. They were in a large open space, and beyond that, there were hazy clouds and light red smoke.

"Where is this?"

Yin Buqi said, "This place is called Nevernight. It is said that before Wen Shili, there was a Mahayana monk in the world named Canghua Daojun. His original name was Zanghua, but because the word 'zang' has too much negative energy, it was changed to 'zang'. This Nevernight is the place where Canghua Daojun lived in seclusion."

Jiang Niannian asked: "How did you find this place?"

"I discovered it accidentally while reading ancient books in the library these days."

"So are we going to look for that Taoist Canghua?"

Yin Buqi shook his head: "No, he is already dead."

Jiang Niannian was surprised and asked, "He's dead! How did he die?"

"The Taoist tradition is eternal and he was halfway to ascending to heaven, but he suddenly became a demon and was strangled to death by the four major sects." Yin Buqi lowered his eyelids indifferently and said in a deep voice: "It's very strange."

Jiang Niannian felt a little regretful, and then asked: "Then why are we here?"

"In the future, a palace will be built here. If Qingqiu gets bored, you can come and live here."

"But this is a land without an owner." How can this land be occupied just like that?

"I have set up a barrier here. It belongs to you now."

As Yin Buqi spoke, he pointed at the vague mountains in the distance.

Jiang Niannian thought it was funny: "What do I need this land for?"

Yin Buqi just smiled, and with his other hand gently tucked her long hair behind her ears. His red eyes were like an unfathomable well, and the deepest part was filled with an obsession that lingered deep into his bones. He stared at her intently and said, "Give my Nian Nian the 18,800-li land from here to the border of Qingqiu as her dowry."

The warm palm was still caressing her face gently, and the force seemed to be filled with endless tenderness, just like reeling silk, winding around her heart one strand after another, causing a suffocating panic.

Gradually, Jiang Niannian felt that the skin was getting hot, and her face was covered with a light warm red like rouge.

"So you've been going out so often these days just to set up the barrier?"

"Well, there will be a very good date in three months, Nian Nian, I think..."

Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi and couldn't help but put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It was rare for her to kiss him so actively and passionately.

Yin Buqi's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly stood up slightly, placing his palm on her slender waist. Her breath suddenly stopped, and his slender fingers had already begun to gently twist her.

Jiang Niannian's burning breath gradually turned into weak and soft pleas, each one more urgent than the last, and she called out in panic: "Yin Buqi, let go, he's still outside..."

"No one is there..."

"No, it's too embarrassing."

"Nian Nian."

The tail came out again uncontrollably, wrapped around her waist, and gradually tightened.

It slipped under the side of the skirt and stuck to the skin.

Like a secret urging.

"I really can't do anything about you." Jiang Niannian glanced at him, her little face flushed.

Yin Buqi narrowed his red eyes slightly, stretched his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled violently on it.

Almost all the sensation was focused on her touch.

He quickly set up another small barrier and pushed Jiang Niannian into it.

Nine long black tails were tightly intertwined around her from the ankles to the waist, wrapping her tightly. The fur was soft and slender, almost melting her into it.

Then, from time to time, a few sounds came from the barrier, making people blush.

In the end, Jiang Niannian said softly: "Don't give up. If it's you, I'm willing."

…

When the two returned to Qingqiu, Yin Buqi sent people to Buye City to start building palaces and city walls.

Yin Buqi did not leave Qingqiu for more than half a month, and at the same time sent people to patrol the border of the barrier every day.

The sealed-off Qingqiu was like a cage, isolating itself from everything in the outside world.

Until one day, the last spy was caught.

This man looked unremarkable, but he was actually at the Lianxu stage of cultivation, and had a high score in the Xianmen. He deliberately concealed his identity and disguised himself as a little servant to sneak in. He secretly killed many Qingqiu Nine-tailed Beasts, and secretly transported their tails out to give to the Xianmen people for cultivation or to make medicine.

The three immortals took great pains to send him in to provide support, but they did not expect that he would be found by Yin Buqi in less than three months.

In order to serve as a warning, Yin Buqi gathered everyone and tied the traitor to a pillar and burned him.

The arrogant orange-red spiritual fire jumped onto his clothes, burning him and his soul to ashes.

When that man died, the sound of his vicious curse echoed throughout Qingqiu.

That person said that Qingqiu would eventually be defeated by humans and would eventually perish.

But no one cares.

After all, everyone has absolute confidence in Qingqiu's young master Yin Buqi.

They firmly believe that returning to their ancestral bloodline will definitely lead them back to the top.

The candles flickered at night. Jiang Niannian walked over and hugged Yin Buqi from behind. Her chin rested on his shoulder. Her watery almond eyes looked at the scroll on the table. "Buqi, what are you reading?"

Yin Buqi said absentmindedly, "I'm studying the art of pulling silk threads."

"What kind of magic is this? Why are you suddenly studying this?"

Seeing that Yin Buqi did not answer.

Jiang Niannian turned her head away, seeming to be angry.

Yin Buqi helplessly put down the scroll, held Jiang Niannian's face firmly with his hands, and forced her to look at him. She glared at him fiercely and said coldly: "In order to find the spy this month, you didn't let me do anything. I'm almost suffocated to death!!"

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, looking like a kitten with its fur standing on end. Yin Buqi couldn't help laughing because of her. He smiled seductively and looked sullen. He asked her in a low voice, "Will Nian Nian feel bored when I'm around?"

But his tone was very serious.

Jiang Niannian pursed his lips and whispered, "Bored."

The doting look in Yin Buqi's eyes was even deeper, and he couldn't help but increase his strength, coaxing her softly in her ear: "Give me another two days, and I will take you out to play in two days."