At night, the moonlight outside was alluring and an oil lamp was on in the house. Jiang Niannian had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Nian Nian, it's me."

Jiang Niannian walked over and opened the door. Under the moonlight, Yin Buqi's face was smooth and white, so handsome that she was stunned for a moment.

"Nian Nian." Yin Buqi smiled faintly, with a hint of youthfulness: "I have been traveling all day today. I am sweating and feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you help me take a shower?"

"Your wound is almost healed, you can wash it yourself." Jiang Niannian refused.

The wound on Yin Buqi's back cannot be exposed to water. Jiang Niannian helped him wash it in the past few days, but when she looked at it yesterday, it seemed to have scabbed over, and pink soft flesh had grown in the slightly shallower areas.

It wasn't that she was lazy. It was that every time she gave him a bath, she felt an inexplicable strange feeling in her heart, which tortured her...

Who would have known that the next second, Yin Buqi covered his mouth and coughed, with blood overflowing from his fingertips, the bloody color was shocking to the eyes.

Jiang Niannian was shocked: "Buqi, what's wrong with you?!"

Yin Buqi lowered his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve. The cool moonlight could not shine into his eyes, and a dark shadow fell on them: "It's okay, maybe I moved too much when I was holding the sword today, and the wound on my back has split open... Nian Nian, you should rest early, I can do it myself."

Yin Buqi turned around and left. There was a bloodstain on the back of his clothes and his back looked lonely.

Jiang Niannian chased after him in annoyance, feeling extremely regretful: "No, wait a minute, I'll help you wash it."

Her child is so well behaved and never requires her to worry about anything. If he wasn't seriously injured, he wouldn't have bothered her. She is just too fussy.

Yin Buqi stopped walking, with a deep smile in his eyes. He turned around with a wronged look on his face: "Thank you for your help."

Jiang Niannian filled the wooden bucket with water. Yin Buqi had already taken off his clothes and came over. He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his lower body, but it couldn't hide his proud figure.

"What's going on? Why is the wound so serious?!" Jiang Niannian widened her eyes in disbelief.

Isn't this just a small sword swing?! He wasn't asked to do a Thomas spin backflip or a colorful sunshine radio gymnastics, how could it be broken like this!

Yin Buqi stepped into the barrel without saying a word.

He remembered that half an incense stick ago, he had stabbed his hand into the wound, tearing the place that was about to heal, bit by bit, and blood oozed out drop by drop, staining his white finger bones...

The corners of his mouth raised up into a childish curve.

This way, I can spend more time with Nian Nian...

Jiang Niannian held the scoop and watered gently. Yin Buqi looked at her intently. The water made a splash and slid down in front of him. He subconsciously closed his eyes and felt her soft fingertips caressing his skin.

He was already handsome, and his hair and brows were wet with water, making him look even more handsome. The water drops on his face had not dried yet, and they slid down his fair face, flowed over his spine, and slid into his tight waist.

I can’t read any further, it’s killing me!

Jiang Niannian felt a little hot again, and asked to divert her attention, "Where are the coal balls?"

"I ran out to play."

Jiang Niannian frowned and said, "Is that so? It's really getting more and more outrageous. It's still playing around so late at night."

At this moment, Meiqiu, who was driven out by Yin Buqi, was squatting alone outside the house.

Snow flakes are flying, the north wind is blowing, the sky and the earth are all desolate.

Inside the house, Jiang Niannian was sitting with her back to the bathtub, waiting for Yin Buqi to put on his clothes. But a little kid came from behind and asked, "Niannian, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No……"

The man behind her hugged her tightly. She could feel his heat. She could not escape the man's cool breath, which was ambiguous in the dark space.

Yin Buqi continued, "I don't want to sleep alone. It's too cold." There was a hint of coquettishness and aggrievedness in his tone.

Jiang Niannian: “…Okay.”

Her mind was blank, her thoughts were in a mess, and she didn't know why she agreed to him. She only knew that something was pressing against her stomach just now. She had seen the retouched photos, and she couldn't ignore it for a moment, and her whole face was flushed.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Niannian probably felt cold, and she turned over in a daze and rolled into Yin Buqi's arms.

Yin Buqi's body froze and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

Jiang Niannian didn't wake up and fell into a deep sleep.

Yin Buqi waited for a long time before he gradually relaxed. He hugged Jiang Niannian as if he was hugging a treasure in the world, and slowly fell asleep.

The day of the Immortal Alliance Conference soon arrived.

Jiang Niannian had just gotten familiar with the surrounding environment and had no time to rest before she had to go on stage for the competition. However, she was not panicked at all.

The Immortal Alliance Conference is held every ten years, and is held in turn by the four major sects. This year, it is Rimuli's turn. The participants are not the venerables, but all the unknown or newly-minted cultivators. After various competitions, the qualifications are ranked, and finally one hundred cultivators are selected to enter the psychedelic realm to practice. Only when they come out of the psychedelic realm can they be considered true immortal cultivators.

There are countless talented and righteous people in the human world, and those who can make it into the top 100 are all outstanding among them.

Therefore, the Immortal Alliance Conference also provides a place for all ambitious and powerful monks to prove their truth.

The major immortal sects will also select and compete for disciples for their own sects from among these one hundred people.

In modern times, the competition is as fierce as the national college entrance examination.

The first round of the conference is to test spiritual roots.

Just this one item eliminated more than half of the participants.

The purer the spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the more rare they are. That is, a single spiritual root is of high quality, while ice, thunder, and wind are spiritual roots of different attributes, which are extremely good in the eyes of ordinary cultivators. Three spiritual roots and above are of poor quality, and even cannot be cultivated. The full spiritual root is just the opposite. Although it has mixed spiritual roots, it has the highest qualifications among all spiritual roots.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi, one with a single wood spiritual root and the other with all the best spiritual roots, passed it smoothly.

Especially Yin Buqi, many people were envious, because he was a top-grade full spiritual root! The last person with a top-grade full spiritual root was the immortal cultivation genius Yin Li, but unfortunately he was born with a bad fate and died young.

The second round was a free-for-all fight, with all the disciples standing on the stage with bare hands and fighting freely.

Before going on stage, Jiang Niannian took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

In addition to the leaders of the four major sects and the monarchs who had a place in the sect, there were also big names from all over the world sitting on the stands. Among these people, Jiang Niannian saw two familiar faces at a glance - Tang Xuanye and Zhao Anming.

Zhao Anming seemed to have seen her as well, his eyes were bright and much calmer than they were sixteen years ago.

I don't know whether his father survived in the end, I should go say hello to him after the competition.

The Immortal Alliance Conference was bustling with people. The large disc in the middle was engraved with intricate patterns. At a glance, it was full of people, densely packed, flying and dancing around, competing. Jiang Niannian was almost suffering from claustrophobia.