Leng Feiran said, "What are we attacking? What's around here? Ferocious beasts!"
Honestly cultivate the wasteland, plant spiritual herbs, and meditate diligently—that is the most important thing!
"Alright, go back now. Look at you, so restless! You've lost all semblance of a saint!"
Shen Rongrong didn't say anything more. Since her master had chosen the direction, she would just follow it.
Before she took her leave, she glanced at the boy one last time.
His handsome face was etched with deep sorrow. Although he kept his head down and looked meek, it was clear that he had been forced into this situation.
"Is Master now forcibly taking innocent young men? Is she obsessed with men?"
Is our Qingyue Sect doomed to destruction?
Shen Rongrong was greatly alarmed.
But she didn't dare say anything more and took her leave.
After leaving the courtyard, Shen Rongrong felt that something was wrong.
This child looks so familiar.
She suddenly remembered that five years ago, her master had taken in a male disciple who was just as stunningly beautiful.
This junior brother is no ordinary person.
He usually appears calm and collected, but a year later he actually defected and became a minor immortal in Yunlin Mountain.
This junior brother also participated in this battle between good and evil.
but……
Would a Celestial Venerable of the Heavenly Cultivation Realm serve his master here?
The more Shen Rongrong thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
She decided to observe it further when she had the chance.
Watching her apprentice leave, Leng Feiran put a melon seed in her mouth, seemingly talking to herself.
"Alas, the development of Qingyue Sect has indeed gone astray; fighting and killing are not the right path."
"Is it right?"
She looked at Yue Qingling.
Yue Qingling remained silent and continued peeling melon seeds with her head down.
"Oh dear, look at you, you're not saying anything again. Come on, sit down here."
Leng Feiran grabbed Yue Qingling's arm and pulled him into her arms.
With a mischievous smile on her pretty face, she hooked one hand around Yue Qingling's pointed chin.
"Come on, little immortal, give the female demon a smile?"
Yue Qingling took a deep breath, then turned her head away, ignoring her.
"What? You won't listen to a polite toast, so you'll have to suffer the consequences?"
Leng Feiran's patience is quite limited; the moment you offer even the slightest resistance, she instantly turns cold.
Yue Qingling hesitated for a moment: "No."
"If that's not it, who are you giving that sour look to?"
Leng Feiran wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, wanting him to feel that their status was different.
Yue Qingling's lips twitched, and he could only manage a soft smile.
His smile vanished instantly, revealing just how perfunctory he was.
Seeing that he was giving her face, Leng Feiran didn't pursue the matter further.
What's there to argue about with a pet?
There's plenty of time ahead. Even if Yue Qingling is stubborn, a hundred years is enough to soften him up.
She patted Yue Qingling on the back and said, "I won't bother you anymore. Go wash my clothes."
Yue Qingling felt like he had been granted a pardon. He breathed a long sigh of relief and finally got off Leng Feiran.
He quickly went inside to pack his clothes and then took the wooden basin to the backyard.
There is a sweet well there that can be used for washing clothes.
In fact, monks could simply use a spell to wash their clothes.
But Leng Feiran felt that it would be cleaner for Yue Qingling to wash it by hand.
Yue Qingling quickly fetched water, moved a small stool, found a washboard, and began scrubbing the clothes with great effort.
No one would have guessed that the renowned Little Immortal Venerable, who was famous throughout the Four Realms Continent, was now in the backyard of the Demonic Empress, washing her clothes with his sleeves rolled up.
He washed for a while and then felt a soreness in his lower back. Without any cultivation, he was just a young master.
He straightened his body slightly, rubbed his slender waist, rubbed his forehead with the back of one hand, and a few strands of his hair fell onto his jade-like face.
It made him look like a charming little maid.
It's not that his back muscles are weak; it's mainly because he's overused his lower back over the past two weeks.
But just as he was working hard, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Your name is Yue Qingling? Are you the Immortal Venerable of Yunlin Mountain?"
Yue Qingling was slightly taken aback.
Looking around, I couldn't see anything.
“I am within your three-inch spiritual platform; I am Huang Xinyan, whom you saved.”
The voice was elusive, clearly communicating with him through divine sense.
Yue Qingling was taken aback. He quickly lowered his head and continued rubbing the clothes, afraid that the Empress would notice.
Then he began to look inside his body.
Sure enough, within the three-inch spiritual platform that had been sealed by the incantation, a voluptuous and mature beautiful woman sat quietly beside his jade-like and snow-white primordial spirit.
Yue Qingling just wanted to faint.
What exactly happened?
How did they end up locking Huang Xinyan inside the Three-Inch Spirit Platform?
How exactly did she get in?
"Fairy Huang, it's good that you're alright." Yue Qingling suddenly remembered that when she jumped off the cliff that day, a familiar divine sense rushed into her body.
At that moment, because he was about to die, he subconsciously forced open a small corner of his spiritual platform, and this weak divine consciousness burrowed in.
There has been no news for the past two weeks.
I never expected it to be Huang Xinyan.
Huang Xinyan smiled and said, "Little Immortal Venerable, I should thank you more. It was all thanks to your wisdom and resourcefulness that you managed to deceive the Empress."
After I fell off the cliff, my body was hanging from a tree branch. Suddenly, I sensed your arrival and escaped from the dagger.
These past few days by your side, I have also benefited greatly; my consciousness has been nurtured, and I have regained the ability to speak.
After saying that, she looked curiously at the primordial spirit that was meditating.
Fortunately, she was a righteous person and knew that the primordial spirit should not be touched casually.
Otherwise, Yue Qingling would lose control of her paralysis.
Yue Qingling gave a wry smile: "Fairy Huang, you've made a mistake. If you could possess a bird or a wild beast, you could at least escape the Demonic Sect. Now, you're entering my body..."
I can't even get out myself.
Huang Xinyan smiled and said, "It's alright. I feel especially comfortable in the heart of the little immortal."
After saying this, the beautiful woman even showed a hint of shyness.
Within Yue Qingling's mind, spiritual energy was abundant, and while meditating here, she could feel her cultivation level increasing.
She blinked her almond-shaped eyes and said softly, "Little Immortal, I've heard about your deeds. Speaking of which, you and my niece are of the same generation, right?"
Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young.
"Alas, Fairy Huang..." Yue Qingling sighed, the past was too painful to recall.
Why bring this up?
"Little Immortal, you can call me sister from now on, or... you can call me auntie too." Huang Xinyan mustered her courage and gently suggested.
Yue Qingling had no choice but to say, "Aunt Yan, we're trapped here now, and I really just want to die."
"Don't talk nonsense. How can such a good child like you just die like that?"
"It's just a little humiliation, things will always turn around. Auntie will stay with you from now on, okay?"
Huang Xinyan quickly tried to comfort him.
Despite his powerful cultivation, Little Immortal Venerable is still just a child at heart.
Huang Xinyan was grateful for his life-saving grace, and also felt a touch of maternal love stirred within her by him.
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