Move out
The divine realm, Yaochi.
Haotian was fishing in the pond, looking relaxed: "You are here, sit down."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and a set of fishing gear appeared out of thin air.
After Qingxuan saluted, he held the bottom of the rod handle with one hand, his eyes fixed on a certain spot on the lake, and naturally dropped the line.
Haotian calmly reminded: "Last time you also used a straight hook, and you didn't catch a single fish."
Qingxuan smiled and said, "The fish is timid. Last time it was just testing the waters, but it may not be the same this time."
As he finished speaking, as the fishing line tightened, Qingxuan exerted force with his forearm, lifted the rod steadily, and a red carp was brought out of the pond.
Haotian's expression remained unchanged. "I thought you were hiding your cultivation level because you were staying by the side of the Pure Turbid God. It turns out you're killing two birds with one stone. Oh no, three birds with one stone. One is the prophecy, the second is behind the scenes, and the third is overcoming the tribulation."
Qing Xuan remained silent, then suppressed his cultivation to a minimum, saying, "The Purifying God has made rapid progress in his cultivation and can now freely control his divine power. Few can match him. There are always weaker forces within a faction, otherwise how could they act behind the scenes? Regarding the thunder tribulation, the Heavenly Monarch misunderstood me. It was indeed unexpected."
"Alright, you've taken advantage of me and are still acting like a good boy. Now you've reached the level of a Godly Master."
Haotian saw Qingxuan's actions and asked, "Why, are you still going to keep it secret?"
Qing Xuan nodded: "Your Majesty is wise. If it weren't for the critical moment, I could have kept this trump card. What if the white-robed man came to assassinate me again?"
Haotian: "So you are the bait in the hands of the Pure Turbid God, and you still want to put on a show with me? If there is no opportunity, then create it. This is the Qingxuan I know."
Qingxuan accepted it completely: "It is my honor, but, the Heavenly Lord seems worried?"
Haotian was silent for a moment, his expression complicated. He said, "Firstly, the Purifying God has extraordinary power, but if his sea of consciousness cannot be expanded with cultivation, it will be extremely easy for him to become a demon during the later stages of purification. Secondly, if the prophecy stone indicates that the Purifying God is related to the safety of the divine world, how will you choose?"
Qingxuan's voice was calm and steady, giving people the feeling that he had no selfish motives at all: "Don't worry, Lord Tianjun. No matter what time, Qingxuan's first priority is to protect the Divine Realm."
Haotian was relieved. "Okay, the matter between Yanfan and the white-robed man is closely related to the spiritual spring and turbid air. You and the God of Purification will investigate together. I will let Guizang, the God of Purification, and Jiuli fully cooperate with you."
One day, Haotian felt immense regret. How could this be completely selfless? For that person, he had even given up his life.
Qingxuan: "Yes. The person behind the scenes took advantage of the conflict between me and the God of Purification to assassinate me. I think he can't sit still anymore. But the man in white robes seems to be someone we are familiar with."
After he finished speaking, Haotian paused holding the fishing rod and glanced at Qingxuan, who raised his eyebrows respectfully.
"There's no point in glaring at me. Think about what unusual things or people have happened around you recently."
Hearing this, Haotian withdrew his gaze and concentrated, not knowing what he was thinking.
A cold wind suddenly blew across the lake, creating ripples that did not calm down for a long time.
After a while, whether intentionally or not, Haotian changed the subject: "I heard that the God of Purification wants to drive you out. Do you need me to issue another oracle to help you?"
Qing Xuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Tian. I can handle this matter."
Haotian waved his hand and said, "If there are flowers that are ready to be plucked, they must be plucked immediately. If you don't want the oracle now, I won't give it to you if you want it later."
——
The divine world, a lonely place.
For several kilometers in radius, cranes flapped their wings and ripples appeared on the lake. Behind the bright sunlight, in the darkness, in the bustling city, and in people's hearts, wisps of foul air began to grow, but before they could take shape, they were all purified by the invisible golden spiritual power.
Yan Zhu opened her eyes and stared at the Chaos Spirit at her fingertips, her expression unable to conceal her joy: "My perception of the turbid air—"
Enhanced.
Wu Jiuxuan spun around excitedly in mid-air: "It must be because of the Dan formation! The master can actually purify the foul air thousands of miles away from here in the lonely land."
Yan Zhu also found it miraculous: "Could this be the cultivation of a Divine Lord? A single thought can reveal the laws of Dao, unfettered by perception, and able to be freely controlled."
Wu Jiu: "Master, your spiritual sense is strong now. If there is foul air in a certain place, can you easily sense it?"
"?"
Yan Zhu suddenly felt that she seemed to be set up by heaven.
This is simply a chosen purifier, tailor-made for you.
"Before, at least the turbid air came to me and I had to purify it. Now, I want to run around the six realms to purify the turbid air."
Yan Zhu's thin shoulders collapsed instantly.
She had no cultivation or strength in the past, but she had plenty of time to relax and have fun. Now, she was cultivating, purifying herself, creating formations, catching the mastermind, and preventing assassinations...
“It’s so bitter…”
As she finished speaking, she saw Qingxuan walking in with a fish in his hand out of the corner of her eye.
Mimi on the table smelled the scent and opened her cat-like eyes like glass.
"Meow——" What a fat fish.
"We're having three-fresh fish soup tonight."
The man went straight into the kitchen without saying a word about moving out.
Wujiu sent a message: Master, do you want to remind Qingxuan?
Yan Zhu replied: I haven’t had three-fresh fish soup for a long time, I’ll have it soon after eating it.
Wujiu: ...You are really destroying the bridge after crossing it.
Yan Zhu originally wanted to support his chin and continue to appreciate the man's cooking skills for a while, but suddenly realized that this was the lustful desire that only appeared in the second form, so he shook his head and reminded himself in his heart: Don't be too self-indulgent.
The man in the kitchen moved swiftly. He put two fingers together, gathered his spirit into a blade, and slid it from left to right, removing the scales and the fishy smell.
With the other hand, he flicked his fingers, and the pan was frying with spiritual fire. When both sides were golden brown, he stretched out his forearm slightly, picked up the spices, and sprinkled a circle of Huadiao wine. The soup in the pot instantly turned white and filled with fragrance.
The movements were continuous and extremely skillful. At the same time, the man raised his eyelids and glanced at Yanzhu. She was reviewing the formation with her back to the kitchen. Her back was thin but straight, and the exposed back of her neck was slender and white, which was extremely eye-catching.
In the past, the woman would turn around and secretly look at him from time to time, but now——
Not even once.
The man narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and gloomy.
Yan Zhu was watching intently when suddenly she heard a "pop" sound behind her, which was the sound of a pot lid being closed.
But wasn't he trying too hard? It didn't quite fit Qingxuan's usual calm and composed style.
But Yan Zhu was only slightly surprised and did not look back.
Then, Yan Zhu heard Qing Xuan's indifferent words from behind him: "It will take another half an hour."
Yan Zhu said "hmm" without turning her head, staring at the ancient book.
At some point, a shadow fell over her head. Yan Zhu looked up and saw the man's gaze, as calm as water, fixed on the book in her hand.
"You want to see it?" Yan Zhu was puzzled.
"Need not."
Qingxuan withdrew his gaze and sat down opposite Yanzhu, his sleeves still rolled up, revealing a pair of strong arms. The afterglow of the setting sun added a layer of honey to his skin.
"But my hands are dirty, so I need you to help me put down my sleeves."
After he finished speaking, the man stretched out his arm towards Yanzhu.
Yan Zhu remained motionless, her gaze moving from the honey-colored forearm to the handsome face of the man, who had a smile on his lips, looking as gentle as usual.
But in Yanzhu's opinion, gentleness is not a man's appearance, but a disguise.
She is no longer the Yanzhu she was a year ago, but this man seems to want to maintain the status quo?
Considering that he was willing to expose his cultivation to resist the thunder tribulation and was seriously injured, Yan Zhu didn't bother to say anything more and reached out to spread the man's sleeves.
The woman's hands were white and delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade, and the contrast with her sturdy arms was even more eye-catching.
"Is the kitchen so hot?" Yanzhu muttered.
From a distance, this scene looks like an ordinary couple in the human world, with the wife tidying up her husband's clothes.
Qingxuan stared at Yanzhu's casual eyebrows and eyes, and the darkness in his eyes disappeared when the woman raised her eyes, and he returned to indifference.
"Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Yan Zhu said, "By the way, when are you moving out?"
The man was silent for a moment, then he said slowly with his thin lips, "What's the rush? Let's move after dinner."
Yan Zhu was puzzled. This bastard had been fasting for a long time, so why would he care about drinking this mouthful of fish soup?
The next second, she saw the man making hand gestures and rolling up his sleeves. The big man was squatting in the flower garden, fiddling with something.
Wujiu was speechless and had a reasonable suspicion: Master, was Qingxuan struck stupid by the purple thunder? Why is this guy acting so strangely?
Yan Zhu: I want to know too. Never mind. Let him do whatever he wants.
Anyway, it’s only half an hour before dark.
——
Half an hour later, night fell.
Yan Zhu closed the ancient book and looked up to find that the grass next to the calming flowers in the flower garden was already planted with some kind of flowers. From a distance, the light was subtle and each flower looked like an exquisite lamp. A closer look revealed that the petals were as thin as cicada wings, and even the veins were vaguely visible under the transparent luster, revealing a fragile beauty.
"Is this... a streamer flower?"
Yanzhu suddenly remembered the first time she proposed to move out. She had unreasonably made things difficult for Qingxuan and asked the man to find the new Liuguang flower in the Baihua Palace.
Wujiu transmitted the message: Master, the candidate for the God of Flowers has not yet been decided, and the Flowing Light Flower has long been shelved. Qingxuan actually found the seeds of the Flowing Light Flower and planted them.
Yanzhu's fingers hanging by her side moved slightly, and her heart began to be moved again.
She looked towards the tall, slender figure in the kitchen, with veins bulging on his forearms, as he walked out carrying fish soup.
Yan Zhu's eyes slid down to the man's smiling face, and her mind couldn't help but recall Qingxuan's calm and composed eyes when the purple thunder fell, and his thin lips opening and closing, and the two light words that came out: agreement.
The woman let out a breath, stopped her wild thoughts, and finally came to an agreement.
After being cheated so many times, don’t you learn your lesson?
Qingxuan was still fiddling with the fish soup over there, unaware that the woman had reinforced his defenses time and time again, and now they were as solid as a rock. Every day that followed, Qingxuan regretted his decision.
After Yanzhu sat down, she cast a glance at the man with obvious intention.
Qingxuan laughed unhappily, as if he was already used to the woman's behavior of breaking the bridge after crossing it. He said, "You promised me that no one else can live in the west room except you... the owner."
Yanzhu scooped up a bowl of fish soup, took a sip, and said vaguely: "I remember."
Anyway, after the man left, she had the final say on how to arrange the west room.
Qing Xuan couldn't help but sneer at the woman's perfunctory response and started a new topic: "Now that you've formed your elixir, your sea of consciousness is vast and boundless. If it weren't for the same level of turbid energy, you wouldn't be easily affected by the backlash. But do everything within your ability and don't try to be too aggressive."
"knew."
Qingxuan looked at Yanzhi, who was staring at him eagerly, and then his gaze fell on Yanzhu again: "I'll leave Yanzhi to you. If you have any problems in the future, let Yanzhi come to me. We can communicate faster within the Xuanya clan."
"knew."
"I'll leave my tits to you too."
Qingxuan glanced at the cat eating fish on the table. The cat was eating with great relish and didn't care who it was with.
"knew."
Qingxuan looked at Yanzhu and said, "You must not waste a single day of your cultivation."
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