Chapter 73 Nine-Turn True Man vs. Lantern Festival "I don't remember anything..."
The moment the director cut the camera away, Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin emerged from the other side of a black cloth, and then immediately headed to the town at the foot of the mountain.
Before leaving, the actors came over to say goodbye as usual.
Many more people "died" today, and Wen Yinhe discovered that the "dead" people were the same ones from last time.
The next time we meet will probably be during the final battle between immortals and demons, and the actors need to rush back to clean up and change costumes.
The actors aren't in a hurry; they can take the cable car down slowly, which will take at least several tens of minutes.
But Wen Yinhe was in a hurry; he needed to fly down using a paraglider.
The production team prepared tandem paragliding, originally planning for one instructor per person to take Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin down separately.
However, once the two men pulled out their professional paragliding certificates, the director realized that he had wasted his time hiring these two instructors.
In the end, Wen Yinhe carried Lu Huaijin down.
Lu Huaijin was in front, and Wen Yinhe was behind. The two of them ran quickly across the grass toward the cliff ahead, without stopping or feeling any fear, relying only on each other's complete trust and tacit understanding.
When they reached the edge of the cliff, the two of them stomped heavily on the edge together.
It was as if a powerful force was lifting the two of them upwards, and the transition from the ground to the sky was incredibly smooth, without the slightest feeling of weightlessness.
When the cool, refreshing breeze blows in your face, you feel as if you've already flown into the sky.
My body felt as light as if it were floating in the air, with majestic and winding mountains and lush forests beneath my feet, an endless blue sky and white clouds above my head, and the person I loved most in my life standing in front of me.
Wen Yinhe couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the top of Lu Huaijin's head, as if he were kissing not a strand of hair, but a cloud in the sky.
Lu Huaijin lay comfortably and at ease in front of him. As if sensing something, he raised his head and glanced at the person above him. He smiled and turned his head to kiss Wen Yinhe's neck, gently rubbing his soft cheek against hers.
The two were still wearing traditional wedding attire, the bright red spreading freely in the air, layer upon layer, like a magnificent brocade blooming in the sky, freer than the wind and longer than the clouds.
This was almost a grand wedding, breaking free from the shackles of the earth, with the sky as the medium and the sun and moon as witnesses.
The howling wind is the music of ritual, the churning sea of clouds is the red carpet, and the blazing sun is the most magnificent lantern hanging between heaven and earth.
Those who remained on the mountain couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:
Wow, so beautiful!
"Why do I suddenly feel like crying? Waaaaah."
"Background music should be playing here: You are the wind, I am the sand, entwined until the ends of the earth."
The director glanced at it only once, then immediately dispatched a drone to catch up with them. After the live stream ended, this clip, paired with a romantic background music, could be a special bonus for SVIP members, titled "[Inviting Heaven and Earth to Our Wedding Banquet]." He wondered who could resist paying for it, hahaha! He's simply an ordinary little genius!
The paraglider landed smoothly after only five minutes of flight.
The production crew had already parked the car and, as soon as the two landed, immediately drove them towards the ancient town.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin were going to different places, so they could only say goodbye with a kiss here for the time being.
On the bus, the makeup artist hurried to prepare Wen Yinhe's makeup and styling for the next scene.
Looking at the makeup artist's seemingly magical and incredibly fast technique in the mirror, Wen Yinhe suddenly had another idea for the subsequent plot: "Can you do special effects makeup?"
"Yes, I know exactly what I'll do," the makeup artist replied quickly, her hands moving non-stop. "What kind of wounds does Teacher Wen want? Battle-damaged? Knife wounds, burns, sword wounds, blindness, missing fingers—anything's OK, Teacher Wen. Where would you like to be injured?"
Wen Yinhe couldn't help but chuckle and said, "No need for all that. I just wanted to ask, can aging be treated? I have an idea..."
Upon hearing this, the makeup artists' eyes widened slowly, filled with barely suppressed excitement and amazement.
Without a doubt, if they can perfectly fulfill Wen Yinhe's requirements, this scene will be a huge hit! And these makeup artists will definitely receive everyone's praise!
Everyone was right. No matter who you are, as long as you follow Teacher Wen diligently, you will definitely soar to great heights!
Teacher Wen is their magic touch! He's a god!
Enough said, even if they can't do it, they have to!
When the camera finally finished its empty shot, it focused again on the moment Wen Yinhe opened his eyes while lying on the bed.
A familiar, gentle voice reached my ears:
"You're awake."
Wen Yinhe looked up warily and met Du Ruopu's gentle, smiling face.
He was unusually not wearing his glasses, and his overly long bangs, after being trimmed, now neatly revealed his forehead.
His facial features are distinct but not sharp, and due to his temperament, his eyes naturally hold a hint of gentleness and accommodation towards all things in the world.
He was dressed in a plain blue long gown, with the cuffs neatly rolled up, revealing a section of fair and strong wrist. His slender fingers were holding a stack of books, making him look like a scholar.
[Holy crap?! This is Kapibala! The difference between him with and without glasses is so huge!]
Help! I'm actually starting to believe those stories where someone takes off their glasses and gets a new fringe and suddenly becomes stunning! I'm done with that, I'm not a book fan anymore, I'm a looks fan now! (doge)
[Kapibala, please keep this makeup on your face forever! Boss, could you dress like this for your book signings too? Just for your readers! QAQ]
"Brother, who are you..." Wen Yinhe covered his throbbing and dizzy forehead, slowly sat up, and changed out of his tattered red wedding dress and into a thin, clean undergarment.
Du Ruopu is slow-paced and speaks slowly. It was her first time acting, and she was very uncomfortable. Two shy blushes unconsciously appeared on her face, and even the slight trembling of her eyelashes when she was thinking carried a kind of gentle hesitation.
"I am Du Ruopu, a pill cultivator and also a weapon refiner. When I was looking for herbs in the back mountain, you suddenly fell from the sky, so I picked you up and fed you some pills. How are you feeling now? Are you feeling any better?"
Wen Yinhe slowly widened his eyes, his gaze filled with genuine admiration and respect, and bowed respectfully, saying:
"So you are the renowned Pill King—Nine Revolutions True Man! Back when you were refining the Nine Revolutions Divine Pill, purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles, the fragrance of the pill filled the fields and all the herbs flourished, sweet rain fell from the sky, and withered bones grew flesh. I was fortunate enough to glimpse a trace of this extraordinary phenomenon, and I suddenly understood. When I emerged from seclusion, a hundred years had passed, and my cultivation had directly broken through a small realm. All of this is thanks to Nine Revolutions True Man. Today, I am fortunate to meet you and finally have the opportunity to express my gratitude in person."
Du Ruopu was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, sweating profusely. He clearly didn't have the same strong sense of conviction as Wen Yinhe. After listening to Wen Yinhe's boasting about him with a tingling sensation on his scalp, his eyes were empty, his face was burning and numb, and he had been gone for quite a while.
"No need to be so polite, haha, just call me by my name..."
[Hahahaha, this is the first time I've seen someone with "SOS" written all over their face so clearly!]
Let me in! I'm not afraid of being embarrassed! I absolutely love this kind of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) vibe!
"Thank you for saving my life, Brother Du. I feel much better now. My name is Wen Yinhe, a sword cultivator," Wen Yinhe said, bowing with clasped hands. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he said in a flustered manner, "Oh, right, my sword..."
“Brother Wen’s sword is here,” Du Ruopu quickly got up, picked up the sword that was placed at the foot of the bed, and handed it to Wen Yinhe. “It fell down with you, so I picked it up together.”
Wen Yinhe thanked him and quickly took Lanxue into his arms. A great weight was lifted from his heart, but a heavy part still weighed on his mind and he couldn't shake it off.
Du Ruopu asked in a gentle voice, "Forgive my abruptness, but may I ask where Brother Wen comes from and why you have suddenly appeared in the back mountain?"
Unexpectedly, Wen Yinhe paused slightly, a hint of emptiness appearing in his pure eyes, and murmured, "I... I seem to remember nothing. Apart from being a sword cultivator, I remember nothing else..."
[Holy crap?! Time travel caused someone to lose their memory?!]
[Wasn't the Demon Lord supposed to have fallen with us? Where did he go? Did he fall somewhere else?]
[Aaaaaaah, please don't separate! Please don't torture me! There's no one watching Lu's live stream, you guys better be preparing a surprise for me, waaaaaah QAQ]
"It's alright. The memories will always be in your mind, and you'll remember them sooner or later. Let me make some pills for you to take first. Maybe when you feel better, your memories will come back naturally."
Du Ruopu comforted him, then put down the book in his hand and took out a beautifully crafted immortal furnace from the cabinet, which he estimated to be a top-grade immortal artifact.
He sat cross-legged on the futon and made an incredibly complex hand gesture around the alchemy furnace, which looked like he had practiced it for a very long time. Soon, the alchemy furnace emitted a dazzling light.
Wen Yinhe watched with curiosity as Du Ruopu finished refining the pills, then looked expectantly as he slowly opened the furnace in front of him—
The next second, Du Ruopu slammed the lid shut, his eyes wide with horror.
Oh no, I forgot to put the pills in beforehand.
Wen Yinhe: "..."
If he's not mistaken, it should be empty inside, right?
Du Ruopu hugged the alchemy furnace tightly, his face flushed, his eyes flashing with embarrassment and awkwardness. He explained dryly, "I'm sorry, I forgot to put in a very important medicinal herb. Please wait a moment."
Wen Yinhe watched as Du Ruopu, clutching the alchemy furnace, turned his back, trying to cover up his actions, and then began rummaging through his pockets.
“Oh, right,” Du Ruopu remembered something, turned his head and looked at Wen Yinhe with clear eyes, and asked, “Brother Wen, what flavor do you like?”
Wen Yinhe: "..."
Can he still choose?
Wen Yinhe thought of the smell of the shower gel at home. Before his mind could process it, his mouth had already unconsciously opened its mouth:
"Do you... have white peach flavor?"
"Ah, white peach flavor, let me find it... no, I mean let me refine it..." Du Ruopu muttered to himself as he rummaged through the candy box in his pocket, "white peach, white peach..."
Wen Yinhe was about to break down. He wiped his face and said with difficulty and pain, "Actually, I can handle any taste..."
Du Ruopu couldn't find it, so he apologized to Wen Yinhe with a look of shame, "I'm sorry, I can't seem to find it... no, I can't make white peach flavor. Would grape flavor work?"
Wen Yinhe quickly replied, "Yes, yes, thank you for your trouble, Brother Du."
Du Ruopu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out a grape-flavored candy and threw it into the alchemy furnace.
The alchemy furnace immediately emitted crackling and popping sounds.
Du Ruopu: "..."
Wen Yinhe: "..."
No, why is it making a sound when I throw it in?
Sure enough, everyone here is here to test him!
[Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore! Kapibala, why don't you just let the actor choose the candy in your pocket?!]
[It's obvious this alchemist is very inexperienced (doge)]
【Kapibala, a fully automatic troublemaker!】
[Poor actor, he wants to laugh but can't. This shows how desperate it is for a professional to be mixed up with a bunch of amateurs. It seems like only the actor and the NPCs are putting on a good show in the whole world, hahaha. Maybe this is the loneliness of the strong (shrug)]
[After filming this episode, the Best Actor discovered that his masseter muscles had grown into abs (lol)]
With his strong sense of conviction, Wen Yinhe managed to suppress a laugh, though he almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in.
I must say, this elixir is quite delicious. It's sweet and milky, probably made with a mixture of milk and grape juice, and it smells especially good.
I must ask Du Ruopu for a few more when I have the chance, so that when I reunite with Huai Jin, I can let Huai Jin have a taste too.
As Wen Yinhe was taking the pills, the door suddenly opened, and Xiao Jue walked in from outside. When he saw Wen Yinhe on the bed, he showed no surprise, probably because he had seen Wen Yinhe beforehand while Wen Yinhe was unconscious.
"Brother Wen, you're awake."
When Xiao Jue walked up to Du Ruopu, he casually took a pill from Du Ruopu's pocket and popped it into his mouth.
The movements were fluid and natural, clearly indicating that they had been practiced countless times before.
"You are..." Wen Yinhe's eyes were clear and confused, but he secretly took in the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
No wonder it only tastes like grapes; it turns out that President Xiao likes it, so this is a way for him to get some grape-flavored dog food.
Sigh, I miss Huai Jin.
"Hmm? Amnesia?" Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself that the young couple really knew how to play. He had no choice but to introduce himself again, but deliberately did not mention that they had met in the Demon Palace.
Wen Yinhe looked at him expectantly: "Since Brother Xiao and I have known each other for a long time, could you tell me something about my past?"
Xiao Jue was clearly a smart man. Since Wen Yinhe had already staged amnesia, he obviously wanted to forget everything from the past, so he simply didn't say everything:
"Actually, I don't know you very well. As you said, you are a sword cultivator, possessing the Lanxue Sword, and everyone respectfully calls you the Lanxue Immortal Venerable. You are famous in the cultivation world, which is why I know you. However, your sect has long since declined. The people in the sect are either dead or have run away, and you can't go back. You are basically a rogue cultivator. If you don't mind, you can stay with me temporarily until you recover from your injuries. We are old acquaintances, so it's no trouble at all."
Since Xiao Jue had already said that, Wen Yinhe knew he couldn't get any more information out of him. He thanked him and then didn't ask any more questions.
Du Ruopu glanced at Xiao Jue discreetly, wondering why he would conceal Wen Yinhe's past, but he didn't say much. He would listen to Mr. Xiao; it was definitely the right thing to do.
"You two are..." Wen Yinhe paused, turning his gaze to the two people in front of him who, in theory, should be completely unrelated, a pill cultivator and a demon cultivator.
After Xiao Jue's brief explanation, Wen Yinhe had a general understanding of their script.
In short, Du Ruopu is a pill cultivator who also works as a weapon refiner. He is very wealthy. To repay a life-saving debt, he marries an ordinary woman named Shu Bao'er and forces her into the path of cultivation with all sorts of elixirs and miraculous medicines. Unfortunately, Shu Bao'er is hopeless and her cultivation stagnates after reaching the Golden Core stage, and she can't advance any further.
One day, Du Ruopu unexpectedly learned that the so-called life-saving grace was actually a trap set specifically for him, and that all he wanted was other people's blood; there had never been any sincerity on his part.
After discovering that she had been exposed, Shu Bao'er used a forbidden technique that she had stolen from somewhere in an attempt to steal Du Ruopu's talent for alchemy.
Caught off guard, Du Ruopu was ambushed and forced to flee, collapsing in the mountains where he was later picked up by Xiao Jue.
"After being unconscious for a day and a night, I was awakened by a... beautiful song."
Du Ruopu almost bit his tongue over the last few words. When he met Xiao Jue's teasing and subtle gaze, he blushed deeply and his eyes darted around, clearly not used to lying.
Wen Yinhe: Pfft—
What else could drive an honest person to say such outrageous things if not love?
[Beautiful singing voice... Honest guy, you're not being honest anymore! You've started lying through your teeth for love! (doge)]
[The script from the production team is so awful, hahaha! It's all realism, is this supposed to be insightful? It's practically a veiled criticism! (laughing and crying)]
So this is actually Xiao Jue's house, a rather large mansion located in the ancient town, which shows he's quite wealthy.
However, for the sake of convenience, the demon race often travels among the various races of the Heavenly Stems Continent and also has business in the human world, which is not surprising.
After exchanging information with both sides, Xiao Jue, under the pretext of letting Wen Yinhe rest and recuperate, grabbed Du Ruopu and left.
After leaving the room, Xiao Jue turned and went into the study, where he wrote a letter containing only one short sentence—
[Immortal Venerable Lanxue has lost her memory; she has forgotten her past.]
Then, Du Ruopu watched as Xiao Jue summoned a pigeon and stuffed the letter into the thin string on the pigeon's leg.
The pigeon flew away silently.
Du Ruopu stared at Xiao Jue in disbelief, but suddenly a long, slender, white finger of the man gently covered her slightly parted lips.
Xiao Jue's slightly upturned eyes, with their captivating curve, magnified before Du Ruopu's eyes. His breath brushed against Du Ruopu's cheek, carrying a faint grape scent that was so rich it almost intoxicated Du Ruopu.
Du Ruopu's whole body tensed up, his blood rushed to his head, and he was as stiff and unable to move as a wooden scholar possessed by a demon. However, his eyes were as if bewitched, staring at the man's brightly colored lips as he slightly parted them. His voice was deep and mellow, brushing against his eardrums.
Shh...you didn't see anything.
Du Ruopu's cheeks flushed bright red, and all his words were silenced by the warm finger pressed against his lips, the small patch of skin that was touched quickly becoming hot.
Xiao Jue had enjoyed his flustered and shy demeanor for a while. With a smile, he gently patted his burning cheek, then casually withdrew and turned to leave the study without hesitation.
After a long while, Du Ruopu finally caught his breath, his whole body burning hot as if he had just had a wet dream, and his back was soaked with sweat in just a few seconds.
He raised his hand uncontrollably, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy experiencing the stirrings of first love, and trembled as he touched his lips. His heart was pounding more violently and rapidly than he had ever felt in his life.
He just... probably encountered a real fairy.
[Ahhhhhh, a fairy! There's a fairy! I'm a pure and innocent scholar turned fairy! So fragrant!]
[Tsk tsk, the young master's offensive is fierce! Let's try to win him over before the variety show ends, hehehe!]
[No doubt about it, this letter from the young master was definitely sent to the Demon Lord, hahaha. He's always been switching sides, and no one understands being a fence-sitter better than the young master (doge)]
Xiao Jue waited outside for a while and soon received Lu Huaijin's reply, which contained only six short words—
[The Lantern Festival is in two days.]
He understood immediately, destroyed the letter, and then walked back to his room.
She couldn't even win over her own man, yet she had to help President Lu add some spice to his man's life during the show's games. Tsk.
However, being able to build a good relationship with President Lu through this is ultimately a win for him.
When Xiao Jue returned, he saw Wen Yinhe frowning and clutching his chest, looking worried. It was clear that something was going to happen.
He paused, and very considerately went over to rehearse with him.
Sure enough, as soon as he walked up to Wen Yinhe, Wen Yinhe seemed to have triggered a line, and murmured in a low, ethereal voice:
"I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight and painful. I feel like there's a heavy burden on my mind that I can't let go of, like I'm thinking about someone. But whenever I try to think about that person, it becomes blurry and I can't grasp him no matter what I do, which makes my heart ache."
Xiao was determined to help you. Of course, he was heartbroken that you lost your wife. Thinking of the contents of that note, he blurted out:
"Oh, simple. It's probably because you saw me and Du... Nine Turns True Person being so loving and affectionate, and you feel empty and lonely inside. To put it simply, you're having romantic feelings. My suggestion for this is that the Lantern Festival is in a couple of days. Perhaps you could try your luck and meet your true love, someone you can spend your life with. Oh, and remember to dress up nicely."
Wen Yinhe: "..."
No, is it really that straightforward?
Aren't you planning to act opposite him...?
Holy crap, a miracle doctor! Absolutely amazing!!!
[Hahahaha, while others reveal their true intentions when they're about to unleash their true colors, this young master has come blatantly carrying a knife! Could your intentions be any more obvious?!]
[I can diagnose this too. Have the Demon Lord strip naked and sit on the Immortal Lord's back for a couple of moments, and I guarantee it'll cure him!]
Teacher, this isn't a no-man's-land! (Little face turns yellow)
Thanks to President Xiao, this scene ended very quickly after it had just begun.
Time flies! Before we knew it, it was already the Lantern Festival.
During the empty shots, Wen Yinhe secretly went to eat a quick dinner and touched up her makeup. While eating, she specifically asked the director if Lu Huaijin had eaten properly and received an affirmative answer before she felt at ease.
It was already evening, and the entire ancient town was brightly lit, with colorful lanterns hanging in front of every household, and crowds thronging under the lights.
The scholars who used to recite poetry by their boats during the day are now fanning themselves and commenting on the verses inscribed on the lamps.
The ladies specially changed into brightly colored silk skirts, with sachets swaying gently at their waists, their clothes exuding fragrance. They half-closed their round fans, but their eyes secretly darted to the tall figures under the lantern riddle shed.
Vendors nimbly weaved through the gaps in the crowd, loudly hawking candied hawthorns and steaming hot dumplings.
[No, these steamed buns and glutinous rice balls are real! I saw so many NPCs actually eating them! I was stunned!]
[Hahaha, you can tell everyone's really hungry. They probably ate dinner along with the food.]
[Eating, acting, and shopping all at the same time—so much fun!!!]
[The extras: We've never had such a great time acting! Remember to call us again if there's another good opportunity like this!]
[I want to go again if there's another good opportunity like this! Where are they recruiting? To be honest, I've been a drama queen since I was little!]
To avoid attracting attention, Wen Yinhe deliberately changed his white hair back to black and loosely tied it up with an ordinary jade hairpin.
He rarely changed out of his usual white robes, and instead put on a dark ink-colored brocade robe.
He lost some of his aloofness and gained more of his noble air, making his face appear even more otherworldly and ethereal, unlike any ordinary person.
Holding a green fan, she was actually Lan Xue in disguise.
Overall, although his demeanor still stands out from the crowd, at least one wouldn't immediately recognize him as an immortal; he would simply be mistaken for a noble young master from a very good family.
[Ahhhhhh! The Immortal Venerable has a new skin! It's the first time I've seen the Immortal Venerable in black clothes and with black hair! He's so beautiful!]
I admit I'm a shipper, but don't you guys think this black outfit gives off a more demonic vibe...?
[Damn! The girl in front is really good at shipping! I haven't seen the Demon Lord for hours, I miss him so much, waaaaaaah!]
On the Lantern Festival, the lights are dazzling and the fireworks burn all night long.
The streets were crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.
Wen Yinhe struggled to walk. Wherever he went, countless beautiful women would stuff purses into his hands and throw handkerchiefs at him. With his superb dodging skills, he evaded wave after wave of attacks, and finally stopped in front of a mask vendor, unable to bear the harassment any longer.
The moment the stall owner looked up, he was utterly stunned by the beauty. He immediately understood the troubles of this extremely handsome young man and chuckled as he personally picked out a silver eye mask with a white crane pattern for him.
"This one is most suitable for your temperament, young master."
Wen Yinhe's gaze involuntarily fell on a pair of menacing black masks next to him, and a blurry figure flashed through his mind almost instantly.
When he came to his senses, his hand had already picked it up uncontrollably.
Wen Yinhe paused slightly, then stopped hesitating, smiled, handed the money to the stall owner, and then put the mask on without hesitation:
"I actually prefer this one."
[...It's not my imagination, the Immortal Venerable's attire is really starting to look more and more like the Demon Venerable, holy crap!]
[Even though I've lost my memory, I still remember your preferences, your appearance, and I unconsciously dress and style myself to resemble you. In the days when I couldn't remember you, I became more and more like you. After you left, I finally lived like you... Damn it, you're such a master! So heartbreaking yet so sweet, waaaaaah!]
With the addition of the black mask and all-black attire, Wen Yinhe's aura became even more subdued, and the number of people trying to strike up a conversation with him decreased sharply, finally allowing him to catch his breath.
Just as he was pondering the riddle, the Lanxue in his hand suddenly began to move, shaking wildly as if it were having a seizure.
Then, it actually slipped out of his hand and flew rapidly into the depths of the crowded street.
Wen Yinhe was taken aback and hurriedly went after him.
[Holy crap? Besides being able to light up, hum, and be magnetic, Xiaoxue is now electric!!!]
[I can't take it anymore, Ali! Can you please sell all these swords, fans, chains, and stuff as merchandise?! I love them so much! I really want them!]
[@Director, you money-grubber! You got off easy! Get out here and collect your money!]
The director backstage said everything was received.
At the same moment, Wen Yinhe hurriedly chased after Lan Xue, struggling through the crowd. Just as he was about to grab the fan handle, the fan crashed into a tall and handsome figure.
"Smack!"
Lan Xue shamelessly clung tightly to a jade-colored belt around someone's waist, refusing to get off no matter what, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Young master, I'm very sorry—"
As a self-disciplined and respectful immortal, Wen Yinhe had never been in such a sorry state before.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he bowed deeply in embarrassment, but the moment he looked up and saw the person in front of him, he froze.
The viewers in the live chat had already gone crazy the moment Lanxue recklessly created a belt.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com