Win Wanwan let out a chuckle.
“Isn’t Fairy Xu Qing very beautiful?”
“Not even a tenth as beautiful as Wanwan,” Jiang Huai said with a serious expression.
Win Wanwan laughed even more heartily, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai, you seemed to be fleeing from something like a flood or a ferocious beast just now…”
“Shouldn’t Wanwan praise me?”
“Wanwan listens to Senior Brother Jiang Huai… As long as Senior Brother Jiang Huai likes it, Wanwan won’t be angry.”
“I don’t like it.”
“That’s even better,” Win Wanwan hugged his arm, her smile cunning.
“Wanwan is laughing so happily,” Jiang Huai looked at her faintly.
“Because it’s too interesting, Senior Brother Jiang Huai seems to be afraid of her… You ran as if you were escaping when you were holding my hand just now.” Win Wanwan’s eyes also twinkled with laughter. Jiang Huai put on a stern face, “This is clearly me upholding my male virtue! Wanwan is laughing so happily… I’ll have to think carefully tonight whether to pity Wanwan.”
Win Wanwan’s eyes instantly changed to feign fear and innocence, like a startled little deer. She hugged Jiang Huai’s arm, stood on tiptoes, and whispered into his ear.
“No, no… Wanwan should serve you with her lips and tongue first, and then serve you with her little feet, otherwise… Wanwan will faint.”
“No, no. If you faint, I’ll shake you awake and continue to bully you.”
“Don’t want to no…” Win Wanwan’s voice became softer and softer. Her delicate pink tongue gently licked his ear. “Does Senior Brother Jiang Huai not like Wanwan’s tongue anymore? Wanwan has practiced a lot… And, and, you clearly said last night that Wanwan’s little feet were soft and fragrant and that you liked them very much…”
This feigned aggrieved look was too cute. Jiang Huai turned and picked up Win Wanwan, “Heh heh, then I’ll deal with you separately during the day and night.”
Win Wanwan reached out and hugged Jiang Huai’s neck, burying her little face in his chest and saying aggrievedly, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai is bullying me again…”
But when she was truly being bullied, Win Wanwan never dodged.
***
Jiang Xiaohu, who was lying in a cave contemplating life, suddenly felt that perhaps his greatest gain in the Daoji Ancestral Land this time was indeed the Overlord Art.
He was so tough, Jiang Xiaohu was no longer the soft-waisted boy he used to be!
He had cultivated the Overlord Art to the fifth level. The remaining four levels of pill refinement methods were all in the inheritance left by Overlord True Person. However, Jiang Huai was still struggling with whether to cultivate it, as this thing… cultivating it was truly painful.
He felt that the only reason he persevered back then was his hatred for Mo Dan, a hatred so intense that he wanted to skin Mo Dan alive. It was with that anger that he managed to endure. Normally, he would cry out in pain even with a light whip from Chu Xianning.
The secret realm of the Daoji Ancestral Land had ended and was about to close completely. Win Wanwan changed into a white Daoist robe, her jet-black hair tied up, exuding a cold and elegant aura. The Daoist robe covered her feet, and beneath her ankles were white embroidered shoes, revealing almost no skin. Only Jiang Huai knew that beneath her Daoist robe, her snow-white and tender legs were covered in white silk stockings, tightly encasing them.
She and Jiang Huai sat on a green mountain, taking one last look at the scenery of the Daoji Ancestral Land. As the Daoji Ancestral Land began to reject outsiders, Jiang Huai gently held Win Wanwan’s hand. After a moment of distortion, the two were teleported out together.
***
Outside the Daoji Ancestral Land.
Xu Qing looked at the couple standing on the grass in front of her. She was stunned for a moment and then quickly ran to them, calling out softly, “Dad, Mom, why are you here?”
“Your mother said she couldn’t sleep these past few days and was worried about your safety, so she wanted to come with me to pick you up,” Xu Ting said with a helpless smile. He looked at his daughter with doting eyes. After a moment, he looked at Xu Qing and suddenly froze, then smiled, “You’ve formed a five-stripe spirit pill?”
“Yes,” Xu Qing nodded gently. Her mother in front of her smiled gently, “As expected of my obedient daughter.”
Xu Qing bit her lip, not showing much joy on her face at the moment. She said softly, “Mom… Many, many things happened in the Daoji Ancestral Land.”
“Oh? What’s wrong?”
Xu Qing slowly began to speak, recounting everything that Mo Dan, the inheritor of the Refined Yin Demon Gu, had done in the Daoji Ancestral Land, as well as her own experiences.
Xu Ting and his wife’s expressions changed from shock to calm, which took a long time. Even though one was an Eighth Realm cultivator and the other was at the peak of the Seventh Realm, their eyes were filled with lingering fear. People from their era had all heard of the Refined Yin Demon Gu, such a heaven-defying item. To think it would reappear, and… it had actually been killed by a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining?!
The story was somewhat unbelievable. Xu Qing’s mother couldn’t help but ask for details again. Xu Qing meticulously recalled everything in her mind and told the story once more.
***
The person concerned, Jiang Huai, had already fled with Win Wanwan’s hand.
What he didn’t know was that his deeds were already spreading like a divine miracle. The Ziyun Pavilion outside the Daoji Ancestral Land heard about it and couldn’t help but come forward, trying to understand everything before publishing it in their periodical.
Nearly half of the cultivators had perished in the Daoji Ancestral Land, but among those who survived were many individuals of noble status. When they heard from Xu Qing that Jiang Huai had been willing to forcibly accept the inheritance and sacrifice his lifespan to save everyone, many of the rescued young cultivators couldn’t help but tear up. They almost spontaneously pleaded with their family elders to find him life-extending spirit medicine to repay his life-saving grace.
Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. They had personally witnessed the dazzling sword light when Jiang Huai arrived to save everyone, but they hadn’t considered the price he had to pay beneath that brilliance.
That was the Refined Yin Demon Gu, an existence that had troubled Ninth Realm Immortal Venerables greatly. Now, it had been strangled in the cradle, a fortunate event for the entire Eastern Region. And all of this had been borne by a nineteen-year-old sword cultivator.
As soon as the news spread, it immediately swept through. If previously, when Jiang Huai of Tian Xuan Sect had his cultivation crippled for saving a group of ordinary children in the mortal world, many cultivators had laughed. But this time… no one dared to utter a word of contempt or mockery, only immense admiration remained.
And it was precisely from this day forward that families or sects in Aolai Continent, Linglong Continent, and Sun Crown Continent of the Eastern Region began to send their sect’s life-extending spirit medicine to Guanxue Mountain in Tian Xuan Sect.
As for the person concerned, Jiang Xiaohu… he still hadn’t returned home.
***
“Okay, done.”
Jiang Huai flicked the blood from his spirit sword and glanced back at Win Wanwan. Win Wanwan had also finished her work.
Recently, two masked killing gods had appeared in Linglong Continent, specializing in slaughtering various evil cultivator lairs. Most of the evil cultivators did not have high cultivation levels, and those with extremely high cultivation levels were only trying to keep a low profile due to their numerous murders, for fear of being casually killed by a Seventh Realm Immortal Venerable who was in a bad mood.
The low-level evil cultivators who had died in Linglong Continent couldn’t figure out what they had done recently to attract these two masked killing gods.
Jiang Huai came to Win Wanwan’s side and looked at the dying evil cultivator under her sword. With a swipe of his Primordial Life and Death Sword, he easily added another twenty years to his lifespan.
Every evil cultivator was better to kill more than to let go. The Gu worms they cultivated required at least one life to originate. These evil cultivators’ Gu worms had all reached the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation realm, and they had taken nearly a hundred lives. Jiang Huai showed no mercy when he acted. He had killed more than a dozen in these few days, and it was slightly sickening.
“Alright, I’ve absorbed two hundred years of lifespan. I won’t kill anymore for now, I’m feeling dizzy.”
Win Wanwan nodded obediently, mounted her sword, and brought Jiang Huai to a city. The city seemed to be holding some kind of gathering, and it was very lively. Jiang Huai held Win Wanwan’s hand and strolled with her for a long time, treating it as a way to relax, as they had seen a lot of blood in the past few days.
In fact, most of the time, Win Wanwan was the one wielding her sword, and Jiang Huai guarded her from the side. This was not because he was lazy, but because Win Wanwan wanted to practice her learned sword techniques more and try to get used to the feeling of killing.
Having learned the sword techniques of Purple Slaughter True Person, Win Wanwan’s eyes were as cold as iron when she swung her sword. Jiang Xiaohu was initially startled by the murderous aura emanating from her, as Win Wanwan was usually so soft beside him. This decisive and ruthless demeanor was truly… incredibly cool.
Jiang Huai happily stayed by her side, protecting her as she fought against evil cultivators, watching her sword skills become more and more proficient. Then, he happily went to deliver the final blow and absorb the evil cultivators’ lifespans. At night, they would stroll in the bustling mortal cities to relax. He kept track of the time, and tonight he would use a Spirit Boat to go outside the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm. He would arrive in about a day and a night, just in time for the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm to end, so he could give Luo Qingyu a surprise.
… But he still had to confess what had happened between him and Win Wanwan, which might not be a surprise for Luo Qingyu.
A slight frown flickered across Jiang Xiaohu’s face, but he quickly hid it. The Spirit Boat was already floating above the sea of clouds. Win Wanwan, whose body had become soft, was huddled obediently in his arms. Win Wanwan loved to say provocative things to Jiang Xiaohu during the day, like tonight she would make Senior Brother Jiang Huai beg for mercy… But halfway through, it was always Win Wanwan who softly begged for mercy in a spoiled manner.
The girl in his arms slept soundly. Jiang Huai looked down at her sleeping face, feeling a little more at ease. He leaned down and gently kissed her, then closed his eyes.
***
Tian Xuan Sect, Guanxue Mountain.
Chu Xianning looked at the spirit medicines delivered today with confusion. The sender’s names were all famous families from various continents, and her brows furrowed slightly.
…What were these spirit medicines for?
