"Divorce?! But... but if it angers Senior Xu, it might bring disaster to you and Qing Jun."
Mao Qingzhu murmured softly.
The Senior Xu she was referring to was Xu Henshan.
Just as you have to look at the owner before hitting a dog, let alone Xu Henshan is Xu Buhui’s ancestor.
This is one of the reasons why she has been hesitating to divorce Xu Buhui from the Xu family.
She didn’t care about her own safety,
but was doing it for Qing Jun and Chen Ye...
Qing Jun is cultivating the Xu Family True Seal under Xu Henshan, and Chen Ye is an instructor at Baopu Peak, which is currently led by Xu Henshan.
"Disaster? No no no, Sister Qingzhu, you don’t know."
Chen Ye immediately understood Mao Qingzhu’s thoughts. He regretted not telling her about this earlier, so he explained,
"Back then, Senior Xu had informed me..."
He went on to explain.
Upon hearing this, Mao Qingzhu felt greatly embarrassed. It turned out Xu Henshan had already guessed their relationship and tacitly approved, no wonder he invited her to Baopu Peak this time!
She was still a bit worried and murmured, "But, what if..."
"Ahem."
Chen Ye interrupted Mao Qingzhu’s wild thoughts, snuffed out the candle, and drew the curtains closed.
"Since Sister Qingzhu still has the mind to think about those things..."
In the darkness, his low laughter was heard.
"Then it seems I haven’t given you enough peace of mind as your husband."
"Soon, Sister Qingzhu won’t have the time for wild thoughts..."
"Uh... wait..."
...
The next day.
The pear blossoms outside the window bloomed even more beautifully after a night of dewdrop nourishment.
Chen Ye opened his eyes feeling refreshed.
After a night of cultivation and the continuous vitality of the Wither Flourish Art, he not only felt no fatigue but his internal spiritual power flowed even more smoothly.
With Chen Ye’s energy, no matter how vast the land, it couldn’t withstand the cultivation.
He turned his head.
Beside him, the beauty was wrapped in a silk quilt, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white, smooth shoulder, her sleeping face serene.
His gaze lowered slightly, catching sight of those long, slender, smooth legs, which stirred something within him once more.
Long legs, there’s something about long legs...
Take Susu for instance, though delicate and soft, she couldn’t handle too much movement, due to her stature.
But Sister Qingzhu, that’s different.
As if sensing Chen Ye’s gaze, Mao Qingzhu’s long lashes fluttered, her eyes moist, flitting between shyness and reproach.
"You... Brother Ye, why are you always so disobedient."
Sister Qingzhu was a bit annoyed.
Who told yesterday’s Brother Ye to be so disobedient?
Chen Ye raised his hands in surrender, "It’s all my fault, but who can blame you for being too beautiful, Sister Qingzhu?"
Mao Qingzhu bit her red lips, unsure of what to say.
Though she was happy, she also felt a bit of concern.
It’s said,
in the Emotion Crossing Sect, furnaces were often drained to death.
Could it be...
Is she going to become the first cultivator in Lingyin Sect to be drained by her Dao partner?
Thinking of this.
Mao Qingzhu felt a little afraid, especially seeing the passionate look in Chen Ye’s eyes again, she quickly burrowed into the quilt, murmuring:
"Brother Ye, you’d better go back quickly, otherwise Zhiwei and the others will worry again."
Sure enough.
At the mention of the disciples,
Chen Ye immediately came to his senses.
Ah yes.
He should wash up properly before returning to remove any scent.
If they stayed cozy any longer, there’d be no time left.
"Alright, I won’t trouble you anymore then."
Chen Ye laughed heartily, stopped teasing her, lifted the corner of the quilt, and got out of bed.
He dressed swiftly and neatly, then approached the bed, bent down, and planted a kiss on Mao Qingzhu’s smooth forehead, saying sincerely,
"Sister Qingzhu, you stay at Lanyue Pavilion in peace. Later, I’ll definitely resolve your marriage with the Xu family!"
Having said that.
He turned and walked out of the room with determined strides.
As soon as he left the door, Chen Ye hurriedly performed magic.
"Dust Cleaner!"
(p)"Scent Removal Charm!"
"Gentle Breeze Spell!"
He cast three spells on himself consecutively, ensuring the lingering scent of Sister Qingzhu was completely covered. Then, he activated the Herbal Furnace, allowing a stream of alchemical fire energy to wash over him.
At this moment.
Chen Ye finally felt at ease.
"If it were anyone else... having two apprentices with such keen senses at home would likely have blown their cover long ago."
Especially Zhiwei.
That girl, after reaching Foundation Establishment, her divine sense became even more sensitive. If she caught a whiff of anything...
That gaze... tch, just thinking about it made Chen Ye’s back chill.
It’s not that Zhiwei’s gaze is terrifying.
But her gaze always carries an indescribable feeling of dead silence, which chills Chen Ye to the core.
As for Qing Jun?
Her fierce look whenever she’s seeking to settle scores with the master, the master isn’t fazed at all.
...
With Chen Ye’s excellent counter-surveillance skills, his apprentices simply assumed the master had gone to Danxia Peak for alchemy, allowing him to peacefully pass another morning without incident.
But on his way to Baopu Peak, he discovered something strange.
Near the Reception Platform, there were bustling crowds and considerable noise.
And right in front of those crowds stood a petite figure.
The girl had snow-white skin, ink-black hair, eyes like stars, a slender waist, and graceful legs. She was undoubtedly the adopted daughter of the current Fourth Elder, Zhang Chuxi.
But this person, who always valued her image, now stood with reddened eyes in front of everyone, staring intently at the horizon.
"Zhang Chuxi?"
Chen Ye’s heart stirred.
Why wasn’t she diligently cultivating at Baopu Peak but instead came to the Reception Platform?
Could it be that some important figure is returning to the sect?
While he was still puzzled.
"It’s here! It’s here!"
Someone shouted amidst the crowd.
Just then, the clouds at the edge of the sky churned, and a Spiritual Ship bearing the battle flag of the Lingyin Sect broke through the clouds.
The Spiritual Ship was marked all over with the scars of blood and fire, clearly just returned from the frontline battlefield.
The Spiritual Ship landed.
The hatch opened.
A group of armored cultivators poured out, either assisting the wounded or escorting prisoners.
Yet Zhang Chuxi paid no mind to anyone else.
Her big eyes frantically searched the crowd, and as soon as she saw the last figure stepping out, tears streamed down her face.
"Aunt Lan!!"
Zhang Chuxi clutched her skirt hem, rushed up, and threw herself into the woman’s embrace, crying loudly,
"Boohoo... Aunt Lan! You’re finally back! Chuxi thought... thought I’d never see you again!"
Chen Ye landed his flying sword, his gaze also falling on the woman whom Zhang Chuxi hugged tightly.
She was a middle-aged woman in a dusty gray Taoist robe.
Her face was haggard, her temples had strands of white hair, and she bore several wounds, looking utterly exhausted.
"Aunt Lan? She’s actually alive..." Chen Ye was astonished.
"Silly girl..."
Aunt Lan’s eyes were also red. She gently patted Zhang Chuxi’s back, her voice soft,
"Don’t cry... Aunt Lan is back, isn’t she? Our Chuxi is a big girl now, so many people are watching, aren’t you embarrassed."
"I’m not afraid!"
Zhang Chuxi clung tightly to Aunt Lan, refusing to let go.
Watching this scene, Chen Ye couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
The battle at Black Cliff City back then was extremely perilous.
If Aunt Lan hadn’t risked her life to lure away the demon cultivator’s main force, Chen Ye, with all his skills, would have found it hard to escape unscathed with the burdensome Zhang Chuxi.
It can be said that Aunt Lan used her life to instead save Zhang Chuxi’s.
After that, all news of her was lost.
It was thought that the worse was likely, but as if blessed by fate, she returned with the cultivators from Lingyin Sect’s eastern expedition.
"However... Aunt Lan, who escaped to the East Sea, now returns with the eastern expedition. Could it be that the Qi Kingdom’s war has seen some progress?"
With this thought, Chen Ye’s heart moved.
He scanned the crowd, casually grabbing a cultivator who had just returned from Qi Kingdom, politely asking:
"This junior nephew, could you tell me how the Qi Kingdom’s battle currently fares?"
This cultivator wasn’t very old, still in the Ninth-Layer of Qi Cultivation.
Seeing Chen Ye, a cultivator in the middle period of Foundation Establishment, asking, he was naturally fearful, cupping his hands in salute:
"Master Uncle, the first battle was a triumph. The sect met with no resistance, annihilating both the Yuan and Sun families. And a few days ago, we successfully captured Black Cliff City. Our True Inheritor Bai, in this battle, killed a Venerable from the Emotion Crossing Sect! As for more information, it is inconvenient to disclose... but after today, there will be news circulating, and by then, Master Uncle will surely have ways to know..."
He had been away for a long time and was unaware of Chen Ye’s identity, addressing him as Master Uncle.
After hearing this, Chen Ye felt slightly at ease but still harbored doubts: "But Black Cliff City is a significant stronghold of the Emotion Crossing Sect, how could it be captured so easily?"
Hearing this, the disciple’s expression shifted slightly, forcing a smile: "This... Master Uncle, I shall take my leave first."
With that, he quickly turned away.
Chen Ye frowned slightly.
It seemed... there were still some secrets?
He looked at Aunt Lan, who had just returned to the sect, and secretly thought: "These Qi Cultivation disciples likely don’t know much. But Aunt Lan, who was just brought back, should know more..."