He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 123 Entering the House

The hall was filled with splendor, colorful ribbons fluttered in the breeze, and a festive atmosphere prevailed. To be honest, someone unaware of the occasion might have mistaken it for a marriage ceremony.

Leng Huan stepped into the hall speechlessly. The elders from various peaks had not yet arrived, so she went to find her senior brothers first and successfully blended in with them. After exchanging pleasantries, she secretly yawned and stood on tiptoe to see when the main character would appear.

There are plenty of powerful figures around at times like this, so one can't just release one's divine sense indiscriminately. Not long after, a commotion came from outside, and Leng Huan followed the crowd, looking towards the palace gate.

"The sect leader has arrived—"

The leader was a middle-aged cultivator wearing the distinctive sky-blue robe of the Misty Immortal Sect. He had a dignified appearance, exuding both a gentle and imposing aura. He was none other than the legendary Sect Master of the Misty Immortal Sect.

The sect leader had been in seclusion for many years, and this was the first time Leng Huan had seen his true face. His cultivation was not the highest, but he possessed the demeanor of a great immortal sect leader. Looking further back, he saw the elders of each peak on both sides of him, and surprisingly, Fu Xun was standing side by side in the middle.

—A slightly lighter sky-blue robe, with a jade pendant of status hanging at the waist, adorned with rings and incense burners, and high-grade magical artifacts used for protection. A golden silk belt with phoenix feathers tightly binds the long robe, highlighting the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender figure, while the wide sleeves of the robe accentuate the figure's elegance.

Tsk, Leng Huan looked away from his handsome face. If being expressionless meant being indifferent, she really couldn't tell if he was happy or not.

With ink-black hair, a tall crown, and a white jade hairpin, he stood tall and elegant in the hall.

Leng Huan pinched his chin and looked the person up and down. Rare indeed.

Over the years, I've never seen Fu Xun wearing anything other than black or dark colors. After sighing, I was about to look away when I accidentally met his gaze.

"..."

At this moment, the sect leader's deep voice rang out, his spiritual power spreading throughout the main hall square: "Today is the celebration of our sect's disciples' Nascent Soul formation ceremony. Welcome everyone to attend..."

After a polite opening speech, the speaker introduced Fu Xun's identity: "On this auspicious day, I hereby announce that Fu Xun, a disciple of the Sword Inquiry Peak of our sect, is the new generation's chief disciple of the sect!"

After saying this so simply yet boastfully, Fu Xun stepped forward and accepted the chief identity token personally bestowed by the sect leader. Compared to ordinary tokens, its appearance was more magnificent and it had more restrictions. Among them was a special soul imprint, which was comparable to a high-level magic weapon.

Leng Huan's attention wandered as he watched, and he vaguely heard Fu Xun's humble speech, which included things like living up to the sect's expectations, keeping his responsibilities in mind, being friendly to his fellow disciples, and making progress together.

Hey, doesn't he look pretty normal?

When it came to the ceremony of offering congratulations, the respected elders from each family who were qualified to enter the hall brought out their gifts. Judging from the names, they were all high-grade spiritual medicines and magical artifacts, which were extremely valuable.

Those not invited, hoping to broaden their horizons and cultivate good relations with the immortal sects, all registered in the guestbook at the reception desk in the square. Such exchanges of favors are part of the social etiquette of human relationships.

When the elders from each peak brought their disciples to present gifts, Leng Huan had already given his, so they simply offered their congratulations.

She stepped forward and offered a gesture of respect to her junior brother: "Since I have already congratulated you, Junior Brother, I would like to wish you the joy of breaking through to the next level of cultivation."

Standing amidst the dazzling lights and glitter, she remained a radiant star.

Fu Xun smiled at her, his expression finally relaxing. Although he spoke in the same voice as everyone else, there was always a different emotion in his voice when he spoke to her: "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Feeling his gaze sweep over his face, Leng Huan felt a little uncomfortable and quickly retreated, hiding behind Jiang Ruoyu.

Everyone who needed to know about her and Fu Xun knew about it. At this moment, it felt like all their fellow disciples were watching them. Even someone as thick-skinned as Leng Huan felt socially awkward.

For no apparent reason, I felt that this short, half-minute scene was incredibly ambiguous. Was this appropriate? In such a festive and solemn setting, was this some kind of play?

Leng Huan's breath hitched. Her palms, which had been unconsciously clenched, were now sweaty. Zhou Guanjing, who was next to her, patted her shoulder and whispered, "Junior Sister, calm down."

"..." Leng Huan suddenly felt less sleepy. A strange sense of tension dispelled her drowsiness. She grinned at Zhou Guanjing: "Junior Brother, calm down."

Thank you! After saying that, I became even more nervous, and Leng Huan secretly rolled his eyes.

Zhou Guanjing: "..." He's quite vengeful.

At noon, banquet.

Leng Huan followed Zhou Guanjing, with his eldest senior brother Wang Shen and second senior brother Li Yan in front of him, and they all took their seats in the fellow disciples' seats.

Li Yan was extremely elusive, and he was mostly in hiding. Since becoming Leng Huan's disciple, Leng Huan had only seen him twice!

Having only become acquainted with him briefly, she asked, "Second Senior Brother, are you leaving again this time?"

A hint of confusion appeared on Li Yan's slightly dark face. He looked at Leng Huan for a while, then seemed to remember her: "It's Junior Sister. I'll be leaving in two days."

Could this guy be face-blind? Leng Huan muttered to himself, "Oh," and thought that maybe he still wouldn't recognize him the next time they met. It was rumored that his second senior brother disliked noise, but Leng Huan thought he was clearly face-blind and socially awkward.

The disciples of Sword Peak were right next door, and Leng Huan could feel them and her fellow disciples secretly observing her and whispering among themselves.

Unwittingly becoming the center of attention, Leng Huan was unaware that it was because she and Fu Xun had been seen together on Fenglin Road yesterday, and so... the disciples were making bets in private, speculating whether she and Fu Xun would get engaged.

Leng Huan had no choice but to cover his forehead with one hand, pretending not to see them. He poured himself a glass of spirit wine produced by the Misty Immortal Sect's winery and slowly drank it, while also munching on a spirit fruit. He thought it would be a waste not to eat, since this was a celebration for a Nascent Soul cultivator, and all the fruits and delicacies on the table were exquisite and precious.

Since he was already there, it wouldn't be right to leave without taking a seat. Leng Huan drank absentmindedly, and before he knew it, he had drunk two more cups. There were musicians and dancers on the red carpet in the middle, with ethereal sounds and celestial figures, and fine wine and dew, it was truly like attending a banquet of immortals.

It was an eye-opening experience, especially since it was her first time participating in such an event.

"Senior Sister—" Amidst the ethereal music, Leng Huan suddenly heard this deep voice. Looking up, he saw Fu Xun standing there like a magnificent pillar.

She didn't even know when he arrived, because he had gone to socialize with the sect leader earlier.

Touching his slightly tipsy head, Leng Huan nodded and smiled at him: "Junior brother, what brings you here?"

Fu Xun: "Senior sister, are we going back?"

Leng Huan then realized that it was already the end of the event, and the guests were gradually leaving. After thinking for a moment, she stood up slightly, and there was no one around. She didn't even know when Zhou Guanjing and the others had said goodbye to her and left. "Let's go."

Fu Xun reached out and supported her arm. "Senior sister, be careful."

He wasn't that drunk. Leng Huan shook his hand and took a step back. "Junior brother, are you done with your work?"

"Well, it's over."

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It wasn't until he stood on the sword and felt the cool breeze on his face that Leng Huan realized that Fu Xun had tricked him into getting on the thief's sword by saying that "it's inconvenient for Senior Sister to fly on the sword while drunk."

Leng Huan sighed inwardly.

Looking down at the hand around her waist, she was speechless for a moment, pondering what to say when they went downstairs.

Returning from the main peak, they would have to pass several other peaks. Lost in thought, Leng Huan didn't realize that what usually took less than half an hour had now taken almost an hour.

There was only a slight breeze inside the protective shield, and the sword felt as flat as the ground. Leng Huan suddenly felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and his head became even more dizzy.

I even wanted to doze off.

Fortunately, he landed without falling asleep. As he got closer and closer to his own Maple Forest Garden, Leng Huan suddenly woke up!

Without stopping at the platform, Fu Xun landed directly in the courtyard.

Lin Miaoyan was probably walking the dog with Leng Yan and wasn't there. When the other servant disciples saw Fu Xun with her, they didn't wait for her to say hello. They all turned around quickly, pretended not to know anything, and left the courtyard in a flash!

Leng Huan froze for a moment, then turned and glared at the uninvited guest.

Fu Xun looked innocent. "Senior sister, won't you invite me in for a seat?"

Actually, this was his first time here. Leng Huan wasn't stingy at all; he pushed open the door and said, "Come in."

Fu Xun consciously entered the room.