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Early the next morning.

Houtu found Lin Xuan.

"Thirteenth Brother."

"sister."

"The little girl in the purple dress you brought back yesterday—"

"Fairy Caiyun. Outer disciple of the Jie Sect. Friend of Fairy Hanzhi."

"I know who she is." Houtu pulled up a chair and sat down. "That's not what I'm asking about."

Lin Xuan glanced at her.

Houtu's expression was all too familiar.

Every time she makes that face, it means the baby-making office is about to start its work again.

"Sis, just say what you want to say."

"I just went over to take a look. That girl has a good background. She's pretty too. Most importantly—"

Houtu raised one finger.

"The way she's looking at you is weird."

Lin Xuan remained silent.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel it." Houtu glared at him. "When you were treating her injuries yesterday, that girl's heart was pounding like a drum. I could hear it from across the wall in the hallway."

"That's because the meridians are unstable, which affects the heart rate."

"You're kidding me."

Houtu took out a scroll of silk from her sleeve.

A golden silk book.

It was covered with densely packed words.

Lin Xuan's lips twitched.

He recognized the scroll.

The same style was used when preparing betrothal gifts for Su Nu last time.

"Sis, you're not going to—"

"I've already prepared the betrothal gift list." Houtu slammed the silk scroll on the table. "Three top-grade innate spiritual treasures as a minimum. Five ten-thousand-year-old spiritual roots as a base. Plus ten of our Pangu Palace's specially supplied yellow plums."

"The scale of the event can't be smaller than that of Su Nu's. Otherwise, people will think we're showing favoritism."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath.

"Sister. He just got beaten up yesterday. And you're already preparing the betrothal gifts today? That's way too fast."

"What's this talk of fast or slow? You saved someone's life, and they're interested in you. It's a mutual relationship, so what are you hesitating for?"

Houtu's logic is always so straightforward.

There are no detours.

If you like her and she likes you, then get married.

It's such a simple thing.

"I haven't even told her yet, and you've already prepared the betrothal gifts?"

"You don't need to tell me. I'll go tell them."

"you?"

"What's wrong? I'm your own sister. If I don't care about your marriage, who will?"

Lin Xuan looked at Hou Tu's expression, which seemed to say, "If you dare to object, I'll rub you into the ground."

He accepted his fate.

"Alright. You can say what you want, but don't scare people."

"What are you scared of? I'm not a tiger."

Houtu stood up and patted her skirt.

"I've already spoken to Dijiang. He'll prepare the betrothal gifts. Zhurong and Gonggong will be in charge of arranging the pomp and circumstance."

"Just focus on recovering from your injury and spending time with your wives. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Lin Xuan watched Houtu's departing figure.

This woman.

They're really worried sick.

Director of the Childbirth Promotion Office.

Well-deserved name.

Room.

Fairy Caiyun is drinking ginseng soup.

She looks much better today.

After two cycles of clearing the meridians using the Wood Element Law, they have recovered to about 70-80% of their original state.

The injuries on my body don't hurt as much anymore.

Han Zhixian sat beside her.

The two people were whispering.

"What do you think of your husband?" Han Zhixian asked in a particularly natural tone.

Fairy Caiyun almost choked on her soup when she was asked that question.

"Why...why are you asking this?"

"Just asking." Han Zhixian said with a smile.

Fairy Caiyun lowered her head.

"That's good. Very responsible."

"and then?"

"And then what?"

"Think again, what else is there?"

Fairy Caiyun held the bowl and remained silent.

Of course she knew what Han Zhixian was implying.

A female immortal who had been saved lived in the home of her savior, receiving meticulous care and daily treatment for her injuries...

The direction is obvious.

She wasn't unaware of it.

She was just unsure if she was good enough for him.

What level are the female immortals in the Pangu Palace?

Queen Mother of the West, Nuwa, Yunxiao, Kong Xuan, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady...

Which one of them doesn't have an extraordinary background and amazing cultivation?

What is she, Fairy Caiyun, compared to?

An insignificant outer disciple of the Jie Sect.

The cultivation level of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal in the early stage.

No background, no powerful connections, no special skills.

The only thing worth mentioning is that she's not bad looking.

But what does being good-looking count for in the Pangu Palace? Any one of the female immortals there is a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

The more the Fairy of Rainbow Clouds thought about it, the more inferior she felt.

Just as she was considering whether to wait until her injuries healed before leaving—

A gentle but undeniable voice came from the doorway.

"Caiyun, come out for a moment. I have something to say to you."

Houtu has arrived.

Fairy Caiyun quickly put down her bowl and stood up.

She knew Houtu.

Empress Pingxin.

A true sage.

One of the most powerful women in the entire prehistoric world.

"Your Majesty Pingxin—"

"Don't call me 'Your Majesty.' Just call me 'Sister.'"

Houtu took Caiyun's hand and led her into the courtyard.

The two of them stood still under a moonflower orchid.

"Girl, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Do you want to stay in the Pangu Palace?"

Fairy Caiyun was stunned.

She hadn't expected Houtu to ask such a direct question.

"I……"

"Don't stutter. If you want to stay, just say so. If you don't want to, just say so. I don't like beating around the bush."

The fairy's lips moved slightly.

"think."

Her eyes welled up with tears when she said that word.

She really wanted to stay.

It's not because the Pangu Temple is so great.

It's because—he's here.

The man who appeared when she was dying.

When Houtu saw that her eyes were red, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

That's it.

"Then stay." Houtu patted her on the shoulder.

"From today onwards, you are a member of the Pangu Palace. You will receive all the proper titles and privileges."

"I have already asked your elder brother—that is, Dijiang—to prepare the betrothal gifts."

"In three days, the whole family will come together to give you a wedding that will be second to none."

Fairy Caiyun's mind went completely blank.

"Wedding...wedding?"

"Yes. You will marry my thirteenth brother."

Houtu spoke very calmly.

It's like saying, "The weather is nice today."

Fairy Caiyun opened her mouth.

She wanted to say, "It's too fast."

She wanted to say, "He probably didn't mean it that way."

She wanted to say, "I'm not good enough for you."

But Houtu didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Don't overthink it. In this family, there's no such thing as being a good match or not. Just be sincere with him, that's enough."

Houtu's eyes were warm.

But there was an unwavering determination in his tone.

"The best thing my thirteenth brother ever did was to let us, his older brothers and sisters, help him make decisions."

"I have personally seen and approved every woman who has entered the Pangu Temple."

"You—I've seen it too."

"You're fine."

The fairy Caiyun finally shed tears.

She nodded vigorously.

Houtu laughed.

She turned her head and shouted at Dijiang in the distance.

"Big brother! Is everything prepared?"

Dijiang's voice came from the direction of the main hall.

"All ready! Thirty-six boxes! Is that enough?"

"That's enough! Add two more cases of Huangzhong plums! To make things more impressive!"

Fairy Caiyun listened to the family's loud conversation while wiping away her tears.

She suddenly realized.

Here.

It's so heartwarming.

at the same time.

The secret chamber of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti sat in the darkness.

His right arm is still recovering.

His cultivation level is still declining.

His face was paler than the desert outside Mount Sumeru.

But his eyes were shining.

Because he had something extra in his hand.

A piece of intelligence.

It came from a spy planted within the East Sea Dragon Clan.

The Treasure Trove of the Dragon Clan of the East Sea.

What's inside—enough to turn Western religions around.

Zhunti handed the information to Jieyin, who was standing next to him.

"Senior brother, although the lightning bolt in Luoshui is gone, there is still one in the East Sea."

"Some members of the East Sea Dragon Clan are dissatisfied with the Witch Clan."

"As long as we cooperate with the Primordial Celestial Venerable—"

"This bombshell is huge."

Jieyin took the intelligence and glanced at it.

He didn't speak.

But his eyes changed.

The gazes of both sages turned simultaneously toward the east.

They looked out into the depths of the East China Sea, thousands of miles away.