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When Lin Xuan carried Wu Yunxian, who had completely lost the will to resist and whose body was as limp as noodles, back to the backyard of Pangu Palace, it was already dusk.

The system-produced "anti-exposure maid outfit" ultimately failed to be worn by Wu Yunxian.

It wasn't that Wu Yunxian resisted fiercely, but rather that the moment she saw the dress, she was so ashamed that she buried her head in Lin Xuan's arms, trembling like a frightened quail, unable to even utter a word.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Lin Xuan finally softened. He just mischievously held the clothes up to her body before putting away this powerful weapon, intending to train her slowly later.

At this moment, Wu Yunxian no longer possessed the arrogance and haughtiness she had when she first arrived.

Like a completely tamed kitten, she nestled obediently on Lin Xuan's shoulder, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, as if afraid of falling off.

The flush on her delicate face still lingered, and her usually defiant eyes were now watery and misty, she didn't dare to look at anyone around her.

"Oh, Thirteenth Brother is back?"

"Huh? What's wrong with Fairy Wuyun? She looks like a wilted cabbage!"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, those two big mouths, immediately came over, pointing and whispering at Wu Yunxian with gossipy smiles on their faces.

Wu Yunxian felt even more ashamed and indignant under their gazes, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have anything better to do?"

Lin Xuan glared at his two older brothers with annoyance, then picked up the little woman in his arms and strode towards the villa where Yunxiao and the others lived in the backyard.

"From today onwards, she will live here. Yunxiao, you guys, teach her the rules of the Pangu Palace properly."

Lin Xuan shoved Wu Yunxian into Yunxiao's arms, clapped his hands with great nonchalance, turned and left, concealing his merit and fame.

Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, and the others covered their mouths and laughed when they saw Wuyunxian's face turn red and her at a loss.

They could easily see that their stubborn junior sister had already been completely taken advantage of by her husband.

"Alright, Junior Sister Wuyun, from now on we're family."

Yunxiao gently took her hand and led her into the villa.

"Come on, your sisters will take you to a hot spring to relax. Tonight, there will be a flower banquet prepared by Sister Houtu herself."

Surrounded by a group of enthusiastic senior sisters and "sisters-in-law," Wu Yunxian felt an unprecedented and warm family atmosphere. Her heart, which had been frozen for hundreds of thousands of years, melted completely at this moment.

Perhaps... staying here isn't so bad.

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Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away on Jin'ao Island, deep within the Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He calculated with his fingers and sensed the newly established, unbreakable causal red thread between Wuyun Xian and Lin Xuan.

Far from being angry, he stroked his beard with great satisfaction and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Good! Great!"

"That kid Lin Xuan certainly didn't disappoint me!"

"With Wuyun's inner knot untied and the blessing of the Pangu Palace's fortune, her attainment of the Primordial Chaos Realm is just around the corner!"

The more the Tongtian Cult Leader thought about it, the happier he became.

She wasn't just marrying off her disciple; she was practically finding the strongest external ally for the Jie Sect, and even solving her disciple's personal development problem in the process. It was an absolute steal!

He was in high spirits, even humming a tuneless little tune, preparing to rummage through the treasury for a couple of jars of fine wine to celebrate.

However, just as the entire prehistoric world was immersed in an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

In the backyard of the Pangu Palace, there was a medicinal garden personally tended by Jumang, the ancestral witch of wood, and filled with various rare innate spiritual herbs.

Without warning, a strange wisp of red smoke, with a pungent and spicy smell, silently rose from a patch of nine-leaf sword grass in the very center of the herb garden.

Wherever the red smoke passed, the once vibrant spiritual herbs withered and turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a pile of charred powder.