Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Dongfang Guyue planned to have Yang Ping'an stay overnight at Shenhuo Mountain Manor and secretly sent people to spread the word within the Dao Alliance, thus solidifying Yang Ping'an's relationship with Shenhuo Mountain Manor and making it impossible for him to renege on his promise later.

After finishing speaking, Dongfang Guyue left Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan's residence and instructed the servants to prepare a house next to Dongfang Huaizhu's courtyard.

Once again, only Yang Ping'an, Dongfang Huaizhu, and two others remained in the courtyard.

As the setting sun neared its end, golden rays pierced through the thin clouds, illuminating the vast earth and bathing the mountain villages in a beautiful glow.

Dongfang Huaizhu was bathed in a hazy golden sunlight, a sweet smile on her face, the sunlight outlining her graceful figure.

Bathed in sunlight, the fine downy hairs on Dongfang Huaizhu's cheeks had a soft, velvety feel, and under the golden halo, she appeared so pure and beautiful.

Yang Ping'an stood backlit, staring blankly at Dongfang Huaizhu in front of him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He slowly reached out and gently touched Dongfang Huaizhu's soft cheek, as if caressing a delicate and priceless treasure, worried that he might accidentally hurt her.

Yang Ping'an felt as if he were touching a piece of warm, soft jade. The wonderful feel intoxicated him, and he was reluctant to let go.

A blush, like rouge, spread across Dongfang Huaizhu's fair face. As Yang Ping'an's warm hands caressed her, the vibrant blush spread towards her slender neck and crystal-clear ears.

"Brother Yang~" Dongfang Huaizhu's body trembled slightly from the touch on her face, her bright eyes filled with a layer of mist, and she called out in a trembling voice.

Hearing Dongfang Huaizhu's call, Yang Ping'an came to his senses, released his hands from stroking her cheeks, and instead grabbed Dongfang Huaizhu's soft little hand.

Dongfang Huaizhu swayed slightly and took the initiative to hold Yang Ping'an's large, well-defined hand. The two stood together, their fingers interlocked, gazing at each other affectionately.

Yang Ping'an's bright eyes were filled with tenderness for Dongfang Huaizhu, and Dongfang Huaizhu's eyes were also full of affection for Yang Ping'an. The two of them shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Huaizhu, I'll get engaged to Uncle Dongfang next time I come. Marry me!" Yang Ping'an pleaded earnestly, holding Dongfang Huaizhu's hands.

"Brother Yang, I'm waiting for you to come and marry me." Although shy, Dongfang Huaizhu still looked firmly into Yang Ping'an's eyes and quietly accepted his confession.

"Being able to embrace you is the greatest fortune of my life." Overjoyed and moved, Yang Ping'an hugged Dongfang Huaizhu tightly, his joy beyond words.

"Meeting Brother Yang is the happiest thing for me." Dongfang Huaizhu leaned on Yang Ping'an's shoulder, her hands tightly wrapped around Yang Ping'an's waist, as if she wanted to merge herself into Yang Ping'an's body.

The courtyard, adorned with blooming flowers, was filled with a pink atmosphere. The sun, seemingly unwilling to witness this blushing scene under the setting sun, hid behind the other side of the western hills.

"Hoo." An untimely sound broke the warm atmosphere.

Yang Ping'an turned his head and saw that Dongfang Qinlan had raised a ball of divine fire in her hand and lit the lanterns in the courtyard. The sound he had just heard was the sound of candles being lit for the first time.

Seeing Yang Ping'an looking at her, Dongfang Qinlan hung the lantern in her hand on the pillar and stared at Yang Ping'an with innocent, wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" Dongfang Huaizhu was startled awake by Yang Ping'an's movements. She moved away from Yang Ping'an's broad chest, took Yang Ping'an's right hand with one hand, and used the other hand to tidy her somewhat disheveled hair.

"It's just that it's dark, and Qin Lan is lighting lanterns." Yang Ping'an helped Dongfang Huaizhu tuck the hair from her forehead behind her ears.

"It's getting late, Brother Yang, you should get some rest." Dongfang Huaizhu also noticed Dongfang Qinlan, who seemed to be watching a show, and said to Yang Ping'an as she saw a bright, clear moon hanging in the east.

"Okay, goodnight. See you tomorrow." Yang Ping'an took the initiative to release his hand and said goodnight to Dongfang Huaizhu.

"Young Master Yang, please come this way with me." The maid who had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time immediately stepped forward and led Yang Ping'an through the side gate of Dongfang Huaizhu Courtyard into the courtyard that was separated by only one wall.

Yang Ping'an walked into the small courtyard next door. The room had been cleaned and the bedding, candlesticks and other items were neatly arranged.

"This used to be Miss Qin Lan's residence, but she never stayed here. You are the first person to spend the night here."

"Young Master Yang, please feel free to call me if you need anything." The maidservant glanced at Yang Ping'an furtively. The owner of Dongfang Guyue Manor had arranged for Yang Ping'an to stay here, and if nothing unexpected happened, Yang Ping'an would become her young lady's husband.

Yang Ping'an noticed the maid's gaze and smiled and nodded at her.

The maid blushed at Yang Ping'an's handsome smile, bowed, and hurriedly closed the door before leaving for Dongfang Huaizhu's courtyard next door.

Yang Ping'an lay on the soft bed, closed his eyes to rest, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Little did he know that Shenhuoshan Manor had spread the news far and wide that he and Dongfang Huaizhu were in love and that he had spent the night at Dongfang Huaizhu's residence through various channels.

The next morning, as the rooster crowed at dawn, Yang Ping'an woke up from his sleep, got out of bed, and stretched comfortably.

Yang Ping'an tidied himself up a bit, walked out of the courtyard, and greeted Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan.

He had a hearty breakfast with Dongfang Huaizhu, and then set off amidst Dongfang Huaizhu's reluctant farewell.

Yang Ping'an was puzzled by the strange looks he received from the many disciples and followers of Shenhuo Mountain Manor, including Dongfang Qinlan. He wondered if there was something wrong with his clothes and even asked Dongfang Huaizhu about it.

Dongfang Huaizhu was not very clear about this either. Finally, Yang Ping'an left Shenhuo Mountain Villa at Dongfang Qinlan's urging.

Yang Ping'an stood on his flying sword and headed towards a Yang family stronghold, based on the address he had seen from Old Master Yang.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an was focused on his journey, while in other parts of the Dao Alliance, the news was deliberately released by Shenhuo Mountain Manor, causing quite a stir.

At the Yang family's Tianyan (Sky Eye) residence, Old Master Yang remained expressionless upon hearing the information gathered by Steward Yang.

"Master, that's the situation. Should we try to control the spread of public opinion?" Butler Yang asked Old Master Yang after reporting.

"That brat! No wonder he was so eager to go out; turns out he wanted to find a wife!" Old Master Yang said with a smile after listening to Butler Yang's complete report, taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, who would have thought that Ping An would get involved with the young lady of Shenhuo Mountain Manor without saying a word?" Yang Ping An's uncle had a strange smile on his face.

"Ping An isn't young anymore; he's almost sixteen this year, and he's reached the age where he's starting to experience romantic feelings," Yang Ping An's aunt said with a smile after thinking for a moment upon hearing the news.

"Unlike Tan'er, who has been with that little girl from the Wang Quan family for so long, she has remained lukewarm towards him." As she spoke, she glanced at the shocked Yang Yitan beside her.

Yang Yitan was surprised that the discussion was about Yang Ping'an, but his mother had somehow dragged him into it. He remained silent, pretending not to hear.