These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to come over. I should have made it up to you properly."

Mu Xitong shook her head.

"Don't treat me like one of those little girls. When I went with you to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, it was like entrusting my life to you. I don't care about anything else, I won't say anything."

"But you'll definitely feel disappointed, won't you?"

He does know everything, but she won't say it because she doesn't want to put him in a difficult position. However, if she doesn't want to put him in a difficult position, she must endure a certain amount of loneliness and solitude.

She reached out her smooth arm and stroked the boy's face.

Her movements were a little awkward, but that didn't diminish her gentleness at that moment. It was indeed the kind of temperament that only an older sister could possess, setting her apart from any other young girl.

“It’s okay. Just knowing that you’d think of this is enough for me. Don’t let your guilt about me affect you. You have to do things differently than everyone else, so don’t let me… or anyone else, become a burden to you.”

Wei Tu kissed her delicate pink neck, just like a young girl.

"It has always been a strength, not a burden."

And just as the two were enjoying the wonderful afterglow...

The door opened quietly, the sound was very faint, but it was clearly audible.

Mu Xitong soon saw a figure approaching her.

She crouched down, looking at herself with a cold smile.

"Mu Xitong, do you know how much you looked like a vixen just now?"

Mu Xitong couldn't help but get angry, and even forgot her shyness.

"Have you no shame? Listening outside the whole time?"

"You know that, yet you're still so bold. You're making pretty good noises, aren't you? Why don't you make a couple of noises for me?"

"Get out of here and dye the new snow!"

"Hahaha……"

Ran Xinxue smiled, but stood up and looked at Wei Tu, who was still clinging to her back.

She flipped Wei Tu over and then climbed on top of him.

Mu Xitong instantly sensed something, and she couldn't help but shout out, her jealousy rising within her.

"Dyed in fresh snow...you!"

The woman ignored everything and bent down.

She looked down at Mu Xitong from Wei Tu's body, slowly sinking down, causing the boy's waist to bear the weight.

Then, with a provocative yet satisfied expression, he said it with effortless flirtation.

"Useless vixen, watch me drain her dry."

-

"A storm is brewing" is the best description of Beixuan Prefecture right now.

Everyone in this place, regardless of who they are, has sensed something unusual.

Ji Xiangwan was aware that many people had died strangely recently.

This is even more evident in the Yihua Palace.

Moreover... they are all upright individuals.

It seems there's a reason why good people often don't live long.

On this day, the Yihua Palace finally convened its grandest meeting in recent years.

As the chief disciple, I was naturally summoned as well.

On this day, news was announced that Ji Xiangwan had been entrusted with an important task, drawing many envious and jealous glances.

Ji Xiangwan knew what those gazes meant, but it didn't matter at the moment.

What he was about to do was a big thing, which didn't seem righteous, but often some earth-shattering things are beyond the realm of justice.

Only stance.

He stood on the high steps and looked down.

The landscape is desolate, with the north wind blowing.

"Wei Tu...you will die."

He inevitably thought of that boy, and what he hoped for now was...

"You'd better be prepared."

116 Heaven and Earth Blood Transfusion

In the eastern part of Xianzhou, in Yinping Prefecture.

It's summer again.

Time flies by and youth fades away, the only difference being that heaven and earth remain forever young, while black hair turns to white.

Yao Chuan'an, the owner of Xuedao Manor, is over sixty years old.

Yet he was remarkably energetic. He never complained about the ruthlessness of time, nor did he, like other cultivators, try his best to preserve his youthful appearance while cultivating immortality.

Time is like a knife, and everything except the knife in his hand can grow old with time.

The others seem less important.

However, this man, who had seen many hardships, had recently noticed many unusual things. The many changes in Xianzhou made him realize that some established histories might be about to undergo earth-shattering changes.

"Master!"

An elder rushed over and looked anxiously at the strong, white-haired old man.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The elder said urgently, "Something has happened in the East China Sea! The tide is surging, and there are strange phenomena!"

"Have you sent someone over?"

Yao Chuan'an frowned and asked.

The elder nodded. "We've already sent out a team of disciples, but the situation is escalating and can't be calmed down! It might... it might be the work of the witch clan!"

"...Let's go take a look."

Yao Chuan'an wasn't entirely unconcerned, dismissing it as mere witchcraft by the Wu tribe. In reality, he had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

The figure rushed over, but even before it arrived, Yao Chuan'an had already noticed the turbulence on the East China Sea horizon.

The waves were boiling, with countless howls that were extremely jarring, making people feel uneasy and even terrified.

"This is definitely the work of the Wu tribe."

Yao Chuan'an thought to himself.

At this moment, Yao Chuan'an had no idea that some things would bring about earth-shattering changes to his life.

-

"Senior Brother Qin... do you think Yao Chuan Nunnery will fall for this?"

Chen Yuandu looked at the calm-looking young man beside him and asked him this question.

Qin Ruhui is now in a very peaceful state of mind, seemingly having shaken off the gloom of his defeat at the Dragon Slaying Tournament.

“This is not a scheme, and since it happened in the East China Sea, it was a matter for their Snow Blade Manor. He had no other choice.”

Chen Yuan nodded.

Although only the two of them came here this time, the young man was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was very excited.

"They probably never imagined... that we would be the ones to fire the first shot this time, right?"

Qin Ruhui glanced at Chen Yuandu and said in a low voice.

"This matter concerns the Xuanling Sect and even more so the Northern Xuan Prefecture. Do not act rashly and ruin everything."

"I know, Senior Brother, please don't worry. But... do you think their Yihua Palace will succeed? With such a big fuss... we can't let Guang Shenzhou react."

Qin Ruhui thought for a moment and then said.

"That's for sure. The Yihua Palace mobilized almost its entire force. However, the Guang Shenzhou is always well-informed, so they're probably prepared. It certainly won't go very smoothly, but..."

Qin Ruhui paused here.

Because he saw several figures rushing towards him in the distance.

He and Chen Yuan both stopped and took a deep breath.

Then he smiled for the first time.

"But this is the general trend, and although it may encounter obstacles... it will definitely continue in this way."

Just as he finished speaking...

The figures were already in front of them. Yao Chuan'an, holding a white-faced broadsword, frowned as he looked at the two.

"You are..."

Qin Ruhui gave a polite smile, even a cupped-hands smile.

"Senior Yao Chuan'an, Master of Snow Blade Manor, we are disciples of the Xuanling Sect, Qin Ruhui and Chen Yuandu."

Yao Chuan'an frowned, looking behind the two of them as if to make sure there was no one else there. But no matter how calm he appeared, the way he gripped his broadsword betrayed his anxious mood at that moment.

"Whoever you are, get out of the way now."

Chen Yuandu said with a grin, "Why is Master Yao in such a hurry? Anyway... it's too late to go back now, isn't it?"

"You... Xuanling Sect?!"

Yao Chuan'an suddenly realized something.

His aura was visibly building up, like an expanding skyscraper, as if he wanted to completely crush the two seemingly young men with his imposing presence.

However, Qin Ruhui and Chen Yuan both displayed strength that was completely inconsistent with their age.

They stood there, unmoved.