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"My lady, are you feeling unwell?"

Shang Fuyan, who was helping to weave bamboo baskets to sell and supplement the family income, heard the noise and immediately looked up with concern.

Three months have passed since the massacre of Linyue Town.

During these three months, after helping the villagers collect and bury the bodies, Sang Huan and the others took some supplies suitable for their future lives and returned to the wooden house.

As for the town that was destroyed and left in complete chaos?

Sang Huan sent a message to the nearest county, and the rest were no longer within her jurisdiction.

As for whether or not to cooperate with the other party to explain the ins and outs of the matter, that's something that doesn't even need to be considered.

The human race is currently governed by a monarch, and can be considered peaceful and harmonious.

However, the human race was too weak. If they really faced those immortals who possessed magical powers, they would only be killed.

What? Isn't there a Fusang deity standing on the side of the human race?

However, there is only one Fusang God, while there are countless immortals in the celestial realm. Even if he could create avatars, it would be impossible for him to keep an eye on every single immortal.

Moreover, besides immortals who don't consider humans human, there are also demons and ghosts in this world who treat humans as tonics or food. These things are not subject to the control of the Fusang God.

If those immortals killed someone and then pinned the blame on them, who could say for sure?

In this world, whether someone is a demon or an immortal is entirely up to them, isn't it?

Even the capital city where the king resides is so peaceful, not only because the king's dragon energy gathers and suppresses it, but also because the king built a temple there exclusively for the Fusang deity.

Those immortals, demons, and ghosts were wary of this, which is why they dared not cause trouble nearby.

Outside the capital city, no matter how well the officials govern, everything will be doomed if a demon invades.

The Fusang God also bestowed cultivation techniques upon the human race, hoping they would cultivate them on their own to fight against the enemy.

However, since his birth in Fusang, his power has already reached its peak. Every move he makes is a form of cultivation, and his own path is not suitable for humans born later in life.

Having no other choice, Fusang had to gather those weak, innate, sacred cultivation laws and bestow them upon the human race.

Even so, this is an extremely difficult technique for the weak, post-natal human race to learn.

Even now, only a handful of people have truly comprehended the laws of cultivation.

But those few people were ultimately powerless to stop them when faced with the vast human territory.

Even if officials from Yangjia Town come to investigate and find out that it was people from the Heavenly Realm who did it, what can they do? They can only swallow their resentment and silently relocate a new group of people to settle here.

This has been the case for thousands of years.

Instead of getting involved in explaining, we should focus on training Yang Shaoqin.

After all, Fusang does not have cultivation methods suitable for humans, but Sang Huan does, and not only does she have them, she also has cultivation methods tailored to different physiques.

Once Yang Shaoqin has mastered the skill, she will help him establish his own sect and recruit many disciples to learn his techniques.

Slay those "demons" who use them for sustenance and to vent their anger.

Humanity must strive for self-improvement!

"That move was wrong, let's try again."

Winking at Shang Fuyan to indicate that she was alright, Sang Huan stood up and walked towards Yang Shaoqin, who had made a mistake.

Then he personally corrected his incorrect posture and patiently told him how to swing the sword correctly.

Watching this scene, Shang Fuyan, who was weaving bamboo baskets nearby, couldn't help but purse her rosy lips slightly, and the words Sang Huan had said when she rejected her that day came to mind again.

"Fusang, you are merely a fragment of a deity's soul. I am but a dodder vine; your being with me is an accident. If you find yourself defiled by a demon after your tribulation, and then coaxed into becoming its disciple, I wouldn't have enough lives to atone for it. Besides, you saw how those people in the Heavenly Realm treated me, didn't you?"

Shang Fuyan was completely taken aback by Sang Huan's words. His heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He wanted to retort: ​​He loves his wife, so how could he possibly hurt her?

However, Shang Fuyan swallowed his rebuttal. After all, having come into contact with immortals, he knew just how powerful they were.

He was certain that he would fall in love with Sang Huan; that was an undeniable fact.

But what he couldn't be sure of was whether the "he" who returned would remain the same towards her.

After all, the power of the "Fusang God" is undeniable. If he angers Huanhuan, she might just slap him.

Will the petty-minded "Fusang God" hurt Huanhuan?

Also, Huanhuan is now worried about offending the other party, what if they really end up together?

In order to please Fusang, even if she suffers grievances, she will definitely just suppress her spoiled nature and silently shed tears.

Just thinking about that scene made Shang Fuyan's heart clench. It was because of these messy concerns that Shang Fuyan asked Sang Huan to teach him.

Knowing that Sang Huan was marrying him for the sake of his clone's luck, Shang Fuyan didn't say anything, but in private he tormented Sang Huan in bed to vent his frustration and discomfort.

One time, Sang Huan couldn't take it anymore and asked him what had been wrong with him lately, whether he was angry because she hadn't taught him cultivation.

Shang Fuyan then revealed the truth. He wasn't angry about cultivation; he was angry that Sang Huan was only after his luck.

So, besides using her, did she have no genuine feelings for him at all?

As he spoke, the man's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a light gray shadow on his eyelids, and a beautiful thin layer of red appeared on the pale skin at the corners of his eyes.

The next instant, glistening tears fell onto the girl's delicate skin on her neck.

Sang Huan suddenly snapped out of her shock and looked at Shang Fuyan, who was silently shedding tears. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly softened her voice to comfort him.

She also said that out of all the celestial beings in the heavens, she only had eyes for him. What else could this be but liking someone?

The girl's words instantly calmed Shang Fuyan, who had been crying just moments before. Then, he kissed her soft, sweet lips and whispered his loyalty in a low, husky voice.

"I knew it! My wife truly loves me, and I only love her. It's just a matter of fate, isn't it? Don't worry, my wife, I will give you so much..."

The rain fell suddenly, and the sky changed from west to east.

The next day, Yang Shaoqin waited for a long time but no one came to teach him. He thought that his master did not want to teach him anymore, so he went up to knock on the door with a sense of grievance.

The two who had been fooling around suddenly woke up. Sang Huan, with her sore hand, slapped Shang Fuyan across the face, telling him to go and explain, before pulling the covers up and rolling to a corner to catch up on sleep.

Having lived as an ordinary person for several lifetimes, even though the little dodder flower doesn't need to rest, it has developed the habit of sleeping.

Just then, a burnt smell wafted over, and the young wife's panicked voice rang out.

"Oh no, Fusang, stop daydreaming! The apple stewed chicken I wanted is going to burnt!"

Shang Fuyan suddenly woke up and looked at Sang Huan, who was hurriedly running towards the small kitchen while lifting her skirt. She swallowed the slight bitterness in her heart.

Fine, if my wife doesn't want to teach me, then she doesn't have to. He should be able to learn a couple of moves on his own.

At the very least, we can't leave our young wife to face danger alone, can we?

With this in mind, Shang Fuyan got up and followed Sang Huan, his voice tinged with amusement.

"It won't burn. I deliberately turned the heat down low. The sweet potatoes should be done roasting. Huanhuan, don't mess around, be careful not to burn yourself. I'll take care of it."