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Han Zhixian felt like she was dreaming, or perhaps she was still stunned by the palm strike from Grand Master Lingbao.

She followed behind Lin Xuan, her feet not treading on mud, nor on ordinary clouds, but on...

"This...this is a road paved with ten-thousand-year-old warm jade?" Han Zhixian looked down at the warm, lustrous floor tiles under her feet and swallowed.

Jade of this caliber is the primary material used to refine protective magic treasures on Jin'ao Island of the Jie Sect, and only direct disciples can be allocated a piece the size of a fingernail.

So, in the Pangu Temple, this thing was used to pave the road? And it was used all the way up to the top of the mountain?

"Stop looking at it, that stuff is non-slip, but the color is a bit tacky. I'm planning to switch to the star sand one later." Lin Xuan walked ahead, holding Lin Ling'er who was still playing with the vines in his arms, and said casually.

Han Zhixian almost tripped over her own feet and fell.

Stardust? That's a top-tier material for refining acquired spiritual treasures! Used for paving roads?

Is this what they mean by "poverty limits my imagination"?

Passing through the massive stone gate, the sight inside the Pangu Palace made Han Zhixian's eyes widen in astonishment.

Where is the malevolent aura of the legendary witch clan here?

In the spacious hall, sunlight streamed through the crystal dome, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance that made one feel their cultivation level rise with just a breath.

A huge table was placed in the center of the hall, and several children were playing around it.

"Hey, ladies, we have a guest!" Lin Xuan shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, several graceful female immortals walked out from the back hall.

The one at the head, dressed in a bright yellow palace gown, possessed an air of nobility so striking that one dared not look directly at her; she was none other than the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"Senior Sister Wudang?!" Han Zhixian exclaimed in surprise.

She was just an outer disciple of the Jie Sect. When she saw a direct disciple like the Holy Mother Wudang, she had to bow respectfully and not dare to breathe loudly.

But now, the Holy Mother of Wudang is holding a diaper in her hand, with a gentle smile on her face, looking just like the big sister next door.

"It's Junior Sister Hanzhixian." The Holy Mother of Wudang handed the diaper to the maid beside her, walked over and took Hanzhixian's hand. "Why are you in such a mess? Your hair is all disheveled."

Han Zhixian was flattered and her face turned red to the roots of her neck: "Senior Sister... I just encountered the Lingbao Grand Master of the Chan Sect outside. He wanted to steal my Wind-Fixing Pearl, but thanks to Lord Lin Xuan, I was saved."

"It's those shameless bastards from the Chan Sect again." The Holy Mother of Wudang sneered, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes. "I'll remember this debt and have my husband collect the interest from Kunlun Mountain later."

husband?

Han Zhixian secretly glanced at Lin Xuan, who was playing with the child.

It turns out the rumors were true; Senior Sister Wudang really did marry this bigwig of the Witch Clan.

"Alright, stop standing there, sit down and have some fruit to calm your nerves." Lin Xuan pointed to the fruit plate on the table.

Han Zhixian sat down carefully, her gaze falling on the fruit plate.

At that moment, her breath caught in her throat.

The plate was not filled with ordinary apples and pears, but with peaches that exuded a rich innate spiritual energy and had purple veins on them.

"This...this is a peach?" Han Zhixian's voice trembled.

"Hmm, nine thousand years old." Lin Xuan casually picked up one, wiped it on his clothes, and handed it to Han Zhixian. "Try it. Although it doesn't taste as good as the Huangzhong plum, it's very juicy and quite thirst-quenching."

Quenching thirst?

Quenching your thirst with a peach that's nine thousand years old?

Holding the peach, Han Zhixian felt as if she were holding a mountain of gold. She estimated that after eating this one peach, her Golden Immortal cultivation would directly propel her to the threshold of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm!

"Eat up, don't be so polite." Lin Ling'er leaned closer, still holding half a half-eaten Huangzhong plum in her hand. "Sister, if you don't like peaches, I have plums here, I'll give them to you instead."

Looking at the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Yellow Plum, which was covered in teeth marks, Han Zhixian felt her worldview completely collapse.

In the Pangu Palace, are innate spiritual treasures eaten like snacks?

She took a trembling bite of the peach, and a surge of pure spiritual energy instantly exploded in her mouth, flowing down her throat and throughout her body.

The feeling was like being immersed in a spiritual hot spring, so comfortable that she almost groaned out loud.

"How is it? The taste is alright, isn't it?" Lin Xuan asked with a smile.

"It's...it's too precious." Han Zhixian's eyes were brimming with tears; she had never tasted anything so good in her entire life.

Lin Xuan found it amusing to look at her naive and unworldly demeanor.

The outer disciples of the Jie Sect did indeed have a tough time. Although the Tongtian Sect Leader was protective of his own, he simply had too many disciples and couldn't distribute the resources among them all.

"By the way, you just said that the Grand Master Lingbao wanted to steal your Wind-Fixing Pearl?" Lin Xuan suddenly asked.

Han Zhixian quickly put down the peach, took out the small cloth bag from her bosom, and took out a blue bead.

"This is it. I found it in some ruins. I originally intended to use it for making medicine, but..."

Lin Xuan reached out and took the bead, then played with it in his hand for a moment.

"The Wind-Fixing Pearl, a post-natal spiritual treasure, is of passable quality," Lin Xuan commented. "However, you're using it incorrectly."

"Huh?" Han Zhixian was taken aback.

"The Wind-Stabilizing Bead can not only stabilize the wind, but also calm the mind and spirit." Lin Xuan said, gently touching the bead with his finger, and a golden rune disappeared into it.

hum!

The originally dim bead suddenly shone brightly, and a gentle power spread out, enveloping Han Zhixian within it.

Han Zhixian felt her soul, which had been somewhat disordered due to the shock, instantly calm down, and even the hidden injuries left by forcibly activating her magic power were rapidly healing.

"This..." Han Zhixian looked at Lin Xuan in surprise.

"If this thing is used with some special spells, it can also be used as a defensive magic weapon." Lin Xuan stood up, walked behind Han Zhixian, bent down slightly, held Han Zhixian's hand with one hand, and guided her magic power into the bead with the other hand.

"Come on, feel it: focus your Qi in your Dantian, and concentrate your mind on your spiritual platform..."

Lin Xuan's deep and magnetic voice rang in her ear.

The hot breath hit her ear, and Han Zhixian's body instantly froze.

Too close!

At this distance, she could even smell the faint, pleasant scent emanating from Lin Xuan.

That was the aura of a strong person, the aura of a sense of security.

Throughout her many years in the Jie Sect, she had always lived cautiously, afraid of offending anyone or being robbed. No one had ever stood behind her like this, teaching her how to protect herself step by step.

"Relax, don't be so tense." Lin Xuan gently patted her shoulder. "I'm not going to eat you."

Han Zhixian's face turned as red as a peach.

She secretly turned her head to look at Lin Xuan's angular profile, her heart pounding.

Is this... what it feels like to be pampered?

No wonder Senior Sister Wudang and Senior Sister Yunxiao were willing to marry into this family.

Not only are there endless spiritual fruits here, but there's also this... reassuring man.

"Have you learned it?" Lin Xuan released his hand and asked with a smile.

Han Zhixian snapped out of her daze and nodded hurriedly, "I...I've learned it."

Actually, her mind was completely blank just now, and she didn't hear much at all; she was only focused on her racing heart.

"Alright, then you can stay here for a few days to consolidate your cultivation." Lin Xuan waved his hand. "Wudang, arrange a room for her next to Yunxiao's; it's quiet there."

"Alright." The Holy Mother of Wudang looked at Han Zhixian, whose face was flushed, and gave her a meaningful smile.

That silly girl, she probably can't escape now.