I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Pei Youyi was no longer in bed.

She was the first to get up, and gently placed his left hand back under the covers before leaving.

Gu Yan gently moved Jin Yu's leg off her, pulled the blanket up for Yu Sheng, and then quietly got out of bed.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time while washing up.

Lin Jinyu has changed a lot.

The irritable girl who used to get angry at the drop of a hat and lie on his back talking nonsense, now sneaks into his room in the middle of the night, unbuttons her white shirt one button at a time, and whispers to him that she's afraid he'll be assassinated.

She also said that she ranked fifth, an S-class assassin, and would burn the assassin to the ground.

But Gu Yan knew those were just excuses.

She just wanted to stay quietly by his side for a while, just like she did three years ago in northern Myanmar.

Many years ago, she leaned on his back while running a low fever and being delirious. Now, she leans on his shoulder because she has regained him and doesn't want to leave him for a moment longer.

He dried his face and walked towards the hall.

Before I even reached the door, I could smell a rich aroma of toasted butter and flour, mixed with a faint scent of vanilla extract, wafting from the direction of the kitchen.

Elena stood behind the counter in the open kitchen.

Her long silver hair was casually tied back with a chopstick, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears.

She was wearing a light pink apron with a cartoon kitten printed on it.

The countertop was covered with flour bags, butter blocks, measuring cups, and mixing bowls.

She was taking a large plate of freshly baked cookies out of the oven. The cookies were cat paw shaped and each one was golden brown and crispy with a slight caramelized edge.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Yan stood at the kitchen doorway, a feeling of unreality washing over her.

The twelve-winged angel who slapped him into the abyss in the South China Sea Secret Realm, the swan who used its wings to shield him from the poisonous fog in the forest, and the mysterious being who blocked all pursuers at the gates of the English royal family, is now wearing a cartoon cat apron and baking biscuits.

"Making baking."

Elena placed the baking tray on a heat-resistant mat and used a spatula to remove the cookies one by one and place them on a plate.

"The comic book that Ya Song bought for me has a baking scene in it."

"In order to win over the male lead, the female lead makes him lunch boxes, bakes, and makes handmade chocolates every day."

"I did some research and found that cookies are easier to make than bento boxes."

She pushed the plate in front of Gu Yan.

"Would you like to try some?"

Gu Yan picked up a cat paw-shaped cookie and took a bite.

The outer layer was crispy, the inside was soft, the aroma of butter melted in the mouth, and the sweetness was just right. It was better than any bakery he had ever eaten at.

"It's delicious."

"Is this really your first time doing this?"

"I am an angel, and my learning ability is stronger than yours humans."

"I just never thought about learning it before."

Her tone remained calm, but the corners of her mouth curved up very slightly.

The smile was very small and fleeting, but it was definitely a smile.

Then she took her plate of cookies, sat down in the wicker chair in front of the TV, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

The screen is playing global news, with aerial footage of the Middle East war zone.

A dark red Black Tide Rift is slowly closing, beneath which lie the ruins of defenses blasted apart by artillery fire and mountains of calamity debris.

The camera pans down to the ground, where a reporter is reporting at an extremely fast pace.

"The third line of defense in the Middle East theater has just repelled the Kuroshio's third large-scale offensive this month."

"A new type of S-class Calamity, codenamed Soul Eater, appeared during this attack. It possesses the mental shock ability to penetrate all known energy shields."

"At the critical moment when the defense was about to be breached, a mysterious superhuman who had never appeared in the public eye before made his move."

The scene switches to a battlefield video shot with a mobile phone.

A young man stood at the breach in the defensive line, surrounded by the still-burning wreckage of mechs and mountains of corpses of bone-eating worms.

He was dressed in a plain white robe, with a long sword strapped to his back.

The sword has a long and simple blade, with intricate cloud patterns engraved on the guard.

His long hair was tied back with a blue ribbon, with a few stray strands hanging down from his forehead.

His features were cool and handsome, and his eyes carried a kind of aloofness that had endured many hardships but remained steadfast in his resolve.

He didn't look at the camera; he simply raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently waved it towards the crack.

The longsword behind him drew its sheath on its own, the sword light drawing an arc in the air, and the S-class Soul Eater that was charging towards the defensive line was cleaved in two by the sword light.

Black blood sprayed into the air and landed on his plain white robe, but he didn't even flinch.

"This mysterious expert's code name has been confirmed as Sword Immortal, and he comes from an ancient martial arts family of the Great Xia Dynasty."

"According to sources, he and Pei Yuran, the sword immortal of the North American Theater, are from the same school and have been temporarily incorporated into the core combat force of the Middle East Theater Command."

Gu Yan stared at the aloof and handsome face on the screen, the cookie in her hand frozen in mid-air.

Xu Huan.

He had read this name in the Book of the World.

In the original novel, Pei Yuran has a senior brother who is exceptionally talented and has superb swordsmanship, but he has committed extremely serious mistakes due to inner demons.

He was later expelled from his master's school and disappeared without a trace.

"This person's swordsmanship seems to be from the same school as your Miss Pei."

Elena tilted her head and looked at the screen, then stuffed a cat paw cookie into her mouth.

"She's quite capable, and she's also fairly good-looking."

"According to the plot of the comics, this kind of character is usually the male protagonist's love rival."

What do you think?

Gu Yan gave her a disgruntled look and stuffed the remaining half of the cookie into her mouth.

"Stop joking."

"With such a large sect as the Sword Immortal Sect, it's normal to have a senior brother."

"Moreover, Yu Ran might not even want to remember who he is now."

"You know her very well."

"I don't really know him."

"I just know a few things."

Gu Yan did not elaborate.

He couldn't very well tell Elena that he had read all the plot points about Pei Yuran in the original novel before he transmigrated.

At this moment, the Third Line of Defense Command of the Middle East Theater.

Pei Yuran sat at the head of the table at the far end, her plain white dress spread out on the chair, her long black hair tied back with a silver ribbon.

The longsword lay horizontally on the table, the ice crystals condensed on its blade even sharper than they had been three years ago. The deep blue tassel was sealed within the ice crystals, neither melting nor fading.

"Miss,"

Standing opposite the long table was an elder of the Pei family with white hair and beard, holding a battle report in his hand.

"Patriarch Pei Youyi arrived at the fourth defense line of Sakura Country last night with the special envoy of the Eastern War Zone."

"According to reports from the front lines, she has set up at least three layers of wind-based defensive barriers at the pass in the northern suburbs of Kyoto."

Pei Yuran nodded, her icy pupils remaining completely still.

"Did my mother decide to go on her own, or was she invited by someone?"

The elder shook his head and said that the invitation did not have a specific name on it, but only that it was personally sent by the chief priestess of the Chiyomiya family.

Chiyomiya Hane.

Ranked third on the combat power list, the chief priestess of the Sakura Kingdom.