If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The killing intent that condensed in those phoenix eyes was almost enough to materialize into icy blades, tearing Mo Chengyue to pieces.

Mo Chengyue's throat was dry, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

This high and mighty law enforcement elder doesn't dare to kill him yet.

Run for your lives, there's no time to lose!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything; Mo Chengyue didn't even have time to savor the surging power of the Foundation Establishment stage.

He looked at his disciple's robe, now reduced to strips of cloth, on the ground, and his eyelids twitched.

You can't exactly run away naked, can you? That would be too much of a performance art.

With a thought, he took out a spare outer disciple's robe from his meager storage bag.

This is a habit he developed during his many years as a corporate slave: always keep something in reserve, just in case.

In no time, he quickly put on his clothes, his movements as swift as a habitual offender.

After getting dressed, he forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace at the icy beauty on the bed, whose face was ashen and who exuded murderous intent.

"Elder, um... this disciple takes his leave!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and ran, tumbling and crawling towards the door of the secret room.

That figure looked as disheveled and panicked as could be.

The gates of the Ice Soul Palace opened with a roar behind him, then slammed shut again.

Only when the cold mountain wind blew against his face did Mo Chengyue exhale a long breath.

survived.

He glanced back at the magnificent palace shrouded in cold air, still feeling a lingering fear.

This patrol was truly the worst luck imaginable.

Feeling the unprecedented, surging liquid true essence within his body, he couldn't help but grin.

Foundation Building Stage!

Seven years!

The bottleneck that had held him for seven years was broken through overnight in a way he never dared to dream of.

This was a great deal!

This is an absolute steal!

What does it mean to turn misfortune into a blessing? This is it!

As he walked, he stretched his muscles and bones, feeling his body transformed after the cleansing and purification process.

My steps were light and I felt refreshed.

Just as he staggered down Ice Soul Peak.

Just as I was about to return to my dilapidated doghouse on Qingquan Mountain, a lazy voice came from the peach blossom grove next to me.

"Hey, isn't this our Junior Brother Mo?"

Mo Chengyue paused, looking in the direction of the sound.

Under a huge peach tree, a man was leaning against something.

The man wore a loose-fitting white robe, with the collar half-open, revealing his delicate collarbone.

A pair of captivating peach blossom eyes were looking at him with a half-smile.

He was also toying with a white jade wine cup in his hand, and his whole demeanor exuded a free and unrestrained spirit.

If it wasn't his elusive senior brother, Xie Buci, then who was it?

"Senior brother?"

Mo Chengyue was somewhat surprised.

Xie Buci swirled his wine glass, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Junior brother, which fairy's gentle embrace did you crawl out of so early in the morning?"

"Look at you, all smug! Was it a fierce battle last night?"

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat, but he wore a simple, honest smile.

"Senior brother, you're teasing me again. I just came back from patrolling the mountain. I didn't have any romantic encounters."

"Yeah?"

Xie Buci raised an eyebrow, put down his wine glass, and walked towards him.

He stretched out his long, slender finger and pointed to Mo Chengyue's profile, near the dimple.

"Still saying you don't?"

"What is this?"

Mo Chengyue subconsciously reached out and touched it, feeling a slightly sticky sensation on his fingertips.

Upon closer inspection, it was a glaring crimson.

rouge!

Grass.

A type of plant.

Mo Chengyue's mind went blank for a moment.

I was careless and didn’t dodge!

In their haste to escape, they forgot to check their faces for any evidence!

This must have gotten on his face when Leng Yuexin was being crazy last night!

He quickly wiped his face haphazardly a few more times, trying to destroy the evidence.

"No, senior brother, you must be seeing things. It's just some dust."

Xie Buci laughed even harder, his peach blossom eyes full of mischief.

"On the other side."

Mo Chengyue froze, mechanically raising his hand to wipe his other cheek.

Sure enough, it was another splash of red.

This is like mud falling into your crotch; even if it's not shit, it's still shit.

He looked at Xie Buci's "I understand" look and stammered for a long time.

"Ah...this..."

"Alright, alright."

Xie Buci patted him on the shoulder, with an expression that said, "I know, but I won't say anything."

"I've seen all kinds of people, you know what I'm talking about."

"We'll talk about that later. Now, come with me to see a good show."

Mo Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "What kind of show is it? Senior brother, can you give me a spoiler? Is this gossip guaranteed to be true?"

You'll know when you get there.

Xie Buci kept everyone in suspense for a moment, then without saying a word, wrapped his arm around Mo Chengyue's waist.

The next second, Mo Chengyue felt his feet sink into the ground and was lifted up by a tremendous force.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the mountains and rivers rushed past beneath my feet.

Xie Buci's sword speed is ridiculously fast!

When Mo Chengyue came to his senses, the two of them had already landed in front of the main hall of Yingtian Peak, one of the most magnificent peaks among the seventy-two peaks of the Hehuan Sect.

At this moment, the area outside the hall was already crowded with disciples watching the spectacle, and the noise and discussion were deafening.

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Guo Zixuan from Tianquan Peak came to Yingtian Peak today to annul his engagement with Senior Sister Xiao Qinghan!"

"Holy crap? Really? Why? Didn't Senior Brother Guo and Senior Sister Xiao always have a very good relationship?"

"I heard they were childhood sweethearts!"

"What else could it be? Times have changed! Senior Sister Xiao is no longer the favored daughter of heaven she once was!"

A disciple who seemed to be well-informed lowered his voice and explained to those around him.

"Back in the day, how glorious Senior Sister Xiao Qinghan was! She reached Foundation Establishment at fifteen and Core Formation at eighteen."

"His mastery of the Azure Phoenix Sword Technique is unparalleled; few among those of the same level can rival him! He is hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the sect!"

"But for some reason, seven years ago, after an adventure in a secret realm, Senior Sister Xiao's cultivation suddenly plummeted from the mid-stage of Core Formation all the way back to the early stage of Foundation Establishment!"

"And from then on, he made no further progress and became a complete cripple!"

"Alas, life is truly unpredictable! The fall of a genius is perhaps the most tragic."

Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up as he listened to the gossip around him.

I rely on!

The annulment of the engagement!

This plot is a classic!

His life is like a rollercoaster ride; one second he's on the brink of life and death in the Ice Soul Palace, and the next he's suddenly thrust into the spotlight of gossip.

Stimulate!

Just then, a clear yet slightly arrogant male voice came from inside the hall.

"Qinghan, let our engagement end here today!"

Mo Chengyue craned his neck and peered into the hall through the gaps in the crowd.

In the center of the main hall stood a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in fine clothes and had a handsome face, but his brows showed a hint of meanness and impatience.

The subject of everyone's discussion was Guo Zixuan.

The woman opposite him was dressed in an elegant light blue dress and had a slender figure.

She is Xiao Qinghan.

Although her face was somewhat pale, and her eyes showed lingering fatigue and loneliness, her stunning beauty was still undeniable.

It was a beauty as serene and aloof as the moon, as proud and solitary as a pine tree.

Even when a tiger falls into the plains or a phoenix has its wings broken, the nobility and pride etched into its bones have not diminished in the slightest.

At this moment, her phoenix eyes, which had once amazed countless fellow disciples, were looking at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Zixuan, didn't we agree... to give me some more time?"

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Guo Zixuan shook his head coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"I'm sorry, Qinghan, I can't wait any longer."

"I don't want my future to be dragged down by a stagnant Daoist partner."

"Continuing like this will do neither of us any good!"

Xiao Qinghan's lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

"But……"