After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Although there are many martial arts sects in the world today, only a few can be considered truly outstanding.

In the beginning, there were quite a few sects in the martial arts world that were neither entirely righteous nor entirely evil, and quite a few of them called themselves the Demonic Sect.

Some sects call themselves "demonic sects" just to sound more prestigious. Others, however, are utterly wicked and extremely cruel.

Not only did they massacre civilians, but they also frequently wiped out entire families, even shaking the yolks of eggs in people's vegetable baskets.

Where there are evil cults, there are also righteous sects of the martial world.

The martial arts tournament is held every ten years, led by the four major sects.

The leader is the undisputed master of the martial arts world, who leads the righteous path of the martial arts world and maintains peace in the Jianghu.

Eradicating the evil cult is a major task that the righteous sects of the martial arts world should undertake.

In the past, those who won the championship were either the pride of their respective schools or established martial arts masters.

But one day, the person who won the championship turned out to be a young man who had only recently emerged.

His appearance brought the summit of Guishan back into the view of the martial arts world.

The summit of Guishan is home to a reclusive sect that wields heavy swords.

Because of its sparse number of disciples, not many people knew about this sect at first.

At that year's martial arts tournament, Guishan Xueyin, alone with his sword, utterly defeated the martial arts masters of the four major sects and won the championship.

Everyone thought that the young man's victory was purely by chance, and that it was the peak, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

This young man was none other than Lin Yunyuan.

From then on, Guishan Blood Drink became famous and its reputation spread throughout the country.

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Ever since Lin Siheng went to Guishan, Shen Qingheng's heart has never been at ease.

Lin Siheng was mischievous from a young age, but with his father's discipline at home, he never caused any major trouble.

However, according to her husband, Guishan has been in seclusion for a long time, and now the entire sect is no different from an empty shell.

Especially after he entered the martial arts world, his junior brothers and sisters did not stay in Guishan.

Now, only his very old master remains on the summit of Guishan.

Shen Qingheng was really worried. He knew his child best; hiring a tutor to pluck someone's beard, praying to a Buddha to burn incense sticks...

In short, they are very difficult to manage, and getting beaten up is the norm.

He was worried that the little brat would cause trouble in Guishan and be abandoned by his master, so he was anxious every day.

After giving birth to Xinyu, Shen Qingheng found it easier to think of her eldest son.

Xinyu is very well-behaved and rarely cries.

My younger brother's personality is exactly like his father's; he's quiet and doesn't cry or make a fuss.

Unlike his older brother Siheng, who was only a few months old when his cries could be heard all over the street, and everyone who saw him couldn't help but praise him: "Your child has a really loud voice."

When Xinyu is nursing, he thinks about whether Heng is able to eat his fill in Guishan.

When Xin Yu puts on new clothes, will Si Heng be able to stay warm...?

He's so young, he definitely can't take care of himself.

Seeing her husband looking downcast, Lin Yunyuan had the servants pack his bags when Xinyu was six months old, preparing to take her husband out for a walk.

The rain has just started and is light; it's not advisable to travel far.

Lin Yunyuan entrusted Xinyu to his father's care and then traveled eastward with his husband.

When passing by Guishan, I'll take a quick look at my eldest son, lest my husband lose his appetite all day.

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At the summit of Guishan Mountain.

Under the withered tree lay a white-bearded old man, with an empty gourd hanging from his waist, wearing a tattered shirt and worn-out shoes, his right toes peeking out.

He closed his eyes, smacked his lips, and had a very ruddy complexion, making it impossible to guess that he was already 120 years old.

Lin Siheng cursed inwardly. This old man didn't look like some kind of hermit master at all; he was just a poor old beggar from the Beggar Clan!

He was enjoying himself, eating meat and drinking wine, completely forgetting that there was a growing child here!

Lin Siheng squatted down, holding a rock bigger than himself, his forehead covered in sweat.

Half an hour has passed, and the old man still hasn't called for a stop.

Lin Siheng felt that his father must have offended the old man in the past, so the old man was taking revenge on him.

Seeing that the old man's eyes were closed, Lin Siheng thought to himself, "If I don't take advantage of this opportunity, when will I ever get another chance?"

Just as he was about to put the stone down, he suddenly heard the old man say, "No slacking off."

Lin Siheng: "..." No, does this old man have eyes in the back of his head?!

The old man continued, "And you're not allowed to curse me in your heart."

Lin Siheng grimaced, but he didn't dare stop what he was doing.

He wasn't always this well-behaved; it's just that this old man was like his father, and would beat him up at the drop of a hat.

There was no father figure here to protect him; he could only endure the beatings and then secretly cry under the covers by himself at night.

Besides, he chose this path himself. So what if he gets beaten up? He can just endure it.

The poor child cried all night and then had to manipulate himself the next day; it was so miserable it was unbearable to watch.

The old man wasn't exactly a peaceful person either; he loved teasing children.

At first, Lin Siheng tried to talk back and curse, saying things like "old rascal, shameless and taking advantage of his age," repeating them over and over again.

Later, Lin Siheng got smarter and started practicing martial arts as soon as he opened his eyes every day. No matter how strong you are, it's like a gentle breeze passing over a mountain.

I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense.

Seeing that Lin Siheng was unaffected, the old man suddenly felt that life had lost its joy and sighed all day long.

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Shen Qingheng gazed at the towering Gui Mountain and exclaimed in amazement.

"Husband, is your sect actually located on a mountaintop?"

Lin Yunyuan nodded, "Yes."

"But we didn't see any path up the mountain when we came here. How are we going to get up there?" A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Shen Qingheng's heart.

Are you going to use your light-foot technique to fly up there?

The next moment, he heard Lin Yunyuan say, "Fly up."

Shen Qingheng's vision went black.

The main reason is that Lin Yunyuan is not Yin Cheng, nor is he Nian Ge'er.

She usually travels by her own horse-drawn carriage and is not carried around by men.

Not only did he lack experience, but he was also quite afraid of heights.

"Heng'er, come here." Lin Yunyuan held out his hands to him.

Although Shen Qingheng was very scared, she still placed her hand in the man's hand.

Lin Yunyuan stepped forward and put his arm around his husband's waist.

The young husband, who had just given birth, still had a plump waist and exuded the sweet fragrance of a ripe peach.

Lin Yunyuan kissed his husband's fair skin.

"Heng'er, hold me tight."

Shen Qingheng hugged the man's waist and back tightly, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her eyes tightly closed, not daring to open them at all.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of wind beside my ear.

Shen Qingheng trembled involuntarily, pressing herself against her husband even more tightly.

At that moment, he had a profound realization that he had married a man from the martial arts world.

After a while, the sound of the wind in my ears continued.

He heard the man's steady voice, "Good boy, open your eyes."

Shen Qingheng trembled and collapsed into the man's arms, "Are we...are we there yet?"