Longevity: Start with the farming game!

"Let's go up and take a look first! You two, stay close to me."

Han Xuanyu instructed Zhao Yunxi and Chen Cailian.

"Okay!"

Zhao Yunxi, with a smile on her face, took Han Xuanyu's left hand, not worried about Zhao Xiong at all.

Chen Cailian felt a little uncomfortable seeing this scene, as if the fruit she had worked so hard to grow had been picked by someone else.

She coughed softly: "Yunxi, come over here and walk with Aunt Chen." As she spoke, she extended her fair and soft hand.

Upon hearing Chen Cailian's words, Zhao Yunxi reluctantly let go of Han Xuanyu's hand and instead held Chen Cailian's hand.

Chen Cailian then smiled contentedly, "Much better now!"

"Am I being too hasty? Or not reserved enough? Is Aunt Chen not satisfied?"

In Zhao Yunxi's eyes, Chen Cailian's status was equivalent to Han Xuanyu's godmother.

Therefore, in front of Chen Cailian, Zhao Yunxi's mentality was like a daughter-in-law meeting her mother-in-law.

Han Xuanyu smiled and didn't say much: "Keep up."

Chen Cailian and the other didn't dawdle and slowly followed.

Han Xuanyu took the lead, using his Insightful Eye to check for traps and formations around them.

Reaching the middle of the mountain, a thin mist had risen, and some of the stone mountain paths had begun to be overgrown with weeds.

The fresh, bitter scent of grass and trees filled every corner of the mountain forest, and occasionally, the roars of unknown beasts could be heard.

Afraid of the three of them getting separated, Han Xuanyu directly held Zhao Yunxi and Chen Cailian's hands, one in each of his.

Zhao Yunxi's face was sweet, her heart was pounding, and she giggled foolishly, completely unaware of any danger.

Chen Cailian wasn't much better, her face flushed red, suppressing her breathing, not daring to breathe heavily, and occasionally stealing glances at Han Xuanyu.

"Just ordinary mountain mist and ordinary wild animals."

Han Xuanyu concluded after observing with his spiritual sense.

However, when he felt the soft hands tightly clasped in his, Han Xuanyu couldn't resist squeezing and rubbing them.

Zhao Yunxi was very surprised and happily squeezed back.

Chen Cailian glared at Han Xuanyu reproachfully but acquiesced.

Joking aside, it wasn't easy to get rid of Zhao Xiong, this third wheel.

Han Xuanyu had to strengthen their relationship; he wasn't a saint.

The three of them slowed down their pace tacitly, and after walking about eight hundred meters, they finally saw an old building complex.

Only then did Han Xuanyu reluctantly let go of their hands; in an unfamiliar place, he had to be vigilant.

What came into view was a memorial archway, with the three large characters "Hundred Flowers Gate" in the center of the top, already blurred and fragmented.

Behind the gate were dozens of tall and magnificent wooden pavilions, although they were very old and dilapidated.

But Han Xuanyu carefully checked and found them to be very sturdy and still usable.

Chen Cailian and the other followed closely behind. Within the sect, all that could be seen was a large amount of weeds, and the courtyards were filled with dead leaves and withered fruits.

Broken walls and ruins were covered with moss, and squirrels and birds were running and jumping around on the disorderly and dense fruit trees.

They walked for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick but still hadn't completely reached the backyard.

Zhao Yunxi exclaimed in amazement: "This place is so big, and so desolate!"

Chen Cailian nodded in agreement: "It is indeed very lonely, but this will be our home in the future, so we must take good care of it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunxi's eyes sparkled, and without knowing what she was thinking, she replied excitedly: "Okay, okay, okay! I will definitely take good care of it."

At this moment, Han Xuanyu suddenly stopped moving forward and held out his hand, signaling Chen Cailian and the other to stop.

Without waiting for them to speak, Han Xuanyu looked ahead with a serious expression, and the crimson spiritual power around him quickly circulated.

Han Xuanyu said calmly to a pavilion:

"Friend, you've been watching us for a while now, aren't you going to come out?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunxi and Chen Cailian immediately reacted, quickly taking out talismans and defensive magical artifacts, and quickly became vigilant.

After about a quarter of an hour, a pink figure slowly walked out of the top of the building, the chief disciple of the Hundred Flowers Gate, Mu Yunshang.

Mu Yunshang was tall and full-figured, in her twenties, with delicate and refined features.

Wearing a pink embroidered robe, she had a strong aura of a mature woman.

She looked at Han Xuanyu and the others with a displeased expression, and said coldly:

"This sentence should be said by me, what are your intentions for intruding into my Hundred Flowers Gate?"

"Could you be spies sent by the Beast Taming Sect? Leave quickly."

"Otherwise, if my master takes action, she will definitely make your Beast Taming Sect suffer a complete defeat!"

As soon as Mu Yunshang finished speaking, Han Xuanyu's voice came from behind her: "Beast Taming Sect? Is that a nearby sect?"

Mu Yunshang's pupils shrank, "When did you appear?"

She quickly drew her sword and slashed fiercely at Han Xuanyu behind her.

But Han Xuanyu's ghostly figure easily avoided the attack.

The sharp sword energy only broke the eaves of the edge of the house and pierced Han Xuanyu's afterimage.

The more Mu Yunshang slashed, the more shocked she became, "What terrifying speed, what is his cultivation level?"

"I have to use my ultimate move!"

Mu Yunshang gathered her spiritual energy into the sword, quickly compressed it, and danced with it, shouting delicately: "Hundred Flowers Bloom!"

Dozens of pink sword energies attacked the surroundings like blooming flowers, and the surrounding houses within a zhang were immediately cut into fragments and dust.

The broken eaves crashed to the ground with a "rumbling" sound, dull and piercing.

"Xuanyu! ! !"

"Brother Yu! ! !"

Chen Cailian and Zhao Yunxi were terrified.

All they saw was Mu Yunshang quickly drawing her sword against Han Xuanyu and cutting off the surroundings!

"Is it over?"

Mu Yunshang stood in place holding her sword, panting heavily, obviously this move consumed a lot of her energy.

But Han Xuanyu had already dodged when Mu Yunshang's long sword quickly condensed energy.

Therefore, it fit the law of smoke without injury.

"Heh, not bad combat awareness! Unfortunately, you met me."

"You broke my pavilion, stay and work!"

The voice that made Mu Yunshang terrified came from behind her again.

Just as she was about to swing her sword again, she felt a numbness in her back, and her whole body couldn't move.

In a trance, Mu Yunshang felt herself being hugged, and after a gust of wind, she was already on the ground.

"Xuanyu! Are you okay!"

"Brother Yu!"

Chen Cailian and Zhao Yunxi ran over anxiously after seeing Han Xuanyu come down, surrounding him and checking him over.

After confirming that Han Xuanyu was not injured, Zhao Yunxi walked towards Mu Yunshang with a dissatisfied expression:

"You're so strange? Didn't the Hundred Flowers Gate disappear long ago?"

"This place has already been designated as the Xuanzhen Gate and has become our sect, you're the one who should leave!"

Mu Yunshang originally had a cold and terrified expression, but after hearing Zhao Yunxi's words.

She opened her mouth with a voice full of humiliation and crying:

"The Hundred Flowers Gate hasn't disappeared, let me go, I want to drive you out!"

Han Xuanyu understood, she was unwilling to accept the reality that the Hundred Flowers Gate had fallen.

He shook his head and was about to step forward to ask for some information when.

A clear and ethereal, yet somewhat weak voice came from the pavilion behind Han Xuanyu.

"Please, friend, show mercy, we are disciples of the Hundred Flowers Gate."

"Now that you have become the sect master of this place, we will leave quickly."

Hearing this, Han Xuanyu quickly turned around and looked at the pavilion with a vigilant expression, "This person's realm is above mine, I can't be careless."

From the shadowy corner of the room, a female cultivator, about thirty years old, in a pink and white gauze dress, walked out slowly.

Her face was noble and dignified, with unparalleled beauty, but her cold and holy aura contained a bit of coquettishness, and she also had a mature charm.

She was tall and full-figured, with a prominent bust and buttocks, and every move deeply attracted Han Xuanyu's attention.

"I swear, this is definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!"

She stepped forward and gave Han Xuanyu a graceful bow: "I am Mu Qingge, greetings, friend."