Wu Chuan’s gaze swept back and forth between the two, his voice lowered as he asked: “When did you two get together?”

“A few days ago.” Kong Hou answered honestly. “It was the time you ran into us.”

Wu Chuan: “…”

“Does Wang Tong Shishu know?” Thinking of how much the entire Qiyue Peak valued Junior Martial Sister Kong Hou, if Wang Tong Shishu learned she had developed romantic feelings with Zhong Xi Zhenren, he feared… they would definitely fight.

If Wang Tong Shishu discovered the Dragon-Phoenix Cauldron matter, things would become even more complicated. With a stern and serious expression on his face, many thoughts flashed through Wu Chuan’s mind. He turned to look at Zhong Xi Zhenren and said earnestly: “Zhong Xi Zhenren, our Kong Hou is young. If there are places where she does things improperly, please be more understanding.”

Zhong Xi cupped his fists toward him.

The two were currently in the midst of passionate affection, able to make all sorts of eternal vows and pledges. Wu Chuan didn’t want to hear the other party make promises about the future that couldn’t be guaranteed, so he stood up and said: “You two rest early, and restrain yourselves a bit in front of other disciples.”

Everyone was used to being single—suddenly seeing people being lovey-dovey, wouldn’t that make everyone’s hearts restless and irritated?

“Please rest assured, Senior Martial Brother Wu Chuan, I’ll prioritize the bigger picture.” Kong Hou waved her hand with a smile. “You go back to sleep.”

Was she finding him a hindrance to her appreciation of beauty by staying here?

Wu Chuan reached out and tapped her forehead in the air, standing up and saying: “Alright, you two slowly enjoy your sweetness. I’m going back to my room to meditate.”

Kong Hou smiled and dove into Huan Zong’s embrace. Huan Zong caught her in a flurry: “Be careful.”

“Looking at the stars from the flying palace seems especially beautiful.” Kong Hou looked up at the sky. The flying palace’s speed was very fast, but the moon and stars still hung high, as if they had been following beside them all along.

“Among the world’s myriad beauties, none compare to you.” Huan Zong lowered his head, his eyes and brows filled with emotion and tenderness that couldn’t dissolve.

Kong Hou reached out and pinched his cheek: “Confess honestly—did you secretly read those romantic story books?”

“No.” Huan Zong’s eyes drifted to the side.

“Really not?” Kong Hou pressed her ear to his chest. Inside his chest, a heart was beating rapidly. She lifted her head, half-squinting her eyes and shaking her head. “Never mind, if you say no, then no.”

Huan Zong’s face reddened: “Last night… I did read a few books.”

A few books—what did that mean? This kind of description sounded somewhat strange.

“So a few books means how many books?” Kong Hou laughed softly.

“Just three or four… five or six books or so.” Huan Zong’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

“You didn’t sleep all night?” Reading so many books, where would there be time to rest? She took the opportunity to touch Huan Zong’s face. “Although we cultivators don’t need to eat and sleep every day, going to bed early and waking up early is a good habit. Don’t do this again next time.”

She extended her hand in front of Huan Zong: “Hand them over.”

“What?” The arm Huan Zong had around Kong Hou stiffened slightly.

“The story books, of course.” Kong Hou hooked her fingers.

“A few weren’t very good, so I already threw them away.” Huan Zong took out two books with one hand and placed them in Kong Hou’s hands. Both books were brand new, as if they had just been purchased recently. It seemed Huan Zong had secretly gone down the mountain to buy books when she wasn’t paying attention?

Taking out an illumination magical tool and placing it on the table, Kong Hou flipped open the story book and glanced at a few pages. The protagonist inside was smooth-talking, with fox spirits, fairy maidens, and demonesses all liking him, as if all the other men in the entire world didn’t exist.

Closing the book, Kong Hou turned to look at Huan Zong.

“I didn’t buy them—Lin Hu sent them over.” Huan Zong looked completely serious. “I normally wouldn’t buy these books to read. I’ve been staying on Yunhua Mountain these past few days—how could I go to a bookshop to buy books?”

“Really didn’t go down the mountain?”

“No.” Huan Zong shook his head firmly.

“The male cultivator in here is quite impressive—his cultivation is profound, and so many female cultivators like him.”

“My heart is very small and can only hold one woman.”

“Mm.” Kong Hou slowly nodded, pointing at one of the books. “The protagonist in this one also said those words, then turned around and saved a fox spirit, becoming ambiguously involved with her.”

Huan Zong: “…”

These story book writers—when writing about protagonists being fickle, couldn’t they avoid wasting good words and phrases?

“Hahaha.” Seeing Huan Zong stunned, Kong Hou couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just teasing you. You and the protagonists in story books are of course different.” Those protagonists in story books couldn’t even compare to half of Huan Zong.

Seeing Kong Hou laugh happily, Huan Zong said very seriously: “Don’t worry, I won’t be like them.”

Kong Hou didn’t doubt this statement from Huan Zong. With such good looks and such high cultivation, if he were truly a lustful and promiscuous man, he would have already had countless women around him. How could he still belong to her?

“I believe you.” Kong Hou put away the story books. “From now on, you’re my man, so you have to belong under my management. Therefore, these books… are all confiscated.”

“Mm.” Huan Zong embraced her, their foreheads touching. He said in a low voice, “I’ll give you my entire self.”

His voice was very gentle, like a light breeze brushing past her face, tickling Kong Hou’s heart. She nuzzled against Huan Zong’s forehead, and just as she was about to speak, a bright light streaked across the sky—it was a message transmission talisman.

Huan Zong reached out and caught it, using his consciousness to connect with the message transmission talisman.

Kong Hou saw Huan Zong’s expression seemed both joyful and emotional, and couldn’t help asking: “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a flying message talisman from my master.” A smile appeared on Huan Zong’s face. “He broke through his mental barrier and has now reached the Void Refining realm cultivation.”

“Void Refining realm?!” Kong Hou couldn’t help but secretly calculate how far her own cultivation was from the Void Refining realm. After figuring it out, she couldn’t help but say admiringly, “Sect Master Jinyue is really amazing.”

“Master’s cultivation has been stagnant for these years. Now that he can finally break through his mental barrier, it’s truly wonderful.” Huan Zong had followed beside Jinyue for many years. Just as Jinyue worried about his cultivation, he also worried about Jinyue.

Looking at Huan Zong’s slightly excited expression, Kong Hou gently patted his back: “Everything is slowly getting better.”

So the medicinal ingredients Huan Zong needed, they would also slowly find. From now on, she would possess the cultivation world’s number one handsome man and travel through magnificent mountains and rivers. Thinking that others might be jealous enough to have red eyes, she felt her mood become even better.

“What are you thinking about, smiling so beautifully?” Huan Zong came back to his senses from his joy. Seeing Kong Hou smiling with a dazed expression, he reached out to tuck the stray hair by her earlobe behind her ear, then gently touched her earlobe.

Tender and very smooth.

“It tickles.” Kong Hou laughingly grabbed Huan Zong’s hand. “I’m laughing thinking that when the entire cultivation world knows that Zhong Xi Zhenren has become my man, there will definitely be quite a few people jealous of me.”

“They should be jealous of me.” Huan Zong lowered his eyelids. “The cultivation world’s most beautiful, most adorable, and most amazing Kong Hou Xianzi is willing to be with me. Who knows how many young men in the world will be envious?”

“Men all envy you, women envy me—this shows we two are a match made in heaven.” Kong Hou’s eyes sparkled brightly, already envisioning a beautiful future. “This is just too wonderful.”

Huan Zong couldn’t help but laugh softly: “I’ve discovered that the disciples of your noble sect and you all share the same advantage.”

“What?”

“Holding beautiful hope and confidence toward the future.”

Kong Hou: “…”

These words seemed somewhat off somewhere.

The two who had just confirmed their feelings couldn’t get too close when there were many people around, but in private they were lovey-dovey, finding everything they said interesting. It wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky that Huan Zong and Kong Hou reluctantly separated and each returned to their own rooms.

The next morning, when Kong Hou woke up, the sky was already bright. Pushing open the window, she discovered the flying palace had already stopped moving forward. She rushed to the outer railing and discovered not far away was a huge flying vessel with carvings of Yuanji Sect’s unique patterns.

“This humble one is Shuangqing. I have met Elder Qiushuang.” Shuangqing stood at the vessel’s bow, his black standing-collar robe covering his large jowls, making his face seem not quite so square. But looking from afar, it also resembled a brick placed on a mass of black cloth.

When there were guests filling the hall like clouds at Cheng Yi’s Nascent Soul formation grand ceremony, Qiushuang, as a sect elder, only showed her face at the ceremony and then went back. She didn’t know at all which guests had come. Now seeing Shuangqing’s square and upright face, it reminded her of over five hundred years ago, when a small child wanted to join Yunhua Sect.

That child appeared only seven or eight years old, with fair skin, but had a square and upright head that was hard to forget after one glance. At the time, she had discovered that child’s thoughts were slightly narrow and he liked to hold grudges, so she hadn’t agreed to let him join Yunhua Sect. In the five hundred-plus years that followed, this child never appeared again, and she gradually forgot about the matter.

Now seeing Yuanji Sect’s sect master, she suddenly remembered that child from years ago.

“After many years apart, Elder Qiushuang is just as before.” Shuangqing bowed again and again. “I wonder, have you been well all these years?”

“Thank you for Sect Master’s concern, all is well.” Ever since Heng Yan succeeded as sect master, Qiushuang rarely left Yunhua Sect and seldom dealt with sect masters or elders from other sects. Now hearing Shuangqing speak in such a tone, Elder Qiushuang could almost be certain he was that child from years ago who wanted to join Yunhua Sect but was rejected by her.

“Meeting is fate. I wonder if this junior and my sect disciples have the honor of visiting your noble sect’s flying palace for a tour?”

“Please.” Qiushuang glanced at him and waved her hand, using spiritual power to create a cloud bridge between the flying vessel and flying palace. Shuangqing didn’t hesitate and jumped onto the cloud bridge, walking over. The dozen or so disciples behind him had no choice but to follow.

Kong Hou stood in a corner watching this scene and reached out to tug at Wu Chuan, who wasn’t far from her: “Senior Martial Brother Wu Chuan, don’t you feel Sect Master Shuangqing is a bit strange?” Who would invite themselves to be guests at someone else’s place?

“Probably… his face is different from ours.” Wu Chuan saw Huan Zong looking at him from not far away. He pulled his sleeve from Kong Hou’s hand and stepped back two paces. “If you’re curious, I’ll take you over to join in the excitement.”

“Great, great.” Kong Hou nodded repeatedly. Senior Martial Brother was indeed an understanding person.

The martial siblings took spiritual tea and spiritual fruits and approached, just in time to hear Shuangqing say: “Back then, I had no fate to become a disciple under the Elder. Now meeting again, I still feel very regretful.” He deliberately sighed, taking out several spiritual fruits worth a thousand spirit stones each from his sleeve and placing them on the table. “Please.”

Shuangqing Zhenren had once nearly joined Yunhua Sect?

Kong Hou was secretly shocked. Carrying spiritual fruits forward, she said: “Visitors are guests—how can we let Sect Master you do the hosting?”

Bright red spiritual fruits were placed on the table, emitting a faint fragrance, making the spiritual fruits Shuangqing had taken out seem merely ordinary in comparison.

—

**Author’s Note:** Shuangqing: Back then when I wanted your attention, you ignored me. Now the current me will make you… um… hm?