Chapter 77: New Year’s Eve and the Disappearing Boundary

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: New Year’s Eve and the Disappearing Boundary

Chapter 77: New Year’s Eve and the Disappearing Boundary

New Year’s Eve

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Inside the princess’s residence, Xiao Qing, dressed in red, nestled in Qin Luo’s arms. Listening to the sounds of firecrackers echoing through the city, Qin Luo’s warm embrace made her feel incredibly safe. The long-awaited time alone between the two also made Qin Luo feel somewhat dazed.

Ever since he could remember, because of Qin Zheng and Xiao Tian’s relationship, Qin Luo had always been accompanied by Xiao Qing. At that time, he always thought that this bright-eyed and white-toothed girl was his older sister.

Everywhere on Xiuwen Mountain, there are traces of the two of them playing together. Since learning that he could no longer cultivate, Qin Luo rarely went down the mountain. On the few times he did go out, some children of similar age would always mock him as a useless good-for-nothing. Whenever this happened, Xiao Qing would always stand up for him and beat those rude children to a pulp.

As Qin Luo grew older, he gradually understood what an arranged marriage meant, and from then on, their relationship began to subtly change.

Under her mother’s guidance, Xiao Qing gradually became gentle and virtuous, and her remarkable cultivation level began to stand out among her peers. As a result, many sects came up with the idea of marriage alliances in order to befriend the Guiyi Sect.

Knowing he was incapable of cultivation, Qin Luo had previously considered breaking off the engagement, since Xiao Qing was bound to take over the Guiyi Sect, and having a husband like him would inevitably lead to her being criticized by others.

However, Xiao Qing never gave in, and even declared that she would not marry anyone but Qin Luo. During the time when Qin Zheng was at his strongest, this matter was constantly discussed by people.

After Qin Zheng and Xiao Tian died in battle at Wutong Mountain, Xiao Qing left Qin Luo and hastily took over Guiyi Sect. The two never saw each other again after that.

This separation lasted twelve years.

Over the course of twelve years, the letters the two exchanged could be stacked as high as a person. Although they were thousands of miles apart, Qin Luo never felt the slightest bit of estrangement between them.

Since learning that Qin Luo was able to cultivate, Xiao Qing, who was already the head of a sect, was happier than anyone else. Looking back, Xiao Qing was not surprised at all that Qin Luo had achieved his current level of cultivation.

"Sorry."

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Qin Luo suddenly uttered these words.

Xiao Qing peeked out and looked at Qin Luo with a puzzled expression.

"Once my mother is rescued, I will marry you in a grand and glorious ceremony."

Xiao Qing immediately understood. If everything were as before, the two of them should have held their wedding immediately after the New Year.

"It’s just formalities." Xiao Qing buried her head in Qin Luo’s chest again and murmured, "It’s enough that you have me in your heart."

Although it was somewhat inappropriate, Qin Luo suddenly thought of Lin Shuying at this moment.

This female constable, well-versed in military strategy and negotiation, had been unstoppable since she led the disciples of Baiyun Palace down the mountain. They traveled south along the Milky Way, and their strength continued to grow. Now, Baiyun Palace had occupied the mountains surrounding Guiyi Sect, with nearly two hundred high-level cultivators waiting for Lin Shuying’s order.

Through the eyes and ears of the Si Ming Pavilion in the mortal realm, Lin Shuying sent a secret letter to Qin Luo.

The letter contained a very detailed record of the specific strengths of each faction. She planned to set off at the same time as Qin Luo to catch the Guiyi Sect, which was trapped in an encirclement, off guard.

The letter ended with the line: "I am well, please do not worry."

In just five words, endless tenderness was conveyed, and Qin Luo could understand Lin Shuying’s intense yet restrained longing.

One is the decisive and ruthless Lin Shuying, and the other is the gentle and virtuous Xiao Qing. Qin Luo felt that he would have no regrets even if he died if he could have two confidantes by his side in this life.

Xiao Qing, who was in his arms, seemed to understand him perfectly and asked, "I wonder how Sister Lin is doing now?"

Qin Luo didn’t speak, but rested his chin on Xiao Qing’s hair, greedily inhaling her delicate fragrance.

"In the battle outside the city, Da Niu seems to have completely absorbed the seventh-level cultivation."

After a long while, Qin Luo spoke slowly. As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt Xiao Qing’s delicate body tighten in his arms.

Of course she knew what Qin Luo meant, but every time she thought about giving her first time to Da Niu in front of her future husband, the indescribable emotions made her heart a mess.

"Then... when..." Xiao Qing murmured.

With a long sigh, Qin Luo looked at Xiao Qing apologetically and said, "There’s no time to lose."

A dazzling firework burst into bloom in the night sky, and the two of them looked up at it together.

This was the first time Qin Luo had ever spent the New Year outside of Xiuwen Mountain since childhood. In previous years, Nangong Muyun would always cut paper-cuts like women in the mortal world to decorate the cold and desolate Baiyun Palace.

With a soft sigh, Qin Luo unconsciously hugged Xiao Qing tighter in his arms.

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Guiyi Sect.

On Taiji Square, Bodhi and the other fifteen Venerables were drinking and making merry around a bonfire. Nangong Muyun also finally had some free time that day. Leaning against the stove in her room, she cut a cloud pattern out of red paper.

The old sword master disappeared a few days ago, which made Nangong Muyun a little worried. Through the few words of the Venerables, she now had a general understanding of the situation in the lower realm and knew that Lin Shuying had gathered troops in a radius of about three hundred miles.

If it were the old sword master...

Nangong Muyun was slightly taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that the arrogant Song Hongdao probably wouldn’t take those cultivators seriously.

Despite these thoughts, Nangong Muyun still felt that the old sword master’s sudden disappearance was somewhat strange. What worried her most was that the restrictions around Guiyi Sect also disappeared along with the old sword master.

"Boundary."

That was the rare magic treasure he used to trap dozens of high-level cultivators on Xuanhuo Peak. After Nangong Muyun went up the mountain, the old sword master set up the boundary around Guiyi Sect in order to cut off her contact with the outside world.

Nangong Muyun had heard Bodhi say that all cultivators in the lower realms could not escape the restrictions of this magic weapon.

The old sword master naturally looked down on Lin Shuying’s group, and he, who was eager for battle, would not restrict Qin Luo. So, who was he going down the mountain for this time?

Nangong Muyun was completely baffled, but one thing reassured her: through the shared destiny diagram on her chest, she could vaguely sense that Da Niu was constantly growing stronger.

Suddenly standing up, Nangong Muyun’s expression changed. In the blink of an eye, she seemed to have guessed where the old sword master had gone.

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