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Li Xiaonan and his companions returned to Qingyu City, where friends and family gathered joyfully.
Whether it was the death of Li Yanrong or the departure of Yun Xinghe, the gloom that had weighed heavily on Li Xiaonan's heart gradually faded away.
"Mother," he said with a smile, gazing at the gentle and radiant woman before him.
Mei Yingluo had already reached the Late Stage of Tribulation in her cultivation. It was estimated that in ten years, she would be able to ascend to immortality.
Compared to Su Mei on Earth, Li Xiaonan preferred to recognize Mei Yingluo as his true mother.
"Silly child. What brings you down to the mortal realm?"
Li Xiaonan chuckled, "Hehe, Mother. I want to get married... You and Father-in-law are both here, so I brought my wives down with me."
"It's time to give these girls a proper title," Mei Yingluo said with a smile as she looked at the women behind Li Xiaonan, each one a remarkable talent. As a future mother-in-law, how could she not be pleased?
"Master, leave this matter to me. I promise to handle it splendidly," Qing Yu Year volunteered eagerly.
Li Xiaonan glanced at him. With a cultivation level at the Late Stage of Spirit Separation, his foundation was quite stable.
He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad, kid."
Suddenly, Qing Yu Year made a pitiful face and lamented, "Alas... Master, I’m so unfortunate... You have no idea..."
As he began to speak, he rambled on endlessly, reminiscent of Tang Seng reciting the tight-fitting curse that seemed impossible to stop.
Spirit Weapon shook its head and cast a sound-blocking spell over Qing Yu Year’s head, turning his monologue into a silent performance.
He said, "This kid is good at everything, but he talks too much. I don't know where he gets all those words."
"Father-in-law," Li Xiaonan exclaimed joyfully as he looked at the newcomer.
The Spirit Weapon nodded and heavily patted his shoulder, saying, "I heard from the Spirit Girl that you did well. You actually took care of that Azure Emperor fellow. Your Mother of the Mountain would surely be pleased with you."
Li Xiaonan wanted to mention the Yellow Emperor, but thinking about the upcoming wedding, he realized nothing was more important than getting married and swallowed the words back down.
"Xiao Nan, you're getting married. You can't forget about Yanrong and Fei'er. Those two girls," Mei Yingluo asked with a smile.
Li Xiaonan's expression suddenly stiffened, and the wound in his heart that had just begun to heal started bleeding again. He lowered his head and said, "Mother... Sister... she..."
Ling Kui gently held his hand and informed everyone about Li Yanrong's situation.
"Alas... that girl has too little fortune. Xiao Nan, what's past is past. Cherish the people in front of you," Mei Yingluo said earnestly.
Li Xiaonan nodded, forcing a faint smile at the corner of his mouth while tightening his grip on the cold, delicate hand in his palm, his gaze shifting to the women beside him.
He said, "Mother, I plan to go pick up Fei'er tomorrow. I'll also bring back Xian'er's master and Lu Ni Chang's father. Sigh... if my master sees me getting married, he would be very happy. It's a pity I still haven't heard from him. Where is Master's Wife? I haven't seen her."
"Your Master's Wife is in seclusion and will soon transcend tribulation. Xiao Nan, there's someone from the Outer Academy you should invite," Mei Yingluo reminded him. "Without the Outer Academy, there wouldn't be you today."
Li Xiaonan was taken aback. Indeed, there was also a nominal adoptive father from the Outer Academy, Duan Yu. Although there were some unresolved feelings, that was something from many years ago.
He nodded and said, "Once I bring Fei Ji back, I'll personally visit the Outer Academy."
As Li Xiaonan pondered whom else to invite for this joyous occasion, a charming figure dashed in and directly collided into his arms.
He looked down in surprise to find a pair of sparkling big eyes blinking up at him.
Li Xiaonan's first reaction was that this girl was truly beautiful. He wondered which family’s daughter had grown up so charmingly.
Yun Moyu smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. That's the eighth one."
Li Xiaobei tugged at Li Xiaonan's sleeve and turned to smile, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm Xiao Bei!"
As she spoke, she looked at Li Xiaonan with a grin, nuzzling against him in his embrace. "Daddy, you wouldn’t forget about Xiao Bei again, would you?"
Li Xiaonan's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he felt a surge of joy in his heart. So she was his daughter; no wonder she was so pretty.
He trembled as he reached out a hand to gently touch Li Xiaobei's cheek.
Li Xiaobei enjoyed it immensely, sweetly pulling his hand closer as she snuggled against him.
Li Xiaonan chuckled foolishly, "My Xiao Bei has grown up so much. Did you all see? This beautiful girl is my daughter."
Yun Moyu rolled her eyes at him and said, "Yes, yes, your daughter. Without Nana, I wonder how you would manage on your own."
Li Xiaonan scratched his head awkwardly and asked, "Xiao Bei, where's your brother?"
Li Xiaobei's face flushed as she replied, "Dog Egg has ascended. Didn't Daddy see him?"
Li Xiaonan was taken aback. "Maybe I missed him..."
"Boss! Boss! Little Monk is dead!" An Quan Tao rushed in with his clothes flapping wildly.
Little Monk? Wasn’t that Qing An? How could he be dead?
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly and said, "Tao, have you not seen me for a long time and decided to mess with me? Be clear—did something happen to Qing An?"
An Quan Tao's head felt like it was being pounded, and he said, "Yes, yes. I was just about to tell him you were back. Who knew he would stop breathing."
Li Xiaonan scanned the area with his spiritual sense and instantly teleported into Qing An's room.
The room was very clean, devoid of any furniture, except for an old cushion.
On the cushion sat a man with long hair that reached his waist. His slightly long bangs obscured his face.
Li Xiaonan crouched down slightly and reached out to check Qing An's breath. Just as An Quan Tao had said, he had indeed stopped breathing.
Frowning, he said, "I'm getting married, and you just had to die. Come on, could you be any more dramatic, Qing An? Qing An!"
Li Xiaonan placed a hand on Qing An's shoulder, and the latter tilted over, collapsing directly into his arms.
Li Xiaonan instinctively supported his shoulder and noticed that he had turned his head to the side, his long hair cascading down and revealing a delicate yet handsome profile.
Li Xiaonan focused on Qing An's body. Buddha's Vital Energy faintly flowed within him; clearly, he was still alive and not dead.
What was going on? Was he holding his breath?
Just as Li Xiaonan was pondering this, Qing An in his arms furrowed his brows slightly and opened his eyes.
He looked at Li Xiaonan in confusion and smiled, saying, "Am I being controlled by my Inner Demon again? Why am I dreaming of you again?"
Li Xiaonan felt a headache coming on and coldly replied, "Stop talking nonsense. Get up. I don't have time to mess around with you."
With that, he helped Qing An sit up.
Qing An rubbed his eyes; his pale complexion had a hint of redness. He said, "It really is you. You've come down again."
"Well, I'm coming down to get married. By the way, let's see how your Buddhism practice is going."
"Almost there. I should be reaching Nirvana soon. If it weren't for you shouting in my ear just now, I might have already stepped into the Buddhist Realm."
Li Xiaonan said irritably, "Come on. You blame me? Who knows if you're reaching Nirvana or just stuck? Anyway, if you're going to reach Nirvana, wait a couple of days. I'm getting married, so attend my wedding before you ascend."
Qing An smiled slightly and replied, "I'll do my best. I've been feeling quite tired lately. In my dreams, I can vaguely sense the existence of the Buddhist Realm. It seems my time is running out."
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly and glanced at An Quan Tao, who had just rushed in.
The latter was taken aback and said, "Oh, Little Monk sees the boss is back. It's a flashback."
"Damn it, you troublemaker." Li Xiaonan didn't know where his sudden anger came from and started to beat up An Quan Tao, who cried out in pain.
Qing An shook his head with a smile and closed his eyes again, losing consciousness.
An Quan Tao covered his head and hurriedly said, "Boss, stop hitting him. Little Monk is out again."
"Out my foot." Li Xiaonan glanced at Qing An and released An Quan Tao. "He's in a critical stage of cultivation. Don't disturb him."
An Quan Tao pouted and silently watched Li Xiaonan's departing figure before closing the door.
He felt gloomy inside: We're all underlings here. Why is it always me who gets beaten up for nothing... It's unfair. Although I enjoy getting beaten up, it shouldn't be just me all the time.
The evening breeze rose, and the colorful lights in Qingyu City swayed gently with the red silk. The soft glow reminded Li Xiaonan of the bustling neon lights back on Earth.
I wonder how my big brother and Scheming are doing now... And Chen Mo... I wonder if that girl will realize that the Li Xiaonan beside her isn't me...
Sigh... What am I even thinking about?
He shook his head, casting aside those chaotic thoughts, and teleported with Yuan Xian'er and Lu Nishang to Flower-Fruit Mountain.
The Water Curtain Cave was empty. A thick layer of dust covered the stone table and benches, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.
Yuan Xian'er's expression was somewhat forlorn. Li Xiaonan immediately comforted her, saying, "Your master might be wandering the world. Let's come back to check after we return from the Demon Realm. He might be back by then."
Yuan Xian'er pressed her lips together lightly and replied with a sense of resignation, "It's probably best not to. Master is used to the wild; he doesn't like crowds and avoids trouble. Even if he were here, he might not attend our grand wedding."
Li Xiaonan patted her hand and waved her right hand. A chilling Ghostly Aura erupted from her palm, tearing open a rift in the space before them.
The three of them flew into the Underworld through the crack.
A chilling wind blew as a disorganized army approached Li Xiaonan and her companions amidst the Flying Sand and Running Stones.
Li Xiaonan sniffed the air, detecting a faint smell of blood that made her feel uneasy.
"Who goes there?" The leader of the army shouted through the haze filled with PM2.5.
Lu Nishang furrowed her brow, tapping her pouted lips with her index finger. Suddenly, she shouted, "Ah! Little Seven! It's me!"
The leader of the army was none other than the one-eyed dragon, Seven Nether Serpent. His black armor looked tattered and he appeared quite disheveled, as if he had just endured a fierce battle.
Seven Nether Serpent glared with his single eye and said, "Miss, you’re back! That's great! The Demon Emperor is injured. You must go see him quickly."
"What?" Li Xiaonan and Lu Nishang exclaimed in unison.
The Demon Emperor was part of the Carefree Dual Cultivation Group! The real Carefree Dual Cultivation Group! Much more reliable than the big shots in the Immortal Realm. How could he possibly be injured?
What kind of existence could inflict harm upon him?
Li Xiaonan's heart raced violently, as if something significant was about to happen. She couldn't help but feel increasingly anxious.
"This is a long story. The Demon Emperor..." The Seven Nether Serpent blinked its single eye, struggling to squeeze out a couple of tears.
Li Xiaonan immediately interrupted, "If it's a long story, then don't tell it. Just take us there directly."
The Seven Nether Serpent was taken aback, looking up at Li Xiaonan in surprise. "Why is it you again?"
"Damn it. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll poke out your other eye too."
"Little Seven, hurry and take us to see Father. Brother Xiaonan is my husband and will be the son-in-law of the Underworld from now on. Mind your words."
As the saying goes, fortunes shift like the wind. Back then, Lu Nishang had fought with Li Xiaonan over this ugly Seven Nether Serpent, but now her heart was completely devoted to Li Xiaonan.
The Seven Nether Serpent pursed its lips, looking constipated. It turned to the Ghost Soldiers behind him and said, "You all continue your patrol."
With that, he spread his hands and summoned a black flag. A chilling Ghostly Aura enveloped Li Xiaonan and the others.
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