Perhaps worried that Qin Yu would notice her abnormality, Su Xihe stood up and walked out.

"Master, aren’t we continuing the medicated bath?"

Qin Yu’s voice came from behind her.

"That’s enough for today. In another two days, it will be your and Xiyue’s wedding. I’ll arrange for someone to teach you some etiquette."

By the time she finished speaking, Sect Leader’s figure had already disappeared without a trace.

It was only after returning to her own room and closing the door that Su Xihe finally let out a sigh of relief. Yet, the shock in her eyes hadn’t completely faded.

It was already terrifying enough.

Yet it could still grow further.

She couldn’t help but think of her younger sister, Su Xiyue, and her heart instantly tightened.

Her otherworldly, fairy-like sister—could she really bear it?!

Just imagining that scene sent chills down her spine.

Su Xihe for a moment didn’t know if agreeing to this marriage was good or bad.

Compared to all the matters of the Immortal Sect, she still cared more about her sister.

...

There were still two days left before the grand wedding, but inside and outside the Cyan Mountain Sect, the place was already festively decorated with vivid red color and lanterns.

All the major powers and guests from various domains had already arrived to offer congratulations.

Leng Feng, Lord of the Demon Sect, was probably the only Immortal Lord to attend in person.

Of course, his visit wasn’t purely to offer congratulations; mainly, he had come to check on his daughter’s situation.

In the past two months, he’d sent communication several times to inquire after Leng Ruyu, but every time received almost the same answer—her injuries remained unhealed. A stone weighed constantly in his heart, never letting him truly relax.

Soon.

Leng Ruyu, led by her maid, arrived at Leng Feng’s residence.

Though he didn’t yet know how her injuries were, the Cyan Mountain Sect was so aboveboard about it that he felt slightly reassured.

It seemed what he feared hadn’t happened.

This proved that he didn’t entirely trust the Cyan Mountain Sect either.

"Father."

Leng Ruyu seemed in fairly good condition—just a bit tired, and her aura was quite stable.

This showed she had already escaped the torment of the Black Qi.

"Let me have a look at your injuries..."

Leng Feng was about to reach for her wrist, but in the next moment, Leng Ruyu seemed startled and not only didn’t extend her hand but hid it behind her back.

He couldn’t help being taken aback.

"Father, my injuries are much better, just not completely cured yet..."

To prove she wasn’t lying, Leng Ruyu even circulated her Spiritual Qi, reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment.

"That’s good, that’s good."

Leng Feng was overjoyed to see she wasn’t forcing herself at all; her previously pale complexion...

Wait.

Maybe his old eyes were playing tricks, but his daughter not only lacked her previous sickly look, she even seemed even more...

Glossy and enchanting.

Why did it feel like she was one of those female cultivators in the Demon Sect entangled by love tribulations?!

"Yu’Er, come back to the Demon Sect with me this time. After all, Cyan Mountain isn’t a place for a long stay."

These past days, the one suffering most was likely this Demon Sect Lord.

With his daughter in another Immortal Sect—said to be healing, but in his eyes, little different from a hostage.

"Go back?"

Under his gaze, Leng Ruyu lowered her head, bashfully saying, "But if all the Black Qi hasn’t been removed, what if it flares up again..."

This was why she’d left some Black Qi lingering all along.

Leng Feng’s brow furrowed tightly.

Indeed, Black Qi could erode flesh and Spiritual Qi, strengthening itself. While now it was barely detectable, so long as it wasn’t entirely removed, it was a huge hidden danger.

"So how did Su Xiyue remove the Black Qi for you?"

Perhaps sensing she wouldn’t tell, Leng Feng tried both emotion and reason, "You know, Nether Bone is old now, still keeping watch on Hundred Sword Sect. If a conflict breaks out and he can’t deal with the Black Qi, won’t he be restrained everywhere?"

"Everything he’s done is to ease relations with Cyan Mountain Sect—and for your sake, too."

"This..."

Leng Ruyu’s expression turned a little unnatural.

This method—how was she supposed to explain it?

But she felt she was now the same as Su Xiyue and could face the Black Qi without fear.

However, the method couldn’t be passed on, much less to Old Nether Bone.

At the thought, Leng Ruyu couldn’t help shivering. That scene was simply unimaginable.

"Father, this is a secret of Cyan Mountain Sect. I swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao before Su Xiyue, so..."

Leng Ruyu was well aware of her father’s thoughts. If it weren’t for special reasons, even without Leng Feng asking, she would’ve said it long ago.

Only she who had experienced it personally could truly understand the terror of the Black Qi and Qin Yu’s uniqueness.

Exactly because of this.

Even if not for the Heavenly Dao oath, she wouldn’t reveal Qin Yu’s secret now anyway.

Though she always talked tough before Qin Yu, in truth, she had already admitted... Qin Yu was her man!

"Swore to the Heavenly Dao?"

Leng Feng was momentarily stunned, staring at her in astonishment—not shocked at the oath itself, but with a deep...

Utter confusion.

"You only have a Top Grade Spirit Bone. Even if you were lucky enough to reach the Lotus Platform, without comprehending Heaven and Earth Dao Rhyme, the Heavenly Dao oath wouldn’t bind you..."

What is the Heavenly Dao? Perhaps not many cultivators in this world could truly answer.

But what Leng Feng said was true.

Perhaps, for cultivators below the Lotus Platform, they didn’t even qualify to be noticed by the Heavenly Dao.

"..."

Back then, that’s exactly what Leng Ruyu had thought. When Su Xiyue had her swear that oath, she found it ridiculous.

But now she understood.

Once her Root Bone was improved, breaking through to the Lotus Platform was just a matter of time.

Seeing she didn’t wish to speak, Leng Feng didn’t press. Forcing it could cause psychological knots, hindering her future cultivation.

His expression somewhat desolate, he shook his head, helplessly saying, "Fine. In that case, you can stay in Cyan Mountain Sect. When the hidden danger is gone, Father will come for you."

"Sorry to make you worry, Father." Leng Ruyu felt truly sorry inside.

"Silly girl."

Leng Feng smiled faintly, "Come, I’ll escort you back—and also, thank Fairy Xiyue properly!"

Back when he saved Su Xiyue, it was intentional, but since she paid such a great price to heal Leng Ruyu, he really ought to show his gratitude.

Ascending the main peak.

Leng Feng immediately sensed several powerful auras focusing on him, but he carried himself openly. Those in hiding merely kept their surveillance.

Just then, Qin Yu walked out from the Saintess Cave Mansion, catching sight at once of this former number one powerhouse in the Yunlan Domain.

"Qin Yu greets Demon Sect Leader Leng."

He’d felt a bit guilty, originally wanting to avoid him, but after some thought, stepped forward and saluted.

After all, this Demon Sect Lord technically counted as his father-in-law, so he naturally couldn’t be disrespectful.

Granted, matters could be hidden for now, but not forever. Sooner or later, Leng Feng would have to know.

Otherwise, Leng Ruyu’s Romantic Point might never reach perfection.

Hearing his voice, Leng Feng resumed his ruler’s bearing, looking at Qin Yu with a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Hmm.

How long had it been? And he’d already reached mid-Foundation Establishment?!

What a pity.

He’d actually considered getting closer, but still, Cyan Mountain snagged him first.

Truly ruthless!

They could even bear to give up their own Saintess.