Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 2127: 570: Storm Approaches, Even a Strong Woman Fears a Persistent Man! (part 3)

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Previously on Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family...
Xiao Xiyue arrives at Bi Lake Mountain and meets with Lu Miaoge, bringing Chu Qingyi and a young child named Shouzheng. Lu Miaoge is surprised by the child, whom she suspects is Lu Changsheng's son with Chu Qingyi. Xiao Xiyue explains that Shouzheng's identity is one reason for her visit, the other being the escalating Liangyue War. Heavenly Sword Sect plans to seek aid from Great Dream Immortal City, now led by Lu Changsheng in his absence, potentially causing conflict if he is unavailable.

When Lu Wangshu was brought up in conversation, a tender look surfaced in Lu Miaoge’s eyes, which were as gentle as flowing water.

Having been raised by Lu Miaoge herself, Lu Wangshu shared a bond with her akin to that of a mother and daughter.

It was this very connection that fostered a close relationship with Xiao Xiyue.

"Dreaming Immortal City... In that case, I shall make a trip to Dreaming Immortal City later. Miaoge, is there anything you wish to send along?"

Xiao Xiyue, having resided in Yue Country for numerous years, felt a deep longing for her daughter and was poised to travel directly to Dreaming Immortal City to reunite with her.

"When you encounter Zi Xiao, you may inform her of the Liangyue War..."

After a period of discussion and planning, the two women turned their attention to Chu Qingyi, who stood nearby, offering words of care and concern for her and Lu Shouzheng.

In contrast to Xiao Xiyue, Lu Miaoge navigated such matters with far greater finesse, her demeanor as serene as a calm stream, allowing Chu Qingyi to perceive her genuine warmth and goodwill.

This interaction left Lu Miaoge quite taken aback, as she had not anticipated that this Qingyi True Man would possess such a... gentle and graceful disposition.

After all, contrary to prevailing rumors, this Qingyi True Man was expected to be a cool and detached Sword Immortal, harboring a haughty and frosty demeanor.

"Qingyi True Man, while Shouzheng is still young, Lu Changsheng has researched certain elixirs and medicinal baths to aid in early foundational building. Should you have no other engagements, you are welcome to stay for a few days. I shall also arrange for someone to prepare these for Shouzheng."

Despite Chu Qingyi being a Nascent Soul Cultivator and possessing ample resources for such foundational development.

She typically lacked extensive knowledge in this specific area, whereas the Bi Lake Mountain childcare facility offered comprehensive guidance.

Upon hearing Lu Miaoge’s proposition, Chu Qingyi offered a nod of agreement.

Subsequently, Lu Miaoge accompanied Chu Qingyi on a tour of Bi Lake Mountain, providing her with an overview of the surroundings.

...

Dreaming Immortal City.

City Lord’s Residence.

Lu Lingxiao, clad in an imposing black and red robe adorned with golden embroidery, sat cross-legged at the Array Core of the Celestial City Formation, his entire being seemingly melded with the grand formation.

Within his golden irises, twin streams of draconic Qi surged and swirled as he studied the Third Rank Formation. Concurrently, he employed the Son of Heaven's Qi Observation Technique to meticulously trace the operational patterns of this formidable forbidden formation.

This practice not only facilitated his comprehension of the Third Rank Forbidden Formation but also enhanced his capacity to harmonize with and effectively command the Celestial City Formation.

In the event of an enemy incursion, his role as an Array Master and the Young City Lord would enable him to further integrate with the formation, thereby amplifying his combat prowess.

...

Dreaming Immortal City, Heavenly Talisman Hall, third floor.

A woman of exquisite beauty, dressed in a graceful pink and white gown, occupied a seat at a talisman crafting desk fashioned from calming and meditative Nanmu wood. In her slender fingers, she held an intricate talisman brush, her focus intent on sketching.

Her wrist moved with practiced agility, guiding the brush across the Third Rank Talisman Paper, weaving elaborate and delicate designs, her strokes varying from the lightest touch to firm, decisive lines.

After a considerable duration, observing the surge of spiritual energy emanating from the talisman paper before her, the woman exhaled a long sigh, a subtle trace of fatigue gracing her brow and eyes.

"When will Father return..."

Lu Wangshu, her gaze fixed upon the completed Third Rank Lower Grade Talisman, appeared crestfallen. She rested her delicate chin upon the pale golden Nanmu desk, her pink lips downturned in a slight pout. Her feet, clad in embroidered shoes embellished with delicate pink jade butterfly patterns, idly kicked beneath her skirt as she voiced her complaint.

Ever since Lu Changsheng's departure, she had been shouldering the responsibility of managing the largest establishment of the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family.

Although she possessed the skill of a Third-rank Talisman Master capable of producing Third Rank Middle Grade Talismans, the process significantly drained her spiritual essence and vitality.

Were it not for the three Fourth Rank Talismans bestowed upon her by Lu Changsheng, she shuddered to think how many more years it would have taken to reach the Foundation Establishment Peak.

Taking a moment to recuperate, Lu Wangshu resolved that upon her father’s return, she would insist on substantial compensation. Renewing her focus, she lit a stick of Concentration Incense, expertly maneuvering the talisman brush within her slender fingers, preparing herself to continue her crafting.

...

The Land of Eternal Night.

Lu Changsheng, accompanied by Qian Zhuyan, the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, and Yun Wanshang, ventured into a perilous mountain range within the Land of Eternal Night.

Much like the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range and the Great Dream Marsh, areas of greater danger invariably harbored more valuable spiritual treasures.

It was precisely the presence of Qian Zhuyan, the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, and Yun Wanshang that emboldened him to explore such treacherous territories.

Under normal circumstances, Yun Wanshang would hesitate to venture alone into such hazardous, forbidden mountain ranges.

"Woo-woo-woo—"

Despite the impressive combat capabilities of Lu Changsheng, Qian Zhuyan, and the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, the forbidden mountains teemed with numerous formidable mutated beasts.

Even with their might, a complete sweep was impossible; strategic retreats became necessary at times.

"True Man, it is indeed fortunate that we encountered you. Navigating this perilous place alone would have been a true ordeal."

After a concerted effort to take down a mutated creature, Lu Changsheng and Yun Wanshang, accompanied by the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng, settled down nearby, catching their breath. Lu Changsheng spoke with a smile.

"..."

Yun Wanshang cast a cool glance at Lu Changsheng, her gaze lowered pensively, offering no verbal response.

Ever since their arrival in Qingyun City, she had observed Lu Changsheng's demeanor subtly shifting towards a more ambiguous tone, his words often laced with playful teasing and veiled inquiries.

While she had consistently feigned ignorance, the recent excursion had prompted Lu Changsheng to become noticeably more direct.

"True Man, how have you managed these past years in solitude?"

Unperturbed by Yun Wanshang's reserved reaction, Lu Changsheng persisted.

After all, a persistent suitor might eventually win over a resolute heart, and with dedication to refining cultivation techniques, anything seemed attainable.

Moreover, their shared history meant that rekindling past affections was merely a matter of time and effort.

Not far off, Qian Zhuyan watched his master, his eyes burning with an eerie glow, feeling utterly disregarded by Lu Changsheng.

In truth, he felt less like a person and more like an afterthought.

The man was brazenly flirting with Yun Wanshang right before him.

Were they in the outside world, Lu Changsheng would undoubtedly have perceived Qian Zhuyan's disturbed expression.

However, within the Land of Eternal Night, his Qi, mana, and divine sense were suppressed, leaving him unable to detect the simmering resentment and complex emotions emanating from the soul fire within Qian Zhuyan's eye sockets.

"Crunch, crunch!"

Qian Zhuyan casually popped a jade-green soul crystal into his mouth, its hardness comparable to spiritual treasures, and began to chew and refine it.

Lu Changsheng's venture into the forbidden mountain range wasn't solely for the acquisition of spiritual goods; it also served the purpose of assisting Qian Zhuyan in hunting monstrous beings to procure these soul crystals.

These crystals were imbued with incredibly pure Yin Soul Power, directly beneficial for the advancement of Qian Zhuyan's Puppet Spirit Soul. With a sufficient quantity, his Puppet Spirit might even stand a chance of achieving the Fourth Rank!

"I simply got by, as usual."

Yun Wanshang softly replied, her eyes closed as if in rest, her voice carrying a faint weariness that Lu Changsheng couldn't entirely overlook.

"Facing this unending darkness, with no knowledge of when it will cease, True Man, do you not find it a torment?"

Lu Changsheng gazed upon Yun Wanshang's exquisitely delicate features, his voice retaining a gentle, magnetic quality, his handsome visage possessing an allure that defied easy description.

In this manner, their days unfolded, a cycle of searching for spiritual treasures, battling ferocious beasts and terrifying entities, and engaging in conversation amidst these desolate mountains.

Though Lu Changsheng's constant chatter might have initially felt like a nuisance to Yun Wanshang,

his observation held a kernel of truth: existing in this perpetual twilight, uncertain of an escape, was indeed a profound form of torture.

Now, even without a clear end in sight, having a familiar companion brought a semblance of vibrancy to her otherwise bleak existence.