From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

On the pathway leading to Guanshan Pavilion, there currently stood several women clad in Silver Armor, and in front of them, in the pavilion, was a woman holding a baby and crying.

The woman was wearing thin clothes, and she was already quite thin. Clad in such flimsy attire, her body shivered slightly as she cried, making her look like a frail woman suffering from a serious illness.

Fang Ren didn\'t linger; he ran at full speed toward the pavilion, and his figure swept past the vision of the female soldiers like a streak of light.

"Who is that! Catch them—"

"How dare they break in here—"

By the time the female soldiers reacted, his figure had already reached the inside of the pavilion.

The soldiers were about to take action, but the moment they saw the face of that figure, the weapons in their hands slowly lowered, and the True Qi surging within them dissipated as well.

"Is this... a miracle?"

The soldiers were slightly startled and stood frozen in place for a moment, quietly observing the pavilion.

Fang Ren was standing right beside her, but it seemed as if she hadn\'t noticed his arrival. Perhaps it was because she was crying too hard, or maybe Fang Ren had reached a Realm beyond her perception.

The air inside the pavilion was somewhat damp, a result of tears mixing with it.

The pavilion was quite high, and just moments ago, a morning breeze had swept through, causing her hair to flit about. Yet, in the instant he entered the pavilion, it all came to rest on her fragrant shoulders.

The infant in her arms was sleeping soundly, seemingly unaffected by his mother\'s sorrow.

When the mother\'s hair fell on her tender face, in her sleep, she stretched out her tiny hand and patted her own little face, as if she were waving to her father nearby.

With the morning breeze gone, the only sound left inside the pavilion was Mu Huanqing\'s choking sobs.

She looked haggard, with a slightly red nose, and the skin on her cheeks bore marks of being soaked by tears.

Her eyes kept shedding tears, wetting her long eyelashes, and each tear rolled down her cheeks to the tip of her chin, finally dropping onto the infant\'s swaddling clothes.

Her once slender and fair fingers were now covered with scars left from the battlefield, and even her fingernails, which should have been pink, showed numerous cracks. Around the arm that held the baby, a white bandage was wrapped...

Many of her wounds still hadn\'t been properly treated.

Looking at the dear one before him, Fang Ren\'s eyes reddened.

He blinked, trying to suppress his emotions.

He couldn\'t help wanting to embrace her directly, but would that scare her too much?

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Fang Ren controlled his voice.

"Um... Sister, stop crying, please."

Initially, that was how he addressed her—as Sister.

He thought he could control it well, but when he spoke, his voice came out a bit hoarse, sounding like an old man.

His voice had sounded, but Mu Huanqing gave no reaction. It was as if she had lost all perception of her surroundings, deaf to any sound.

"Sister Hui Qing?"

She just continued to cry.

"Qing\'er?"

Still crying.

"Wife?"

The crying hadn\'t stopped.

Fang Ren didn\'t call out to her anymore and instead, reached out his hand and gently placed it on her fragile shoulder, hoping to bring her back to reality.

But who could have known that the moment his hand touched Mu Huanqing?

Hum——

Mu Huanqing, who had been crying, suddenly turned around, and a streak of cold light suddenly slashed towards him.

But he didn\'t dodge or let go, simply placing his hand on her shoulder.

As expected, the silver light turned into a long spear, resting at the edge of his neck but never slashing down.

As Mu Huanqing turned around, their eyes met. Fang Ren looked somewhat bewildered, while Mu Huanqing\'s expression was extremely cold.

Seeing Mu Huanqing\'s haggard face, Fang Ren\'s eyes reddened even more. His own wife actually wanted to kill him!

For a moment, the two of them stood still in silence.

Mu Huanqing held the child with one arm and pointed the long spear at his neck with the other, while Fang Ren slightly tilted his head up, one hand resting on her shoulder.

When Fang Ren\'s face reflected in Mu Huanqing\'s hollow pupils, it was like the scorching sun of the ninth heaven exploding into her gloomy world.

First, a sliver of dawn appeared in her eyes, and then, like a fire sinking into the deep sea.

What should have been extinguished, at that moment, burned up the great sea, soaring towards the universe, illuminating countless stars.

Her eyes saw mountains as mountains, waters as water, but only when she saw the one in her heart did the sea of clouds surge tumultuously.

"Ah Ran…"

Her tears suddenly stopped, and she stood there stunned, like a fool.

"Plotting to murder your own husband?" Fang Ren blurted out instinctively.

Mu Huanqing still stood there in a daze, her mind filled with countless conjectures—was she dreaming? Hallucinations? Overwhelming longing? Or could it be that she, too, was already dead…

Seeing that Mu Huanqing still didn\'t lower the spear, Fang Ren pressed his neck against the tip of the spear, "I\'ll help you kill."

"No!!"

Before he could move, she was like a mortal watching her own world face destruction.

With all her strength, she cast aside the weapon in her hand. The tears that had stopped poured out again, her haggard cheeks like a crying child\'s.

"Ah Ran!"

Mu Huanqing threw herself into his embrace, weeping unrestrainedly, heedless of appearances.

"Hey! The child! Watch the child!"

Fang Ren was startled when she suddenly flung herself at him; she nearly squeezed the child.

Thankfully, Mu Huanqing still instinctively protected her child with her True Qi in the end.

After all, she was a mother, and a mother\'s instinct was to protect her child.

Fang Ren was relieved to see she still had that awareness and also thankful that he hadn\'t directly embraced her earlier; otherwise, she might have truly reacted reflexively and chopped him.

After all, in Mu Huanqing\'s eyes just moments ago, Fang Ren shouldn\'t have existed in this world, and had he suddenly hugged her, she would definitely have the resolve to kill.

"Ah Ran! Wuu!!!"

Feeling that she was holding a real person, Mu Huanqing\'s cry became even more miserable.

Listening to her crying, the tears Fang Ren had been holding back burst forth like a floodgate, and he hugged her tightly.

"You still know it\'s me!?"

"Wuu wuu wuu!"

She nodded her head while crying.

"Aren\'t you trying to murder your own husband? Continue! Grown some guts, have you?!"

"Whoo!"

She cried while shaking her head again.

Fang Ren, with tears streaming down his face, yelled, "Do you know what I gave up for you and your mother! Damn it, the Divine Throne!"

He also gave up a year of his life, but Fang Ren was too embarrassed to mention it.

Mu Huanqing didn\'t understand what he was talking about; she just kept nodding her head and crying.

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But who would have known that just when he stopped talking, Mu Huanqing punched him in the chest with some force.

"Idiot! Dunce!"

She suddenly started hitting and cursing him at the same time.

"Do you not want me anymore? Moron! Fool!"

"I..."

"Who told you to go and die! Who asked you to do that!"

"That was..."

Before Fang Ren could finish his sentence, he felt pain in his shoulder; looking down, he saw she had actually bitten him.

"Hey..."

Although Fang Ren\'s body was somewhat numb to pain, he could still feel that she was biting with quite some force.

It was as if she had held back her frustration for a very long time and finally vented it out in this way.

After a while, Mu Huanqing let go and yelled at him with a face full of anger and frustration, "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

It turned out that she bit him to make him remember not to go off and die again.

"I remember now, Sister."

Fang Ren affectionately tousled her silver hair.

"Don\'t call me \'Sister\'!"

"Wife?"

"Call me Qing\'er!"

"Alright, Qing\'er."

"Does it hurt?"

She looked at the bite marks she left on Fang Ren\'s shoulder and found herself feeling sorry again.

"It doesn\'t hurt."

"Good if it doesn\'t hurt..."

After releasing her anger, Mu Huanqing snuggled up to him like a little girl, her voice becoming gentle.

"Done with your tantrum?" Fang Ren asked.

"Yeah."

"Now it\'s my turn to be angry."

Slap!

As soon as Fang Ren finished speaking, he slapped her on the lower waist.

Of course, he did not dare to use force; it was just a symbolic slap.

"What are you doing..."

"Dare to ask? You just tried to murder your own husband!"

Another slap.

"That\'s not..."

"Not admitting it!?"

"I was wrong..."

...

After several slaps, his petty anger dissipated, leaving only deep tenderness.

"It\'s no use admitting your mistake now, I\'ll deal with it... tonight"

Just as Fang Ren was about to say those words, he noticed a few female soldiers not far from the pavilion, staring at this scene with dumbfounded looks, their jaws practically dropping to the ground at the sight before them.

It turned out that the supreme Madame Xuan... also had such a tender, wifely side...

Fang Ren\'s face instantly turned red.

And when Mu Huanqing heard his voice stop abruptly, she too turned her gaze toward the outside of the pavilion.

The next moment, her face was so hot it seemed to dry her tears.

The joy of their reunion and the frustrations within her heart had made her completely forget about her subordinates outside the pavilion.

When the female soldiers outside saw the two of them turn around, they hurriedly ran off.

"Madame Xuan! It\'s not our fault! The Ninth District Chief made us stand guard!"

"That\'s right! I didn\'t see anything!"

"We absolutely won\'t be guarding your door tonight!"

"That! That! If the child needs someone to take care of it tonight! I\'ll notify the Ninth District Chief for you!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The few of them fled as if they had just seen a Hundred-step Void Beast, running for their lives.

"That... shouldn\'t be a problem, right?"

Fang Ren asked dully.

"It\'s all your fault!"

Mu Huanqing, infuriated, punched him again; she simply could not face her subordinates again.

Fang Ren chuckled, "If it really comes to it, we\'ll just have to nip the problem in the bud."

"Stop it! They are all my dear sisters!"

Inside the pavilion, the two of them held the child and spent a long, tender moment together.

"How did Ah Ran survive at that time?" Mu Huanqing asked.

"Actually, he was already dead, but Qianye had previously given me a Rebirth Fruit and so brought me back to life."

"Qianye, huh... It seems like it can do anything."

Mu Huanqing couldn\'t help but recall the scene of the colossal tree slaughtering countless Void Beast Groups in the sea and the miraculous power that had repaired her meridians back then.

No matter how she thought about it, Qianye didn\'t seem like it should exist in this world.