<h4>Chapter 1269: Chapter 1282</h4>


    Yesterday’s Chapter 1281 was identally posted wrong; it was a previous Chapter. I sincerely apologize for this. The content has been modified, and you can refresh to see the new one.


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    Chu Ge looked at Jian Chunqiu in confusion, not understanding what he meant by that sentence.


    "Actually, it’s simple because you are starting to have feelings now."


    Jian Chunqiu said, sighing lightly, "A person living in this world doesn’t only cultivate, but also experiences theplexities of life: sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Only by going through these can it be called living."


    Listening to Jian Chunqiu, Chu Ge fell silent. In fact, how could he not know the meaning of these words? He understood that if one only focused on doing one thing and ignored other aspects of life, their life would definitely be dull.


    As for Chu Ge, the first half of his life—no, in his first twenty years—there seemed to be only one thing to do, and that was cultivation.


    "Uncle Jian, you’re here to see me, not just to talk about this, right?"


    Jian Chunqiu smiled, "Come on, let’s go to Tushan."


    "Tushan?"


    Chu Ge looked at Jian Chunqiu in confusion, "What are we going to Tushan for?"


    "Previously, the Demon Sword was inserted into the Spirit Vein at Tushan, and we all thought the sword’s Magic Power would corrode the Spirit Vein, making it impure. But we were all wrong. The Spirit Vein has a strong self-repair function, and after all this time, I think the Spirit Vein has regained its purity."


    "So, we’re going now to..."


    "Help you enhance your martial arts. If you only rely on the Crystal Jade for cultivation, it definitely won’t work. The Red Crystal Jade cannot be absorbed in the short term, so now we can only use more Spiritual Energy to help you absorb it."


    Jian Chunqiu said, "This way, your body can reach a saturated state, and when youpletely break through the bottleneck, you can absorb the Red Crystal Jade."


    Upon hearing this, Chu Ge stood up immediately, "What are we waiting for? Let’s go quickly."


    Jian Chunqiu shook his head gently, "Wait, we need to wait for another person."


    Chu Ge, puzzled, asked, "Who?"


    "Lin Dong." Jian Chunqiuughed, "Such a good opportunity, I can’t forget my apprentice, can I? How about it, boss, do you approve the leave?"


    Chu Ge looked at Jian Chunqiu dismayed, sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "Approved, approved, let’s take him and leave now."


    When ites to improving his martial arts, Chu Ge is always so enthusiastic.


    Jian Chunqiu sighed lightly and said, "I hope you’ll be as enthusiastic about emotional matters someday."


    Chu Ge touched his nose, "When the time is right, I’ll understand."


    Jian Chunqiu shook his head helplessly, "Oh, you."


    Meanwhile, in Shanghai.


    Mu Bingtong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought. Last night, she had a strange dream, a dream in which she felt so real, so vivid, making her feel as if it really happened to her.


    But she knew clearly in her heart that it wasn’t.


    In her dream, she got married. In a low-key luxurious mansion, world-famous paintings and big red wedding decorations in the dim moonlight added some warmth and liveliness to the cold and solitary mansion.


    In the dreamy princess room, withce curtains,ce-trimmed bedding and sheets, a pile of various dolls in one corner of the room, even the walls painted her favorite pink and pasted with Hello Kitty stickers, any girl who saw it would feel their inner girl’s heart stirred.


    Xia Yunxi, lying on the bed, gently stroked a family photo of five with her fingers. In the photo, the two identical-looking girls were beaming, hugging each other warmly.


    When her fingertips traced the face of one of the girls, Xia Yunxi’s bright, clear eyes shed with a touch of sadness, her lips curling into a bit of a bitter smile.


    A small red notebook quietlyy on the bedside table, carefully put away by her. Today, she had be a wife, and he was just a wall away.


    After a simple wash, she found the sexy nightwear she had specially prepared from her suitcase, put it on, and looked in the mirror for a long time. Hmm... not bad, except for a bit of a small chest, thick waist, and legs... Xia Yunxi couldn’t bear to look anymore.


    A sense of powerless frustration rose within her. Xia Yunxi swore she had been working hard to lose weight.


    Feeling uneasy, she came to Ling Muye’s room and knocked lightly, but there was no response.


    Could he have gone to sleep?


    Xia Yunxi twisted the doorknob, and with a click, she found the room light was on. She felt a bit puzzled; it was sote, where could he have gone?


    Suddenly, a noise came from the room down the hall.


    Curious, Xia Yunxi walked over, and through the slightly ajar door, a beam of light shone on her feet.


    The room’s decoration fit the asion perfectly. The walls were stuck withrge red wedding symbols, and rose petals scattered over the red bedspread; it turned out this was their wedding room.


    Without knocking, she gently pushed the door open, and the mixture of nicotine and alcohol smell in the room made her cough a few times, at the same time, startling the man lounging with closed eyes on the recliner.


    Under the soft lighting, his handsome, well-defined features and slender frame wrapped in a robe lookedzy but not without nobility, cold enough to deter anyone from approaching.


    He slowly lifted his eyelids, and whether Xia Yunxi got it wrong or not, his eyes fleetingly held a hint of disgust and impatience.


    "Get out." A clear, cold voice with no warmth issued from him.


    His cold tone choked Xia Yunxi for a moment, but she quickly recovered, changing to a soft tone, "It’ste, aren’t you going to sleep?"


    "Get out!" he clearly lost patience, squinting at her, his deep eyes shooting a dangerous gaze.


    Standing there, Xia Yunxi tightly clutched the hem of her clothes, desperately wanting to make a dashing turn to leave, but she couldn’t.


    Sighing silently, standing in ce, the hand tugging her hem turned into a clenched fist.


    "Husband..." After a long while, she squeezed this word from her throat, her shy expression just right, like a budding flower, unbearably charming.


    Yet some people seem as if they’ve heard something repulsive, scoffing, "From now on, you’re not allowed to call me these two words."


    Xia Yunxi bit her tongue secretly, as if she really wanted to say that, putting on a na?ve face as she looked at him, asking, "We’re already registered."


    Ling Muye nced at her indifferently, his eyes falling on the floor by her feet, "And this room, without my permission, you’re not allowed to step in even half a step."


    This time, Xia Yunxi genuinely looked at him puzzled. Isn’t this their new room? Realizing she was now standing at the doorway of this room, purely half a step in it, she could feel a cold, sinister gaze locking onto her.


    She lowered her head, looking humble and shrinking back a step, standing outside the door, still not leaving.


    Xia Yunxi staring down at the tips of her shoes, words ready toe out stuck in her throat, her heart filled with mixed feelings.