371: Chapter 372 At most, I'll let you go for three years!

Liu Yiyi felt her heart warmed by his words and was just about to say something—

when she suddenly felt the large hand on her waist move restlessly.

"Husband..." Her voice instantly dropped, and her ears turned red.

Ye Changge lowered his head, pressing his lips against her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice carrying a hint of mischievous laughter:

"Yiyi, I have missed you."

Liu Yiyi's body trembled slightly, her cheeks instantly flushed red, and even her neck was stained with a faint pink hue.

She did not shy away, but instead buried her face in his embrace, her voice muffled and soft:

"...I have missed you too, Husband."

Over the past few months, Ye Changge had traveled far to Qingxuan Immortal City, while Liu Yiyi had single-handedly managed the household affairs, working day and night, her longing for her husband growing silently like vines in her heart.

Now, held in his arms and listening to his familiar heartbeat, those long-suppressed emotions surged up like a tide.

She looked up, her eyes slightly red, but she tried her best to curve her lips into a smile, whispering:

"Husband... in these days that you were away, I looked forward to your return every single day."

Ye Changge looked at her eyes, which were filled with moisture, and felt his heart soften completely.

He lowered his head, gently kissing away the moisture at the corners of her eyes, and then covered her soft lips with his own.

Liu Yiyi closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him take control.

The candlelight in the room flickered gently, casting dancing shadows.

Outside the window, the night grew deeper.

Meanwhile—

Lingxiao Sect, Snow Bamboo Peak.

This Snow Bamboo Peak was one of the eight main peaks of the Sect, covered in snow that never melted all year round. The mountains were filled with green bamboo standing amidst the snow, crystalline and translucent, emitting a cold luster under the moonlight.

At the peak, there was an elegant palace pavilion with upturned eaves and carved beams, shrouded by an invisible Restriction, with Spiritual Qi swirling about.

Inside the palace pavilion, a woman sat upright on a white jade meditation cushion.

She was dressed in a simple, plain white long dress, the fabric of excellent quality, emitting a soft luster under the candlelight.

Her jet-black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands of hair falling by her cheeks, making her skin appear like jade and her features like a painting.

She was extremely beautiful, with a slender figure and a dignified demeanor, radiating a cold yet gentle aura.

She was closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, with faint purple Spiritual Qi circulating around her body, her aura long and unfathomable.

It was none other than the Core Formation True Person, Meng Qingcheng.

Just as she was circulating her Qi, the Restriction outside the hall suddenly fluctuated slightly. Meng Qingcheng opened her eyes, a flash of doubt crossing her gaze, and then she extended her Divine Sense, immediately sensing that familiar aura outside the hall.

"...Qingyue?"

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached outside the hall.

A moment later, a slender figure stepped gracefully into the hall.

The person who arrived was wearing a light cyan dress, tall and slender, with skin like jade and bones like ice, her features carrying a cold and distant aura; it was the Lingxiao Sect True Disciple, Xia Qingyue.

"Disciple Xia Qingyue greets Revered Master."

She bowed slightly, her tone respectful.

Meng Qingcheng looked her over a few times, her gaze tightening slightly.

After not seeing her for a few months, this girl's cultivation had actually improved a bit, and her aura was much more stable than before.

However—

Meng Qingcheng keenly noticed that on Xia Qingyue's usually cold and calm face, there seemed to be a hint of... an indescribable emotion that she had never seen before.

"Qingyue, why have you come today?"

Meng Qingcheng asked, her voice gentle, carrying the unique concern of a Revered Master.

Xia Qingyue raised her head, looking directly into her Revered Master's eyes, her tone somewhat hesitant:

"Disciple has a matter that I wish to ask for Revered Master's permission."

"What is it?"

"Disciple wishes to go to Longmai Mountain to guard the Grand Array for the Ye Family of Longmai Mountain."

Meng Qingcheng was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

The Ye Family of Longmai Mountain. She was not unfamiliar with this name.

Some time ago, Xia Qingyue had mentioned to her that when she was out training, she had encountered a man,

and when she was by that person's side, the Ice Heart Sentiment Forgetting Art she cultivated would actually operate on its own, as if drawn into resonance by some power.

At the time, Xia Qingyue had just mentioned it casually, and Meng Qingcheng had not paid too much attention to it,

assuming it was just a common encounter among the younger generation, thinking it might be some minor episode like a resonance of the Cultivation Technique.

Until not long ago, when a Disciple from the Lingxiao Sect's Law Enforcement Hall came to report,

saying that the Old Ancestor of the Ye Family of Longmai Mountain, Ye Changge, had requested her to look after the Ye Family of Longmai Mountain on his behalf.

At that time, she felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

A dignified True Disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, possessing a Grade Four Ice Spiritual Root and a Taiyin Spiritual Body, a peerless Genius who had hopes of Core Formation in the future and even had a chance to break through to the Nascent Soul stage,

going to be a "guardian" for some rustic, small Foundation Establishment Family? How could that be proper?

But Xia Qingyue had said that the person was helpful to her cultivation.

Meng Qingcheng understood her Disciple; Xia Qingyue had a cold nature, never praised others lightly, and would never speak without reason.

Since she said "it is helpful," then it must truly be helpful.

Moreover, this Longmai Mountain...

Meng Qingcheng suddenly recalled a past event.

Several years ago, when she returned from a Secret Realm, she accidentally encountered a small Cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage on the road. At that time, she was poisoned by a strange toxin and, in a state of delirium... did some rather indecent things.

After waking up, looking at the small Cultivator who had been tortured half to death by her, she felt guilty and left behind a top-grade foundation establishment pill and several foundation establishment spiritual items, and also gave him one of her tokens as compensation.

Previously, when the other party seemed to come to her Sect, it seemed to be that Longmai Mountain!

Meng Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

Until this moment, when Xia Qingyue mentioned the four words "Ye Family of Longmai Mountain" again, did she vaguely connect the two things together.

Could it be that the two were actually the same person!

A flash of surprise crossed Meng Qingcheng's eyes.

A moment later, she waved her hand and rubbed her temples with some irritation.

"Forget it."

She looked up at Xia Qingyue, her tone softening slightly: "Qingyue, Revered Master can agree to this matter for you.

But you are, after all, a True Disciple of the Sect, and your status is different from ordinary people. I, as your Revered Master, will allow you to guard Longmai Mountain for at most three years."

"After three years, regardless of whether your Cultivation Technique has achieved a Breakthrough, you must return to the Sect."

"This is the bottom line."

Upon hearing this, a flash of joy crossed Xia Qingyue's eyes, but her expression remained as cold as usual. She just slightly bowed her knees: "Thank you, Revered Master."

Seeing her like this, Meng Qingcheng suddenly felt that she might have agreed a bit too quickly.

But then she thought, this girl had always been obedient and sensible, never making anyone worry. Now that she was convinced that Longmai Mountain was helpful to her,

as her Revered Master, she couldn't just stand by and watch her Disciple's cultivation get stuck at a Bottleneck.

Moreover—

Meng Qingcheng sighed secretly in her heart.

If it really was that little guy from back then... she could be considered to owe him a debt of Karma.

However, she still felt exceptionally irritated, wondering why this person was so fated with both her and her Disciple.

Looking at her Disciple below, whose joy was evident on her face, Meng Qingcheng sighed and said