Little Xuexue, I Love You!

Nian'an spread her arms, wanting to throw herself at Su Jinxue.

“Immortal Lord! Nian'an thought you didn't want me anymore! You and Sacred Lord Zhang are about to get married, yet you left Nian'an all alone in some forgotten corner of the Eastern Territory! Waaah...”

She wept like a pear blossom bathed in rain.

Su Jinxue directly mobilized her immortal energy to press against Nian'an's forehead.

“Nian'an, you are... too dirty.”

Nian'an: “...”

“Waaah!” Her crying grew even louder.

“The Immortal Lord is disgusted by me!!!”

“She has a new love and has forgotten the old one!!”

Hearing this, Su Jinxue's beautiful eyes widened.

What kind of misleading nonsense was this girl spouting?

She shot a murderous glare directly at Nian'an.

Nian'an shut her mouth instantly.

Although she was still frantically criticizing the Immortal Lord in her heart for being "heartless and unjust," the moment her gaze swept over the two standing side by side, a brilliant light of "shipping them" instantly erupted in her almond eyes.

Recalling the scene she had witnessed from some corner of the Eastern Territory earlier, a headline automatically popped into her head—

《The Overbearing Immortal Lord Strongly Protects Her Husband: The Heavenly Dao? Even It Cannot Touch My Man!》

Oh my god!

What kind of god-tier plot is this, ahhhhh!!

Being punished to walk to the border was a total loss! I missed the front-row seat!

“Alright, alright, girl, what are you crying for?”

Grand Elder Yun Tinghan stepped forward with a chuckle and pulled back Nian'an, who was still acting out her internal drama.

“How could the Immortal Lord not want you? Summoning you back this time is for a monumental joyous occasion that you need to manage!”

She stuffed the gold-embossed almanac into Nian'an's arms.

“Come, you know the Immortal Lord's preferences best when it comes to wedding preparations. Hurry and come with me to draft the guest list and ceremonial protocols. There must be absolutely no mistakes!”

Saying this, she dragged the utterly dazed Nian'an down toward the main palace below, brooking no argument.

With the two of them gone, only Zhang Mingyuan and Su Jinxue remained high in the sky above the Myriad Snow Palace.

The wind and snow continued, carrying a hint of gentleness.

Zhang Mingyuan stared blankly at Su Jinxue as the thrilling scenes from earlier replayed in his mind.

Her overbearing nature as she blocked him and forced back the Heavenly Dao; her gentleness as she held him in her arms and softly comforted him; and that phrase, “And... me”...

In five thousand years, he had never seen this side of Su Jinxue. Nor had he ever felt his heartstrings plucked so violently as they were right now.

His Adam's apple bobbed as an unfamiliar emotion brewed in his chest.

“Su Jinxue.”

He called out softly, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness that even he didn't notice.

Su Jinxue paused, but she did not turn around.

Looking at her solitary, cold, and elegant back, for the first time in history, there was no bickering, no mockery.

Just from the bottom of his heart, word by word:

“Thank you.”

These two words seemed to drain him of all his strength.

Su Jinxue was clearly stunned.

She fell silent for a moment. Those beautiful crimson eyes of hers remained cold, as if nothing had happened earlier.

“This seat merely did not want you to die in the Myriad Snow Palace and make me lose face.”

“Just cause less trouble for this seat in the future.”

After saying that, Su Jinxue let out a cold snort and turned her back to Zhang Mingyuan.

Her tone was ice-cold, yet those red lips of hers couldn't help but curve upward.

Such a beautiful sight surpassed any wind and snow...

Right at this moment, in the distant sky, space suddenly rippled like water.

The next moment, two figures stepped out from it.

One held a fly-whisk, possessing the air of a transcendent immortal—it was none other than the Taixu Sacred Lord, Lingxuzi.

The other wore a plain skirt, as elegant as green jade in spring—she was the Spring-Return Valley Master, Bai Lumian.

“Zhang Mingyuan!”

Before Lingxuzi could even steady his footing, his voice drifted over.

“You bastard, fighting against Heaven just now—have you gone mad? I sent you messages on the spiritual jade, but there was actually no response! If Immortal Lord Su hadn't intervened, you'd probably be ashes by now!”

Bai Lumian followed closely behind. Her amber eyes fell upon Su Jinxue.

Seeing that her aura was slightly unstable but otherwise fine, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Then, she turned her gaze to Zhang Mingyuan, her tone carrying a hint of blame:

“Zhang Mingyuan, what is wrong with you? Don't you know Little Xue would worry about you?”

Both of them had sensed the terrifying heavenly might above the Myriad Snow Palace and had been burning with anxiety. They had tried to contact him via spiritual jade, only to find there was no signal at all. That was why they had torn through space to rush over at all costs.

Just as they finished speaking, from another direction, an exceptionally loud shout approached from afar, making everyone's eardrums ring.

“Master! Master! Master!!!”

Chu Jinghong, leading a crowd of Qingyun Heaven elders and disciples, was rushing over through the air in a panic.

“Are you alright!!! Your disciple was worried sick!!! I tried to message you on the spiritual jade, but there was no signal at all!”

Chu Jinghong was the first to rush over, anxiously scanning Zhang Mingyuan from head to toe.

Zhang Mingyuan was a bit dazed by this bombardment of concern. But then, he noticed a key point.

No signal on the spiritual jade?

His heart stirred, and he subconsciously sensed it.

With this check, his expression changed instantly.

His "spiritual jade server," which was anchored to the Heavenly Dao, and the massive communication system spanning the entire Xuanling Realm, was now cut off as if an invisible giant hand had forcefully unplugged the network cable.

Its connection with the Heavenly Dao server... had crashed!

Zhang Mingyuan understood instantly.

The Heavenly Dao had shut down his server!

A piercing, bone-deep pain stabbed into his soul like a Dao injury!

That spiritual jade business accounted for a full third of his Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground's total revenue!

This blow was equivalent to his painstakingly built "Qingyun Heaven Group" suffering the biggest black swan event in history, causing company profits to plummet by over thirty percent!

Why on earth did he have to slash at Big Brother Heavenly Dao, hey!!!

Zhang Mingyuan's heart was howling in madness. He regretted it. Was it too late to apologize to the Heavenly Dao now?!

The shifting expressions on his face made everyone around him tense up.

“Master, what's wrong? Did you injure your foundation?”

“Old Zhang, don't fucking scare me!”

“Let this Valley Master have a look... Eh, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong...”

Feeling everyone's genuine concern, Zhang Mingyuan's heart warmed. The agonizing pain of his financial loss was actually diluted a little.

He suddenly recalled Su Jinxue's words.

He had his sect, his disciple, his friends... and...

His gaze drifted toward Su Jinxue involuntarily.

What kind of person was Su Jinxue? Just looking at his grief-stricken expression, she knew exactly what this stinky miser was agonizing over.

She let out a cold snort. With a flash of her figure, she vanished from the spot.

A moment later, when she reappeared, an imperceptible paleness flashed across her beautiful cheeks, but she quickly returned to normal.

Without saying much, she simply said indifferently to everyone, “Open your spiritual jades and take a look.”

Skeptical, everyone took out their spiritual jades.

The next second, on everyone's spiritual jades, the Dao rune patterns representing the signal lit up in unison!

Signal... was restored!

Zhang Mingyuan's expression instantly shifted from a mask of agony to ecstatic joy.

He looked at Su Jinxue excitedly. Without a second thought, a shout that shook the heavens burst from his mouth, and he threw himself entirely into Su Jinxue's embrace:

“Holy crap! Little Xuexue, you're awesome! I love you!!!”

Su Jinxue received a full embrace as Zhang Mingyuan crashed into her.

Above the Myriad Snow Palace, even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Everyone's eyes darted blankly back and forth between the minuscule space separating Zhang Mingyuan and Su Jinxue's bodies.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk...”

The first to break the silence was Lingxuzi's teasing tongue-clicking.

“Not bad, Zhang Mingyuan. You're already calling her 'Little Xuexue' and saying 'I love you'? And you even hugged her right in front of everyone, eh?”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh! 'Little Xuexue, I love you'!” a certain poison master mocked with a distorted expression.

Chu Jinghong and the disciples of Qingyun Heaven, on the other hand, looked utterly shocked—

Seriously, their own Master didn't pay attention to his image at all. What was he doing right in front of everyone?

Zhang Mingyuan's face flushed crimson like a boiled shrimp with a boom.

As if struck by lightning, he jumped back from Su Jinxue's embrace.

“Nonsense! That was... that was praise for her great deed in repairing the Heavenly Dao network! It's brotherly love! What the hell do you know!”

He defended himself with a flushed, flustered face.

Su Jinxue's beautiful face also flushed red, and she gave him a cold glare:

“Who is brothers with you? Dare to spout nonsense again, and this seat will rip your mouth open.”

Although the two of them were still trading barbs, the emotion in their eyes could not be hidden at all!

A sweet, thick atmosphere seemed to permeate the air, causing everyone to reveal knowing smiles.

Meanwhile, on a certain sword peak below the Myriad Snow Palace.

Bai Yao held a profound iron sword and raised her head, looking up at the warm and harmonious scene in the sky.

A gentle smile also rippled in her eyes.