" My Tangyuan wife~"
Before Song Yanqing could figure out how to introduce himself to the handsome man in front of him, who was as beautiful as a painting, Xingyun, which was in his hand, seemed to have seen a treasure and suddenly darted away.
He grabbed Tangyuan, who was eating a pastry behind Shang Shujue, and gave him a big hug, then kissed him several times on the cheek with unusual vigor, almost knocking the precious pastry out of his hand.
An awkward atmosphere filled the air. Just before Tangyuan could get angry, Song Yanqing stumbled to put on his shoes, rushed over, and tore Xingyun off Tangyuan.
" Xingyun, stop fooling around, that's impolite."
Song Yanqing was so embarrassed that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He wished he could just die on the spot with this troublesome thing. How could this guy be so shameless? He dared to flirt with the spirit in front of its master. He was really too shameless.
"No! I'm not making a fuss!" Xingyun clung tightly to Tangyuan, refusing to let go, completely clinging to her. " Tangyuan is my wife, Master, please leave me alone!"
Song Yanqing: "..." I've embarrassed myself in someone else's home!
Tangyuan: "...(ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)"
Tangyuan's temples throbbed with veins. She shoved the pastry in her hand into Song Yanqing's hand, gritted her teeth, grabbed Xingyun by the collar, and dragged her out. " Xingyun, I think you need a beating again! I'm not your wife, I'm going to beat you to death!"
"My dear Tangyuan, even if you beat me to death, I will never leave you! I won't let go, I won't let go!"
I'll beat you to death!
The two little spirits went to attend to their own private matters, leaving Song Yanqing alone with half a pastry. He didn't know whether to chase after them or stay, so he could only hand the half pastry to Shang Shujue, who had been sitting and watching the show for quite a while.
"Senior, this..."
Shang Shujue smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, the pastry in Song Yanqing's hand disappeared, replaced by a cup of tea that he handed over.
"No need to call me that, just call me by my name, Shang Shujue. Let them handle their own affairs. Now let's talk about our business. What's your name?"
Song Yanqing was stunned for a moment before realizing that the person in front of him was Shang Shujue, the second strongest cultivator among the many cultivators in Hua Nation. He then introduced himself.
"I never imagined that you were the renowned second strongest expert. No wonder I couldn't sense your cultivation level. It's truly an honor to meet you today. My name is Song Yanqing, please address me as you wish."
Song Yanqing did not feel intimidated by the other party's status. He even felt inexplicably proud. In his subconscious, the person in front of him was very good, and in every aspect, he should be sitting in a high position.
" Song Yanqing?" Shang Shujue murmured Song Yanqing's name softly. For some reason, he felt his heart beating very fast, as if this name had long been engraved into his soul.
"A good name." After a moment of reflection, Shang Shujue raised his hand and summoned the Lock of the Sworn Heart, saying to Song Yanqing, "My natal magic weapon is the Lock of the Sworn Heart, and it is a subtle pair of magic weapons with your natal magic weapon, the Key of the Sworn Heart Vows."
"I don't know what our relationship was in our past lives, but since we've made a pact with these two magical artifacts that are almost divine, it's destined that we two have a connection, a karmic bond."
"When I passed by here, I suddenly wanted to stop. It wasn't by chance; it was to save you, who was on the verge of death. I need a karmic connection in this mortal world, a lamp of worldly karma to help me Tribulation Transcendence."
"Of all times, you appeared, so..."
Shang Shujue didn't finish his sentence, but Song Yanqing understood his implication: he needed him to weather the Tribulation of Mortal Bonds together, as a partner...
Song Yanqing's ears turned slightly red, and he seemed a little flustered, but he didn't show any reluctance. Shang Shujue was his goal to pursue, and being able to help him now was naturally the best thing that could happen.
"Alright, I'm willing to assist you, but you just said that our natal magical artifacts are a pair. If we separate after the Tribulation Transcendence, will the natal magical artifacts backfire?"
As soon as Song Yanqing finished speaking, his natal magic weapon flew out and touched Shang Shujue's natal magic weapon, leaving behind a text. After reading it, Song Yanqing's eyes widened and his brows furrowed.
"The consequences are very serious, senior, this..."
"It's alright. If there's any Karmic Tribulation, it will befall me, not you. Just agree to my request now, and don't worry about anything else."
Seeing Shang Shujue's confident demeanor, Song Yanqing didn't know what to say and fell silent.
He wasn't a very good talker to begin with, and when faced with such a problem, he didn't know how to offer advice. So he simply kept quiet, silently noted the consequences, and tried his best to avoid them.
Their natal magical artifacts returned to their bodies. Seeing Song Yanqing's silence, Shang Shujue did not feel ignored.
On the contrary, it was as if he had long been used to him doing this, bringing down the food beside him. He didn't know why he trusted the boy in front of him so much, but it felt good.
"After this, we'll live like ordinary people. Let's have this meal first, and after today, we'll head north."
"Okay, sure."
Song Yanqing didn't know why Shang Shujue wanted to go to the north, but he knew very well that as long as he was with him, even if it meant wandering around, he would be very happy.
"During the five days you were unconscious, some people tracked you down here. I sensed a strong stench of blood and murderous intent emanating from their auras, knowing they were no good people, so I scared them away. Did you offend them?"
Shang Shujue suddenly remembered that five days ago, when he had just carried Song Yanqing into the attic, a group of people had chased after them. At that time, he had concealed his presence.
He made those people think he was an ordinary person, and they became very arrogant. He was too lazy to talk back, so he casually waved his hand and sent them all away. After that, they never came back.
"They coveted my natal magic weapon and wanted to kill me to take the treasure. To protect myself, I injured one of their people. Enraged, they beat me up like that, intending to torture and kill me before taking the treasure. But I escaped, and then you saved me."
Song Yanqing gently shook his head before explaining the reason. He seemed afraid that Shang Shujue would misunderstand his character, so his tone was somewhat urgent as he explained, as if he was afraid that Shang Shujue would dislike him.
"Hmm, you did very well." Shang Shujue appeared gentle on the surface, but inside he was seething with anger. Damn it, I didn't hit him hard enough before! How dare they touch my people!
When this thought popped into Shang Shujue's head, it stunned him for a moment, but only for a moment. Then he felt that it was how it should be...