Chapter 209 Let's take a break and set off again (1/2)

The scholar held a wolf-hair brush, its tip saturated with cinnabar, his wrist as steady as a rock.

On the huge map of Yan Kingdom, each bright red dot was precisely marked.

The Kunlun Dragon Vein.

The Mausoleum of Yu the Great.

The hometown of Emperor Sui.

Jing Mountain.

Each name carries the weighty breath of the ancient wilderness.

Each red dot is like a spark of civilization about to ignite a prairie fire.

Ruan Tang leaned closer, a strand of black hair slipping down her shoulder, her delicate nose almost touching the map.

Her bright eyes darted around, and she suddenly noticed that there were several markers near Lao Tietou Mountain in their Jixiang Brigade.

A hint of cunning flashed in her watery almond-shaped eyes.

She turned around abruptly, grabbed Yan Yu's large, warm hand, and spoke in a sweet, crisp voice, tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Brother, let's go home and charge our batteries!"

"We might need An Sanchuan, that 'local,' to help us find these treasures!"

Yan Yu turned around and tightly wrapped her soft, boneless little hand in his palm, his deep eyes full of indulgence.

"I'll listen to you."

His mind stirred slightly.

The next instant, the space filled with spiritual energy vanished.

The familiar air, filled with the fragrance of earth and grass, rushed towards me, instantly dispelling the nauseating stench of blood and decay that lingered deep in my memory.

Ruan Tang let out a long sigh of relief, her nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

My whole body went limp, like a kitten warmed by the sun after the rain, lazy and content.

The two figures had just settled down in their own small courtyard.

"Squeak—"

The door to the main room opened.

The puppet granny and Afu walked out one after the other, their movements fluid and natural, bowing respectfully to them.

"Miss, sir, the food has just been heated up."

Ruan Tang's nose twitched sensitively.

The aroma of braised pork wafting from the kitchen irresistibly whetted her appetite.

Her eyes curved into sweet crescent moons.

Even though I was only gone for one night, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Nothing is happier than coming home to a hot meal.

On the dining table, white rice was piled high, and on top of it lay a piece of braised pork that was stewed until tender and falling off the bone, glistening with oily sauce. It would fall apart with a gentle nudge of chopsticks.

It was served alongside a plate of bright green stir-fried bok choy and a bowl of fragrant mushroom and chicken soup.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two returned to their space and soaked in the spiritual spring to wash away their fatigue and evil aura before falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

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Ruan Tang opened her eyes groggily. The spot beside her was empty, but the warm, pleasant scent of the man still lingered in the bedding.

She rolled around in the blanket, stretched lazily, and then slowly got dressed.

As soon as I sat down at the octagonal table in the main room, I poured myself a cup of warm spiritual spring water and sipped it slowly.

The courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside.

Ruan Tang subconsciously looked up and, through the bright window glass, saw Yan Yu's tall figure walking in.

Behind him followed An Sanchuan, who appeared rather thin.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Yan Yu paused slightly, turned his head, and his deep eyes precisely captured the sleepy, charming little face behind the window.

His previously cold and hard lips instantly softened, curving into an almost imperceptible smile.

Ruan Tang was caught red-handed, but instead of dodging, she gave him a sweet smile, her two small dimples appearing and disappearing on her cheeks.

Yan Yu's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by that smile, and instantly softened completely.

The fatigue from the journey vanished in an instant.

He closed the courtyard gate and led An Sanchuan into the main room.