Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1997: 524: The Dream Figure, 5 Core Formation Descendants! (Double-Length)

Even though Xuanmu Taoist, a third-rank Talisman Master, rescued his niece Qin Yunning, this kind of event doesn't merit disturbing her older sister's cultivation practice.

Particularly because her sister had ordered her not to interrupt except for truly vital reasons, as she was immersed in refining a heavenly technique.

"From Xuanmu’s deductions, his apprentice could have ventured into the Kunpeng Nest. I’ll inquire with Second Sister on this afterward."

Shen Yiren held the jade slip in her grasp, positioned silently upon the pavilion, her robe swaying lightly with the wind, akin to a tranquil flower unfurling in a hidden ravine, remarkably stunning and one-of-a-kind.

Second Palace Master Shen Baishuang, wed to the Manor Master of Sword Casting Manor, known as "Yuanwei True Monarch,"

Yet within the realm of cultivators, wedlock differs from mortal bonds, where one blindly follows their spouse regardless. She continues serving as the Second Palace Master of the Goddess Palace, handling key responsibilities.

For instance, during the opening of the Kunpeng Nest Secret Realm, Second Palace Master Shen Baishuang guided a team into it.

And following the downfall of the Kunpeng Nest Secret Realm along with the appearance of the Kunpeng Egg, Shen Baishuang has pursued leads on the Kunpeng Nest over these past years.

"Third Martial Aunt!"

She donned an elegantly fitted white garment, her form slim and elegant, clad in white leather boots, her complexion as pristine and snowy as fresh frost.

The sole imperfection lay in her lithe, balanced build, which appeared yet to fully mature, showing merely the initial signs of blossoming.

"Wanzhao."

Upon spotting the enchanting young lady, Shen Yiren offered a soft smile and addressed her, her tone as soothing as a babbling brook, exceedingly warm.

"Third Martial Aunt, I learned that Senior Sister got hurt outside. Is she alright?"

The maiden drew near to Shen Yiren and questioned in a bright, clear voice.

"Yunning’s injuries aren’t too grave, and she’s recuperating now. Feel free to see her if you wish."

This girl in front of her, Qin Wanzhao, had been adopted as a foster daughter by her senior sister Shen Jianjia in the distant past.

Nevertheless, owing to Shen Jianjia’s demanding duties, she handed Qin Wanzhao over to her apprentice Qin Yunning and her junior sister Shen Yiren to raise.

As a result, Qin Wanzhao bonded more closely with this Martial Aunt Shen Yiren and Qin Yunning, viewing them as akin to sister and mother.

"I intended to check on Senior Sister just now."

Qin Wanzhao replied, conversing briefly with Shen Yiren before they both headed off to visit Qin Yunning.

"Martial Aunt, Wanzhao."

In contrast to her more spirited junior sister, Qin Yunning displayed greater poise, offering a respectful bow to Shen Yiren and a nod to her junior.

She asked whether Shen Yiren had spoken with Xuanmu Taoist.

"Indeed, I’ve already met Xuanmu Taoist and conveyed my thanks; rest easy now."

Shen Yiren’s words flowed gently and melodiously, pleasant regardless of the listener.

"Xuanmu Taoist?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wanzhao showed slight astonishment and inquired, "Senior Sister, I heard you ran into peril on your return journey..."

"That’s right, during my trip back, I faced an assault from a swarm of poisonous scale shadow eels, among them a third-rank mutated venomous eel, leading to heavy wounds and toxin invasion... Thankfully, Xuanmu Taoist arrived to aid me..."

Qin Yunning murmured softly, her refined features remaining rather ashen, devoid of vitality.

Without Xuanmu Taoist’s intervention, even if Martial Aunt Shen Yiren had reached her promptly, her survival wouldn’t have been threatened.

Still, the poison had seeped into her meridians, dantian, and vital organs, inflicting substantial damage.

"Hmph, those Star Pirates once more; the moment I advance to Nascent Soul, I’ll wipe out every one of these cosmic bandits!"

Qin Wanzhao huffed disdainfully, voicing her intense loathing for these rampaging raiders.

After her words, an image arose in her thoughts—a dashing, refined gentleman mounted on a whale, evoking the aura of a celestial exile.

She reminisced about her escapade from years prior, when she set out on an excursion and met peril, ultimately saved by a certain elder.

Although her recollections of that meeting had been sealed and modified by that individual.

When she achieved Core Formation, those tampered memories resurfaced clearly in her consciousness.

She vividly recalled the peerlessly attractive countenance, reminiscent of fragrant blooms and jade saplings, along with the calm, otherworldly aura.

She remembered his tender contact during the healing, which brought a sense of nurturing warmth like that of the womb, soothing every inch of her form and soul, invigorating her Qi Ocean Core.

"Senior Sister, what was Xuanmu Taoist’s appearance like?"

Qin Wanzhao abruptly questioned Qin Yunning.

"I was out cold then and couldn’t catch a glimpse of him."

Qin Yunning gently shook her head.

Then, with mild frustration, she eyed Qin Wanzhao and remarked, "Why the interest in that?"

"I was merely wondering out loud."

Qin Wanzhao felt somewhat cowed by this sisterly senior, drawing back a little and replying in a faint, timid tone.

"You ought to concentrate harder on cultivation as a rule, avoid so many novels, and quit daydreaming. You even sneaked away for an adventure."

Having raised Qin Wanzhao over numerous years, Qin Yunning understood that this junior, nurtured within the Goddess Palace, seldom left its confines and lacked worldly experience, frequently losing herself in tales and harboring girlish fantasies.

"Hehe, Wanzhao isn’t a child any longer. Entertaining ideas of a Dao Companion is perfectly natural."

Nearby, Shen Yiren chuckled softly, infusing a spark of vibrancy into her limpid, exquisite gaze.

The Goddess Palace, predominantly filled with female members, did not prohibit its followers from taking spouses.

"Martial Aunt!"

Qin Wanzhao’s cheeks flushed crimson at once, a touch of embarrassment in her voice, while that supremely handsome visage reappeared in her thoughts.

Within the Goddess Palace, she had encountered plenty of striking young males.

However, none rivaled the youth in her imagination, who embodied the essence of a celestial wanderer.

That man’s bearing, in particular, defied description; simply picturing him made her pulse quicken without reason.

From the recent volumes she’d perused, entertaining such frequent musings about someone indicated she was utterly enamored.