This was the first Furnace he owned upon his initial arrival in the Otherworld, and it was also a mortal unable to cultivate—a life that had a clear beginning and end, leaving no room for doubt.
But now, looking back?
Absolutely not so.
Did Qiu Lianyue notice him from the very beginning, and was she accompanied by a powerful figure from the Profound Yellow Seven Realms?
Yet, if that was the case, why did she not take any action?
Song Yan was shocked, finding it hard to comprehend.
Qiu Lianyue also scrutinized him, then suddenly raised her finger and began calculating.
With a flick of her finger across the void, as if caressing the line of cause and effect, she could completely see through a person in an instant.
Her long, alabaster finger flicked a few times before slowly retracting. She pointed to the seat opposite, saying, "Sit."
Song Yan lowered his head, cheeks flushed, not daring to look at her.
Wang Susu giggled beside him, saying in a sultry voice, "Filial son, sit. This is the second young lady of the Qiu residence."
Song Yan sat down awkwardly, mumbling, "Yes... Qiu... Qiu Second Miss."
Qiu Lianyue took a couple of bites of sweet tofu pudding and said, "I really like the tofu pudding you make. I’ve heard about your situation, and I was thinking of accepting you into the Qiu residence to specialize in making tofu pudding and bean curd in the dining hall, how does that sound?"
As her words fell, a commotion arose around them.
Discussions erupted.
"The Qiu residence, isn’t that the residence of Grand General Qiu?"
"You silly boy, quickly agree!"
"Hurry up and agree, this is a great opportunity to ascend!"
On ordinary days, Song Yan was known for his good character, and the surrounding neighbors hoped for his success, so someone began urging him.
Song Yan paused in silence, then said, "I still need to ask my father’s permission."
Qiu Lianyue nodded.
...
...
Several months later, in early winter...
The Qiu residence.
The night was dark, the wind was high, and light snowflakes drifted down.
Qiu Lianyue took off her dress, wrapping her beautiful body in a warm quilt. The charcoal in the heater emitted a faint pine fragrance, warming the cold room. However, there wasn’t much charcoal in the furnace, indicating that the second young lady of the Qiu residence was oppressed within the household.
At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared before her, gripping her snow-white neck. A coarse voice emerged from the darkness.
"Speak! Why do you have two powerful cultivators serving as your maids?"
"Wang Qingya?"
"Indeed, but I am actually a cultivator myself. I merely took over Wang Qingya’s body. Don’t change the subject, speak up!"
Song Yan held Qiu Lianyue’s neck tightly.
If she were just a mortal, he would have had feelings for her.
But upon seeing Qiu Lianyue here, with Wang Susu and Yu Xuanwei serving as her maids, he already knew that Qiu Lianyue was far from a mere mortal.
Since she invited him into the Qiu residence, it was apparent she had noticed his unusual nature.
Thus...
He observed for a short time. Finding nothing suspicious, he decided to strike decisively.
Strike first to gain the upper hand, delay and suffer the consequences.
If the opponent was from the Profound Yellow Seven Realms, their weakest point would be their body.
"Don’t try any tricks. If I sense anything wrong, I’ll take us both down," Song Yan’s voice was icy.
Qiu Lianyue suddenly laughed.
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