"His mother and grandmother were former elf queens." Zhu Queziâs jaw dropped after Ling Yun mentioned that. "Huangâer, say hello to Aunt Quezi."
"Hey! Iâm still young and not an auntie!" Zhu Quezi protested.
"Hehe," Nu Huang laughed as he grabbed Zhu Queziâs hand. "Big Sis, are you willing to be my wife?"
Zhu Quezi and Tai Tianmei were both stunned when Nu Huang asked that. They then glanced at Ling Yun, who shrugged at them.
"Do you really like her, Huangâer?"
Nu Huang nodded to his father. "My mother and grandmother once said that elves donât fall in love easily, but I liked this big sister the moment I saw her, so I want to marry her."
"Haha," Ling Yun laughed and rubbed his sonâs head. "What do you think, Quezi? Do you want to marry my son?"
Zhu Quezi woke up from her daze and asked him. "How old are you now, Huangâer?"
"22 almost 23."
"Haish!" Zhu Quezi hissed softly. "Iâm very old, and Iâm much older than your father, soâ"
"You are not as old as Mother Ming." Zhu Quezi was stunned again after hearing that. "My father is much younger than you, but Mother Ming is willing to be his wife. Moreover, you are much younger than her, so I think itâs okay if we get married."
Zhu Quezi just remembered that many of Ling Yunâs wives were much older than her, including Sheng Ming and Ling Xi. She sighed softly and spoke to Nu Huang. "Huangâer, thank you for your feelings for me, but I havenât thought about marriage yet, and I want to reach the Immortal Supreme Level first before I get married."
"Oh." Nu Huang nodded in understanding. "In that case, Iâll wait for you to reach the Immortal Supreme Realm, and then Iâll marry you."
Zhu Quezi felt dizzy listening to Nu Huangâs words, especially since he was still so young. Moreover, they didnât know each other well since they had just met, but he already wanted to marry her.
Nu Huang turned to his father. "Can you bring her to our residence, Father? If she cultivates there, Iâm sure sheâll reach that stage faster, and I can marry her then."
"Iâm fine with that." Then, Ling Yun asked her. "Do you want to live with us, Quezi? You can cultivate faster there, and you can use that time to get to know my son."
Zhu Quezi sighed softly. "Ling Yun, I do want to reach that stage as soon as possible, butâ"
"You donât have to think about it, okay?" Ling Yun interrupted her. "I know you donât have a boyfriend, and Iâm not asking you to accept my son right away. Moreover, time flows very quickly in our residence, so you two have plenty of time to get to know each other."
Zhu Quezi seemed to be in a dilemma. On the one hand, Ling Yunâs offer to let her cultivate at his residence was very appealing, but on the other hand, she found it difficult to accept because of Nu Huang. "I want to talk to my master and ask for his opinion first."
"You can do that." Ling Yun looked at the two women in the distance, and he immediately approached them. "Are you done crying?"
Huang Zhimei immediately released her best friend from her embrace, but An Yufei hurriedly buried her face in her chest, embarrassed to face Ling Yun. "Did Sister Tianmei contact you?"
"Yeah." Ling Yun pulled An Yufei away from Huang Zhimei, making her struggle to escape. However, he immediately restricted her movements, which shocked her. "Your face is indeed disfigured, but I can tell that youâre still beautiful, so you donât need to be embarrassed by your injuries."
An Yufei lowered her face, bit her lower lip, and tears continued to flow from her eyes.
"Why do you like this?" Ling Yun lifted her chin and made her face him. "I know youâre sad, but you donât need to stay sad like this. I came here to heal you, and you will be even more beautiful than before."
"Can... Can you really cure me?" An Yufei asked in a low, trembling voice.
Ling Yun pointed at Huang Zhimei. "You two have been friends since childhood, so you should still remember her face before she met me, right?"
An Yufei turned to Huang Zhimei, who smiled at her. Her best friend had always been beautiful, but she felt that she had become even more beautiful since she was with Ling Yun.
"Big Sister!" An Yufei looked at Nu Huang, who had just arrived at Ling Yunâs side, followed by Tai Tianmei and Zhu Quezi. "Your face may be disfigured, but youâre still beautiful. Besides, my father can heal all your wounds quickly, so you donât have to be sad anymore, and youâll be even more beautiful after you recover."
Huang Zhimei put her arm around An Yufeiâs shoulders. "Trust us, okay? Your beauty will return to its original state, and you will be even more beautiful after this."
An Yufei nodded to Huang Zhimei before looking at the pill in Ling Yunâs hand. "In this universe, no one has this pill, and Iâve never given it to outsiders. However, youâre my wifeâs good friend, so Iâll give it to you. You can take it without hesitation, and it will make you look much more beautiful than before."
Since An Yufei seemed hesitant, Huang Zhimei took the pill and stuffed it into her mouth. "Donât hesitate and swallow the pill."
An Yufei nodded at Huang Zhimei, swallowed the pill, and used her qi to dissolve it immediately. However, she couldnât feel its effects immediately, making her doubt the pillâs effectiveness.
"Be patient." An Yufei looked at Ling Yun again. "Dozens of women have taken that pill, and the time it takes to take effect varies from person to person."
An Yufei nodded and waited for the effects of the pill to manifest, genuinely hoping that Ling Yunâs pill could restore her former beauty.
Huang Zhimei said to Ling Yun. "Those people are in this sect, husband."
"Hmm?" Ling Yun raised an eyebrow. "You mean your admirers, right? Are they bothering you?"
Huang Zhimei shook her head at her. "I just met one of them, but he didnât bother me. The others are meeting my master right now, so I didnât go there to meet him."
"Since they didnât bother you, I donât care about them." Ling Yun opened the system map and examined those people. "However, I will be their worst enemy if they dare to bother you, and I will destroy them just like I destroyed the Yao Clan back then."