When Qin Han opened his eyes again, he saw Hong Luan sleeping at the table.

He stood up shakily and walked over, placing the back of his hand on her forehead, finding it burning hot.

He had been contemplating earlier, and during this mystical connection with Kunlun Mountain, he could clearly sense it.

There was a blessing power in the outside world, wrapping around him in those seven-colored rays, resembling some kind of secret technique.

This was also something he saw recorded in the Holy Medicine Sect, seemingly a power above the martial artist's ultimate skills.

But there were scarce records on it, leaving him unable to study it deeply.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed it from Hong Luan now, and she was even performing it for him.

Although Qin Han did not know how Hong Luan possessed such a secret technique.

And why she could hide it for so long, he was sure she had her own reasons.

After all, everyone has unspeakable pasts, and he wouldn't pry into them without reason.

He knew his limits when it came to this, considering the members of the Holy Medicine Sect should have their own stories, not something he needs to quickly master.

Especially since distrust is unsuitable for a Sect Leader's demeanor.

Qin Han gently nudged Hong Luan, finding she was unresponsive, instead drooling at the corner of her mouth, sleeping quite muddled.

Her cheeks were as red as peaches, reminding him a bit of seeing Diudiu when she was little.

He closed the window behind him, then draped the coat from the hanger over her.

He stood there watching for a while and said, "Hong Luan is indeed a good girl. If she always keeps me in mind, it will truly be a delay for her."

"I know, even though I've made it clear this time, I only see her as a sister."

"Yet she still cannot forget her admiration for my past life's body."

"Actually, having such a fearless girl willing to give her all for me in the Holy Medicine Sect surely stirs the heart, even causing inner ripples."

"But unfortunately, I already have Song Yuwei, she is my wife, I love her very much, and we also have a daughter I like very much, Diudiu."

"Moreover, although Yuwei feels profoundly worried upon knowing my intention to go to Kunlun Mountain to retrieve my father, she restrained her inner urge to dissuade and interpreted the definition of a virtuous wife from the perspective of a wife."

"And she fervently hopes to conceive a child so that if any mishap occurs, our family can still have a spark."

Qin Han didn't know why, suddenly he began to say these words in the study.

Although saying these things might seem incredibly shy, his tone was exceedingly gentle.

This was also a side he never showed to outsiders, his eyes full of happy joy.

In this mundane state, if seen by the Qin family, Qian family, and the six major families in the Northwest, as well as the martial artist families in hiding, they would surely be stunned, finding it utterly incredible!

After all, Qin Han's existence resembled an unreasonable brute.

When dealing with enemies, Qin Han never adheres to rules and reasons.

Without combating evil with evil, it's impossible to make them learn a long-lasting lesson.

Thus, for such a tough guy like Qin Han to reveal this tender side is profoundly rare.

Maybe, just now, after breaking through the true essence of martial arts and attaining supreme insight.

He felt the whole world changed, his senses particularly acute, and his brain seemed to have rebooted.

Thus, this miraculous experience made Qin Han increasingly certain that martial art powers are not the endpoint in this world.

Perhaps the Saint Realm above Heaven Realm might not be the endpoint for all.

Maybe, immortals indeed exist within Kunlun Mountain.

After all, achieving breakthrough in the mystical world with only immortals pointing the way is such a miraculous concept.

Clearly, Qin Han became increasingly anticipative of this trip to Kunlun Mountain.

After all, it is not only key to retrieving his father but also a means to relieve his mother from the suffering of the Six Poisons Exhausted Veins.

Otherwise, the inability of the opposite party to live past sixty is unacceptable to him.

"As long as the bianhua flower is found, then the remaining herbs can be immediately gathered, and the Divine Dragon Society has already contacted Medicine King Valley. Their best alchemist is always ready to prepare this alchemy furnace."

As Qin Han spoke these words, he noticed Hong Luan's shoulder slightly shaking, seemingly having a nightmare.

After the coat slipped from her shoulder, he put it back on her again.

The weather in the Northwest could be extremely cold now, though it wasn't at the harshest stage yet.

For martial artists like them, it's okay; their cultivation technique constantly operates, generating a certain degree of warmth.

But once the body becomes weak or the True Qi is depleted, their ability to withstand the cold will significantly decrease, even far less than ordinary people.

This time can be described as extremely vulnerable, easily prone to illness.

This is why some martial artists need someone to protect them during breakthroughs.

This is to aid them in case of injury during essential breakthroughs, preventing trouble from becoming unsolvable.

But this time, Qin Han felt some warmth.

Because Hong Luan's nightmare seemed unending, causing her body to react with panic, suddenly raising her hand to grasp his palm.

This made Qin Han, who was planning to leave downstairs for medicine, pause slightly.

After all, Hong Luan's weakness and unconsciousness were entirely due to her secret technique consumption, the cost of which should be very high.

Otherwise, Qin Han couldn't have smoothly experienced his insights.

Compared to before, it's literally like receiving immortal blessings from Kunlun Mountain.

But now, Qin Han felt his martial artist heart slightly wavering.

Because sometimes, when external temptations are immensely strong, human nature cannot withstand the test.

Nowadays Hong Luan has completely shed her innocence, showcasing a more flourishing outstanding beauty.

Especially with her young and stylish appearance, it enormously attracts people.

"Hong Luan, are you awake?"

Qin Han's mind conjured Song Yuwei's image, those past moments unfolding like a film.

At this moment, a black sedan drove into the courtyard.

The figure emerging was the president of Hanwei Group, the woman Qin Han loved most in this life, Song Yuwei.

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