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The long sword let out a series of tremors.

The young man wiped the blade with his hand, and fresh blood gushed out, causing the long sword to gradually quiet down.

However, the young man was rapidly weakening, as if his very life was being sucked away.

If there was someone familiar with the history of Country R’s Shintoism around, they would certainly have cried out in astonishment.

Because this young man, pale as paper, was none other than that genius Onmyoji from a hundred years ago, Watanabe Seimei.

At the time, Watanabe Seimei was renowned as a top-class Onmyoji who could communicate with the gods and spirits but mysteriously disappeared afterward.

Shockingly, he was here in this secluded mountain village, and even more astonishingly, he hadn’t aged a bit.

“The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, it seems it’s time to seek out blood sustenance again,” Watanabe Seimei said softly, a strange glint shining in his eyes.

Tokyo.

Disneyland.

After returning from Mt. Kumotori, Xue An took his two daughters to have a blast at the park for the whole day.

It wasn’t until the evening that An Yan finally managed to drag away a reluctant Xiang Xiang and Nian Nian from Disneyland.

“Look at you, you’re all played out!” An Yan scolded Xue An while retying the girls’ hair.

But Xue An just smirked and made faces at the two little girls, then mouthed silently, “Let’s… go eat something delicious!”

The two little girls giggled nonstop.

An Yan rolled her eyes at Xue An, “You’re going to spoil them rotten one of these days!”

Xue An chuckled, “My daughters, who else am I supposed to spoil? Let’s go eat!”

“Seafood?”

An Yan shook her head, “Don’t like it!”

“How about steak?”

Xue Xiang and Xue Nian shook their heads, “Don’t like it!”

“Then what shall we eat?”

“Anything!” the three women answered in unison.

Xue An gave a wry smile, “Anything” seemed to be women’s favorite phrase to say.

With nothing else to do, Xue An simply led his family along the road at a leisurely pace back towards home.

After they had walked a bit, ahead was a roadside stall selling Kanto-style simmered skewers and deep-fried skewers, also known in Country R as yatai.

An Yan’s eyes lit up.

“Let’s eat this!”

Xue An was somewhat amused, having come to Country R only to end up eating deep-fried skewers.

But since his wife loved it, Xue An naturally had no complaints.

The family gathered around the stall, where the owner, a middle-aged man, hurriedly busied himself upon seeing customers.

The flavors at these street stalls were intense, designed to conquer your palate from the very first bite.

At least An Yan and the two little girls seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their meal.

Xue An just watched them with a smile.

The stall owner secretly gave Xue An a thumbs up, then whispered, “Mr., you have an enviable family!”

Xue An simply smiled.

And this family attracted many curious glances.

After all, An Yan’s demeanor was elegant, and the two little girls were delicate and adorable. It was clear they weren’t from an ordinary family, yet here they were, eating cheap street food, naturally drawing attention.

At that moment, a Mercedes gradually pulled up to the curb, and then the door opened, a woman sashayed out.

The appearance of this woman captured the entire street’s attention.

She was dressed in a well-tailored evening gown with a slit up to the thigh root, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her long legs as she moved.

But what was most captivating was the woman’s lofty and cloud-like bosom, which seemed to tremble with each step.

The men couldn’t help but stare.

The lady approached the stall with a smile, and in fluent Mandarin, said, “Give me a portion of Kanto-style, without the Kanto, no need to simmer it!”

This left the stall owner completely baffled.

After that, the woman smiled at Xue An and then extended her hand, “Hello, Mr. Xue! Pleased to meet you, my name is Songmu Feihua!”

Xue An looked at the enchanting woman with a detached gaze, “You know me?”

Songmu Feihua smiled, “Who in the world doesn’t know about Mr. Xue, who with a single sword stroke defied the Sword Immortal, and single-handedly annihilated the Immortal Gate?”

As she spoke, Songmu Feihua naturally took a seat next to Xue An, looking at him with seductive eyes like silk.

“But what I didn’t expect is that Mr. Xue would be so young and handsome, truly heart-clawing!”

Her voice was so sultry it seemed as if it might drip with honey.

At the very least, the stall owner’s face turned red and his ears flushed, watching, dumbstruck.

Xue An, however, just shook his head slightly, “Leave quickly while I still have patience, otherwise…”

Songmu Feihua laughed lightly, “Otherwise what?”

Xue An looked at her with a slightly cold gaze, “Otherwise, I will send you on your way.”

Songmu Feihua didn’t understand until a sliver of sword light passed by her ear, directly cutting off the hairpin in her hair, letting her black hair cascade down.

Songmu Feihua turned pale with fear.

“You…”

Xue An lowered his eyes, speaking indifferently, “Don’t try to test me. I came to Country R only to find one thing. Once I find it, I will leave. But if anyone dares to stop me…”

“Then I will slay gods if they block my way and Buddha if he stands in my path!”

The lethal aura in those words made Songmu Feihua tremble slightly, rising from her seat in a distraught state, “Yes, sir!”

And then she fled in a panic.

An Yan set down her chopsticks, patted her stomach contentedly, and said, “So delicious! Honey, let’s go home!”

As if she hadn’t seen anything that had just happened.

Xue An smiled broadly, “Okay! Let’s go home!”

Songmu Feihua sat in the car, still trembling slightly, and watched Xue An’s departing figure with a look of terror.

Underneath this man’s refined and handsome appearance was a heart like a Tyrannosaur.

And what most haunted Songmu Feihua was Xue An’s indifferent and lofty gaze.

In front of his eyes, she felt as though she’d been stripped naked, her secrets laid bare.

“Family Head, where shall we go?” the driver asked.

“Back to the Jingdu club!” Songmu Feihua ground her teeth.

By the time she returned to the villa specially prepared for her by Takeuchi Kiyoko, the two little girls who had played all day were already sound asleep in Xue An’s arms.

Xue An placed the two of them on the bed and walked quietly out of the bedroom.

An Yan leaned her hands on Xue An’s shoulders, spoke coquettishly, “Honey, you didn’t eat. Are you hungry now?”

Xue An smiled, “What do you think?”

“Then I’ll go make you a bowl of noodles!”

Saying this, An Yan went to the kitchen.

Watching An Yan’s busy silhouette, Xue An felt somewhat moved.

Back in the day, when he returned home from work on the construction site, An Yan, regardless of her pregnant condition, insisted on making food for him.

Since life was hard back then, it was none other than a bowl of noodles.

But An Yan always secretly hid a poached egg in it.

That was the best thing they could afford at the time.

Thinking of this, Xue An felt an infinite sense of remorse.

This woman had given too much for him.

The noodles were quickly prepared, and An Yan even carefully chopped some green onions on top.

Xue An took a big bite, a familiar taste spreading in his mouth.

“Honey, is it good?”

Xue An nodded.

It was the best bowl of noodles he had ever eaten.

Only those who have experienced it understand, the best taste in life is simple pleasures!