Chapter 38: Right Under That Stone

The ancient city’s morning carried the scent of jade dew, and the vendors selling breakfast were already shouting.

Coachmen and workers bustling for their livelihoods; in the early morning of a new day, perhaps due to excessive activity last night, no dissolute young masters were seen, and the entire Luo City was immersed in simplicity and tranquility.

Leaving the Flower Fox Workshop, Jiang Qingshang walked along the streets of Luo City, holding a small bundle in her arms.

Relying on her body’s memory to walk, Jiang Qingshang, with her head bowed, was deep in thought. Chu Yaoyao’s words kept echoing in her ears.

Regarding the so-called difference between Immortals and Mortals, Jiang Qingshang had indeed considered this issue.

And for Jiang Qingshang, dealing with it was extremely simple.

In a year, she could simply give up being the Saintess of Zilin Holy Land, and after a hundred years, when that guy passed away, she could simply follow him.

Of course, another method was to search for his Reincarnation and then stay with him in the next life.

However, Jiang Qingshang preferred the first method, because she couldn’t stand life without him.

But how could only a hundred years with him be enough? Even if she found him in his next life, would he still be him?

Therefore, neither method was perfect. The best way was to let Lin Pei cultivate with her, becoming not just Dao Companions, but husband and wife.

The rootless fruit was the most important thing, and she absolutely had to obtain it.

But.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingshang couldn’t help but hug the bundle in her arms tighter.

Countless Mortals dreamed of becoming Cultivators, capable of dominating a region, but Jiang Qingshang knew that being a Cultivator wasn’t so great.

A so-called Cultivator is someone who snatches food from Heaven, acting Heaven-Defyingly. The Karma involved is too great. Even with her help, he would eventually encounter some trouble. Would he truly like such a life?

Before she knew it, Jiang Qingshang had returned to the courtyard entrance.

Shaking her head, she put her thoughts aside, took a deep breath, and gently pushed open the courtyard door.

“Lin Pei?”

Jiang Qingshang called softly.

“Husband?”

Jiang Qingshang called again, but still received no response.

Only then did Jiang Qingshang confirm that her husband must have gone to the academy for class and hadn’t returned yet.

As if she thought of something, Jiang Qingshang’s pretty face flushed red, and she quickly walked toward the room.

Pusing open the door, her eyes darted left and right like a thief. She quickly placed the small bundle on the table, then dove onto the bedding that held his scent, greedily inhaling his smell.

“Husband,” the young girl called softly, her longing like silk threads.

“Sigh, what should I do?”

Lin Xun, who was walking home from the private school, felt a bit melancholic.

The reason for his melancholy was also the rootless fruit.

Lin Xun naturally hoped his wife would become a Cultivator, so he could be with Qinger for thousands of years. How wonderful would that be?

But the problem was, although he was confident Qinger wouldn’t have to worry about cultivation resources, would Qinger be willing to become a Cultivator? Would she be willing to change her current way of life?

Moreover, how should he explain the matter of the “rootless fruit” to Qinger then?

Maybe he should just say he “picked up” two fruits, they each ate one, and accidentally became novice Cultivators together?

This method seems feasible.

But the premise must be based on Qinger’s willingness to cultivate. If Qinger doesn’t want to be a Cultivator… he wouldn’t dare abolish his own spiritual aperture.

It wasn’t that Lin Xun was reluctant to give up his cultivation.

Rather, Lin Xun had made too many enemies. Once he abolished his spiritual aperture, he would be a Mortal, and even Cultivators of the Middle Five Realms could deduce his location.

At that point, where would stability come from? He wouldn’t even be able to protect his wife, let alone speak of growing old together.

My head hurts. And are there even two rootless fruits?

Unable to figure it out, Lin Xun had already returned to his doorstep. Pushing open the door, Lin Xun immediately noticed something was off.

The clothes he had changed out of yesterday were washed and hung in the courtyard, the fallen leaves in the courtyard were swept clean, and even the stone table in the courtyard shone cleanly in the sunlight. Everything was so spotless and tidy.

Lin Xun’s lips curled up. He softened his steps and gently pushed open the room door. Sure enough, Qinger was lying on the bed, asleep, hugging his pillow.

With her gentle and continuous breathing, the girl’s long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her small mouth, with defined lip lines, was lightly pursed, making one want to bite it. Her fair and delicate skin seemed full of water, looking so supple and bouncy that it might jiggle with a light poke.

As he watched, Lin Xun slowly leaned down, wanting to take a bite while his wife was asleep. After all, they were an old married couple.

But just as Lin Xun was about to succeed, the girl slowly opened her clear and charming peach blossom eyes, blinking as she looked at her husband, whose mouth was puckered out.

Their eyes met, and the unsuccessful Lin Xun’s old face flushed red.

“Miss, it’s dark now. Please close your eyes, or it will be difficult for me, Lin Pei, the Great Flower Thief, to make my move.”

“Nonsense, it’s clearly not noon yet. Mmm.”

Just as the word “noon” was finished, the girl’s cherry lips happened to pout, and the successful Lin Xun bit down.

After a long time, having enjoyed the sweetness, Lin Xun slowly let go of the girl in his arms.

“Big Bad Guy.”

In her husband’s arms, the girl lowered her head, her forehead gently resting against his chest.

“Hehehe, there’s a saying in my hometown: If a man isn’t bad, a woman won’t love him.”

“Then have you been bad to other women too?” Jiang Qingshang asked softly.

This casual question, however, caused the images of other girls to flash through Lin Xun’s mind! Immediately afterward, fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Husband?” Noticing her husband’s accelerated heartbeat, Jiang Qingshang slowly raised her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed. “Husband, you didn’t do anything with other women while I was away, did you?”

“Absolutely impossible!” His intense survival instinct made Lin Xun’s brain CPU run at high speed. “Qinger, you know I’m too handsome! So before we got married, a few girls always tried to scheme against me! But I guarantee! You are the only one who succeeded!”

“Hmph, why are you so nervous? I’m not that petty.” Having received her answer, Jiang Qingshang turned her small face and leaned against Lin Xun’s chest.

Feeling that he had successfully fooled her, Lin Xun breathed a sigh of relief and hugged the softness in his arms tighter to calm the rollercoaster thrill he had just experienced.

“Husband… do you remember that big stone in our courtyard?”

After half an incense stick’s time passed, Jiang Qingshang slowly spoke.

“Hmm, what about it? What’s wrong with the big stone in the courtyard? It’s just ordinary, right?”

“If one day, Husband, you no longer want me, Qinger will tell you stories every day until Qinger is old and gray, and then we will be buried together, right under that stone.”

“Huh???”

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Recommending a Great God’s book~~~

“A Person in Tokyo Draws Cards to Conquer Demons”

Absolutely a masterpiece of the two-dimensional genre.

Those who like the card flow genre can check it out, you won’t regret it.