Chapter 70: Unspoken Understanding, Sweet Sword‑Flight

No matter which Reincarnation Reflection Card, its power can at least reach the level of the Supreme Realm of the Nine-phase World.

The Supreme Realm is sufficient to be revered across a continent.

This is also the source of Lin Chuan's confidence and composure.

Lin Daoyou, where are you preparing to go?

Just after stepping out of the doorway, a few steps in, Yun Zhi Yi's voice came from behind.

Lin Chuan's steps halted.

He actually forgot this matter.

Xiao Qingmei Niangzi moved into his home, and now can properly inquire about some of his "personal matters."

As for Xiao Qingmei Niangzi's combat power, Lin Chuan can roughly guess; since she wasn't killed on the spot by Mo Sangyu in Demon Lord form, she must be at least a Supreme.

If he could bring Xiao Qingmei Niangzi along, perhaps he could save a trump card.

But doing so makes Lin Chuan feel like a jerk.

Taking one wife to rescue another—what kind of thing is that?

Lin Chuan wanted to refuse, yet couldn't find a suitable reason, because even if he refused, Yun Zhi Yi would still follow him in secret.

After all, in his wife's eyes, he is merely a rookie cultivator in the early stage of the Breakout Realm, constantly needing protection.

"Go out and gather some materials."

Lin Chuan reported truthfully.

Yun Zhi Yi smiled, "I've been idle these days with nothing to do, and happen to want to go out for a walk. I wonder if Lin Daoyou would be convenient to accompany me?"

"This… isn't really appropriate," Lin Chuan politely declined.

"If it's inconvenient, then never mind. I'm just alone in the courtyard bored, looking for someone to pass the time."

Yun Zhi Yi's tone added a hint of melancholy.

Lin Chuan: "……"

"Hey! Figure out our respective identities now!"

"We are in a proper Daoist Friend relationship."

"It's not a Dao Companion relationship!"

"Yesterday he was the aloof Daoist elder Qingyu, how did he wake up becoming a jealous little girlfriend?"

"If the Daoist elder truly wishes to go, it's fine."

Lin Chuan's heart and mouth were at odds, and a disingenuous remark slipped out.

"I want to go."

Yun Zhi Yi, almost seamlessly, was delighted like a love‑struck little girl.

"Then let's go together."

Lin Chuan reluctantly agreed, a bad premonition brewing in his mind.

If this continues, it will eventually develop in an uncontrollable direction.

If that fierce, explosive wife returns, it will be another Shura Battlefield, like an upgraded version of the eighteen‑layer furnace!

Yet the arrow is already on the string; he must fire, and Lin Chuan can't worry about so many things.

"Lin Daoyou, where do you want to go?"

Yun Zhi Yi wouldn't give Lin Chuan a chance to backtrack, "If the journey is long, I can sword‑fly; it will be much faster."

"Qingqiu Shi San Zhou."

According to Yan Beicheng's record in the third volume of the *Divine Spirit Compendium*, the most crucial material for reviving Tu Shan Jiao Jiao's soul lies in Qingqiu Shi San Zhou.

The name—Bright Soul Jade.

"You want to go to Qingqiu Shi San Zhou?" Yun Zhi Yi asked in surprise, "That's one of the Nine‑Tailed Fox Clan's strongholds."

Upon thinking it over, she felt relieved.

Isn't the pitiful wife on A Chuan, whose soul is only a fragment, a Nine‑Tailed Fox?

"I know."

Lin Chuan's expression grew a bit more solemn.

He has already consulted information on the Qingqiu Nine‑Tailed Fox Clan.

In the entire Nine-phase World, Qingqiu is a massive power, monopolizing nineteen states; Qingqiu Shi San Zhou is just one of them.

"Lin Daoyou, you certainly have a lot of nerve."

Yun Zhi Yi was somewhat displeased; to revive that fox's fragmentary soul, A Chuan managed to reach this step,

which made her both envious and worried.

Yet she had no reason to stop him, just as in the Blessed Land of Qingyu in that lifetime, A Chuan exhausted his life count, handing the world's qi fortune to

Having already enjoyed A Chuan's life‑risking protection, she naturally has no right to object; all she can do is stay by his side.

Having already enjoyed A Chuan's life‑risking protection, she naturally had no right to advise against it; all she could do was accompany him.

"May I borrow Lin Daoyou's treasured sword?"

"Isn't it just the sword from a past life?"

"Who doesn't have one?!"

Buzz!

The Yun Xin Shen Sword unsheathed, lifting the two of them.

Riding the Yun Xin Shen Sword together with his beloved again made Yun Zhi Yi's previously gloomy mood instantly brighten considerably.

"Lin Daoyou, your cultivation is still shallow; you may not withstand the violent fluctuations of sword‑flight through space. It's best to hold onto me."

"Ah?"

Lin Chuan was startled, "Hold… hold where?"

A flying sword traversing space—does that even exist?

My cultivation is low; don't fool me.

Lin Chuan seriously suspected that his overly close bodily contact with Mo Sangyu that day had caused Xiao Qingmei Niangzi to want to reclaim the situation.

A vinegar jar fermented for so many days, once overturned—can it not be sour?

Lin Chuan was still thinking when his foot suddenly stumbled; the flying sword shot forward a stretch, and caught off guard he could only lunge forward,

His hands instinctively embraced, wrapping around Xiao Qingmei's soft waist.

"Hold…"

"Hold tight, Daoist Friend, we're about to take off!"

Before the apology could be spoken, Yun Zhi Yi again commanded a flying sword to surge out, and Lin Chuan tightened his grip even more.

Hm?

This rhythm's off, huh?

"I've flirted with countless girls in dreams; how did I end up being flirted with in reality?"

"Or is this the ghost‑fire teen's usual trick for picking up girls?"

"But to be fair, this waist is indeed quite soft, seemingly a hundred times more comfortable than in dreams, fragrant and supple, the impact feeling extremely intense."

Lin Chuan enjoyed it, and Yun Zhi Yi, who commanded the flying sword, was also pondering.

"Does this count as meddling in someone else's relationship?"

"It probably doesn't count!"

"After all, they're all Past Life ties of A Chuan; this life A Chuan hasn't formally married, so naturally whoever grabs them gets them!"

"Moreover, judging by Lin Chuan's reaction, he probably harbors affection for her; even without memory, the feeling etched in the Tribe of the Spirits' soul won't be forgotten."

"Yun Zhi Yi quickly convinced herself, silently enjoying the beloved's embrace."

The two drifted like this, tacitly understanding.

"Qingyun Prefecture is a great distance from Qingqiu Shi San Zhou; even Yun Zhi Yi, at the Supreme realm, continuously commanding flying swords through space, still needs several days to arrive."

"After holding for a long time, Yun Zhi Yi's face suddenly flushed red."

"She felt Lin Chuan behind her continuously filling with vital blood, already a soul‑born closeness; a lone man and woman hugging this long, losing control is inevitable."

"Yun Zhi Yi could understand; not to mention the youthful A Chuan, when love runs deep, even she is about to melt like water."

"Memories drift in the mind, heart pounding, can the body not itch?"

"Fortunately, both have their own 'bottom lines' to uphold."

"Lin Chuan's bottom line is there; if he can't keep it, Demon Venerable Lady could probably twist both of his heads off."

"The seven days of torment and sweetness finally passed."

"Yun Zhi Yi's flying sword speed gradually slowed; after another space traversal, she descended onto a beautifully scenic land."

"Lin Daoyou, we've arrived."

"Oh… good!"

"Lin Chuan hurriedly let go; Yun Zhi Yi turned, the veil she had been wearing had vanished, and the two locked eyes."

"Yun Zhi Yi stared tightly at Lin Chuan, as if to see him through."

"Lin Chuan felt a thump in his heart."

"Damn!"

"In the end, still doubted!"