Half a month later, a beautiful palace rose from the ground amid the ruins of the Ink Moon Tribe. Lin Xuan had spent several days completing it all by himself. Such a feat sounded somewhat inconceivable, but for an immortal cultivator—one highly proficient in Five Elements spells at that—there was naturally nothing impossible about it.
It was merely a matter of expending a little effort.
Lin Xuan had even turned stone into jade, then gathered wood-attribute spiritual energy of heaven and earth and, with a transformation art, fashioned all sorts of furniture. It looked incomparably beautiful.
And the reason he had done all this was, of course, not because he had nothing better to do, but because although Peacock had half-refused and half-yielded, she had in the end agreed to dual cultivate with him.
This was a joy as vast as the heavens, something Lin Xuan had looked forward to for a very long time.
Although the two of them had already shared a bridal chamber before, this time there was not necessarily any need for flowers beneath the moon or drunken songs over wine. But for a husband to take good care of his wife was a duty bestowed by heaven. Lin Xuan was no green boy; he knew how he ought to cherish someone now. After several hundred years, they had finally reunited with great difficulty. Of course he understood in his heart. In all these years, who knew how much hardship Yuanyuan had suffered in the Human World? How could he still let her feel wronged?
The answer was, of course, no. Even if he could not give her a grand dual cultivation ceremony and invite the great powers of the Human World to attend, he still had to put some thought into the cultivation cave where