Time flowed like water—especially when spent with the one he loved, it passed with extraordinary speed.
In the blink of an eye, three months had gone by. With love between husband and wife, flowers before them and the moon above, Lin Xuan had enjoyed every measure of tenderness and sweetness over these nearly hundred days.
Since stepping onto the path of immortal cultivation, this was the happiest stretch of days he had ever known.
It was hard to put into words—blissful to the extreme.
He even wished time could remain forever at this moment.
Of course, that was impossible.
And during these three months, Lin Xuan and his beloved wife had not spent all their time simply enjoying the sweetness of love. Dual cultivation was wonderful, but neither of them had forgotten the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world. In truth, after the first few days, the two of them had begun cultivating the Ink Jade True Spirit Art.
It was just as smooth as a fish finding water. Cultivating it went even more smoothly than they had imagined. As the saying went, lose at the eastern corner, reap at the mulberry and elm; the conditions for cultivating this secret art were harsh, yet once they were satisfied, there were no bottlenecks or shackles at all. Especially when the man and woman cultivating it were filled with love—the deeper that love was, the easier it became to cultivate this art. Only, this point had not been mentioned in the Jade Slip.
The remnant soul of the Golden-Winged Great Peng had already been refined away. Since the danger was gone, Lin Xuan naturally lifted the restrictions he had placed on her body. The present Peacock Fairy had once again recovered all her magic power.
Though she was only at the early