Go, Girl

Not only Li Qingjun—even Li Wuxian listened until circles swam in her eyes.

So all along, I'd thought there was some huge landmine from my past life lying in ambush, possibly fighting me for control, and that it was an awful thing. Turns out it had benefits?

This soul of mine had come through reincarnation. Did that make us relatives or not?

Even if it did, it didn't entirely count, did it? After all, there was another person hidden inside?

No, wait. If there was another person hidden inside, then when I was intimate with Master, was it me being intimate with Master, or her?

Was I cuckolding myself?

That was right! Wasn't that why Liusu had come? If Qin Yi did that with you, did that count as riding Yao Guang?

From the perspective of Dao cultivation, the flesh was no more than a skin pouch, a storage vessel. In essence, only the soul mattered. Li Wuxian and Yao Guang's souls were one and the same, not two separate people. At most, they were memories from different periods of one person, or different personalities. To a Dao cultivator, whether Li Qingjun and Li Wuxian counted as relatives was truly hard to say. At the very least, the Yao Guang personality would not acknowledge it.

This involved deeper philosophy. Liusu had no intention of debating the Dao with them or explaining matters too profoundly. If one thought too deeply about this sort of thing, one would either attain the Dao or go mad.

Seeing aunt and niece both utterly bewildered, Liusu struck while the iron was hot. "Qing Jun, you've changed."

"Ah... ah?" Li Qingjun stared blankly. "Wh-what changed?"

"Back then, when you liked someone, even your father's opposition was useless. You were ready to run away with him. How