"Primordial Violet Qi." He spoke indifferently. Then he drew back his wrist and returned that wisp of violet light to his sea of consciousness. "But it governs the Dao of slaughter, which conflicts with your temperament. Once I find the fragments of the Jade Slip of Fortune, I'll definitely seek a law that matches your origin."
Feng Yanran's heart warmed, as if a spring breeze had swept across an icy plain. Unable to resist, she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips again. This kiss held no restraint, burning like fire and lingering like rain, as though she wanted to melt her entire heart into his flesh and blood. A wisp of springtime quietly spread, and even heaven and earth fell silent.
That kiss severed all hesitation, allowing their hearts to fully connect. Su Yang finally admitted that, without realizing it, her image had already taken deep root in his heart. Feng Yanran, meanwhile, finally cast off her burdens. Her mind became clear, and her cultivation surged through its shackles, ascending in one step to the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!
She still clung to him, her jade arms wrapped around his neck and her cheeks faintly flushed. In a coquettish voice, she asked, "Husband, do you think I should cultivate Hongjun's method of severing the Three Corpses?"
After they had made their feelings clear, an additional bond had formed between them. Her concern for him ran deep, and her eyes were always glued to him. He appeared calm on the surface, but the surge in his heart at that moment could not deceive him. She had already carved her mark into his destiny.
"The Dao of the Three Corpses can be cultivated or abandoned by you," Su Yang said blandly.
Feng Yanran knitted her delicate