Chapter 48 - 046 The sky is vast, the earth is distant, stepping across the wind (2-in-1)_2

"I won’t." Xu Chang’an smiled: "I’m not complaining, just thinking... I haven’t fully devoted myself to cultivation."

He didn’t have the slightest hint of inferiority, just speaking his mind to family.

Talking about the descending staircase.

"Miss always says... if I wanted, I could go back and farm with you, so she is my staircase, a retreat when I don’t want to strive anymore."

"You say I’m a staircase?" Yun Qian tilted her head, feeling the comb’s teeth pass over her head, nodding: "If you want to see the heavens, it’s simple."

"Send me to heaven?" Xu Chang’an’s fingers paused, recalling Yun Qian’s favorite female characters, all ruthless.

He sensed a feeling of crisis, coughed: "Miss, cultivation is very dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Yun Qian asked: "Will it lead to death?"

"Of course." Xu Chang’an took a deep breath, his fingers gliding through Yun Qian’s hair: "So... I will be cautious and more cautious."

He crossed several small realms to kill a Cyan-eyed Tiger, calculating and ambushing, avoiding entering narrow caves, using his only Demon-Exorcising Talisman... this is his usual state.

He absolutely cannot die.

If he died, what would happen to Miss Yun?

"If you died, no one would comb my hair." Yun Qian gazed at the boy’s reflection in the mirror.

Xu Chang’an thought for a moment, said: "Maybe someone will take my place in the future."

"You think so?" Yun Qian frowned.

"Of course not, I don’t want to die." Xu Chang’an said seriously: "Your husband is a very selfish person."

Yun Qian turned her head, staring at Xu Chang’an’s face.

The only one who can comb her hair is the person before her.

"Miss, why are you looking at me like that?"

"People die when they are killed."

"Very profound words."

"But you’re different." Yun Qian felt Xu Chang’an’s fingertips brush her earlobe, saying seriously: "You won’t die."

"What do you mean? I’ll live forever in Miss’s heart?" Xu Chang’an said helplessly: "Everyone will die, I’m no different."

Yes, he indeed is a transmigrator, with memories of a past life, and an awakened system.

But he can’t think of himself as unique, as the protagonist of a novel.

Such people often don’t know how they die.

In life, you can avoid many things, but you cannot escape life and death.

"..." Xu Chang’an continued combing Yun Qian’s hair, feeling the conversation with his wife was an enlightening exchange.

After finishing, he placed the comb on the dressing table.

Gathering a strand of Yun Qian’s long hair, skillfully wrapping the satin ribbon around his right thumb and ring finger, creating a flower, lifting his left hand, the black hair threading through the white satin, then curling his arm, tugging gently, forming a neat bun.

Yun Qian thought her husband was attentive, and quite liked by girls.

Having a sense of crisis is important; she lacks that, hoping Xu Chang’an finds enjoyment in cultivation.

Actually, Yun Qian has wondered if the girls approaching Xu Chang’an might evoke jealousy and crisis, letting her experience a completely different emotional experience, but the answer is no.

Probably because Xu Chang’an’s eyes have always seen only her.

"If you were a bit more flirtatious, I might be happy." Yun Qian said.

"?" Xu Chang’an paused, then didn’t respond to Yun Qian, feeling quite helpless.

What is his mind thinking about every day?

...

Outside, a light rain suddenly began, changing the day to night, with a bright moon hanging high.

Xu Chang’an withdrew his gaze, said: "It’s getting late."

"Time to sleep?" Yun Qian looked at him.

"...I mean, I need to return to where I should be." Xu Chang’an said seriously.

"Where should you be?"

"Definitely not on this island."

Xu Chang’an thought this dream was quite necessary, perhaps when Yun Qian spoke about returning to the island, it stirred his heart, leading to such a dream.

Life on the island was stable and warm, but after truly returning with Yun Qian, he realized he wouldn’t stay here.

This was a significant dream, further strengthening his determination to cultivate.

"I understand." Yun Qian stood up, hugged Xu Chang’an tightly, arms strong as if trying to merge him into her body, but her strength was small, seeming very gentle.

"Go ahead, have fun."

"Cultivation isn’t fun, also I’ve mentioned, Miss sometimes... really seems like a mother." Xu Chang’an’s eye twitched slightly.

He’s definitely not her son.

Rather, when caring for Yun Qian, he feels like an old father.

"What are you saying." Yun Qian nudged him, at this time the dream world entered night, the lights reflecting on Yun Qian’s face.

Xu Chang’an relaxed with a smile, thinking it doesn’t matter what is said in dreams, as the real Miss Yun won’t hear it.

"Good night, Miss, good night."

"Good night."

...

The light rain pattered, the clouds did not disperse, the sky darkened, the bridge connecting dream and reality gradually shattered, turning into light, scattered into the rain.

Xu Chang’an left.

But the dream world didn’t collapse, instead, it shifted from night to day.

Yun Qian walked barefoot downstairs, entering the study where Xu Chang’an awoke, calmly looking at the table littered with Xu Chang’an’s youthful squiggly handwriting.

Clearly, this is not only his dream but also Yun Qian’s dream.

She went to the stone table by the courtyard stream, picked up a novel Xu Chang’an later wrote about heroic lovers.

Compared to its youthful scribbles, at this time, Xu Chang’an’s writing began forming, the first part with carefree strokes, later growing gentle and delicate.

This is his growth, Yun Qian found watching the growth of someone you like more interesting than anything.

"Heroic lovers..." Yun Qian sat on the stone stool, dipping her foot into the water: "Chi Lian Fairy and Young Master Lu shouldn’t be called heroic lovers."

Who knows, as Little Dragon Girl watched Yang Guo grow day by day, what was she thinking.

Yun Qian stretched lazily.

She too should cultivate, to travel the Cultivation Realm with Xu Chang’an as a normal person, that should be interesting.

It’s not that she was interested in cultivation.

Just that being together is better than guarding an empty house.

...

On Muyu Peak, Xu Chang’an slowly opened his eyes, rising from the pillow, his gaze clear.

"It’s still night."

He felt he spent a long time in the dream, yet reality hadn’t elapsed much.

"Breakthrough successful." Xu Chang’an’s eyes flickered with some fluctuation, then gradually steadied.

His body’s surface bore no dark dirt or impurities, the same before breakthrough as after.

He could clearly feel he was reborn, without using spiritual power, his sight surpassed previous pupil techniques, his vision now on a different level.

His body felt lighter by tenfold, without any post-breakthrough fatigue.

Xu Chang’an took the wooden sword from the wall, entered the yard, and spiritual power burst forth.

"Force Drop!"

Xu Chang’an quickly swung the sword diagonally downward, a silver sword qi speeding out.

His body slowly slid leftward by a few steps.

Time seemed to accelerate suddenly, he appeared abruptly in front of his released sword qi.

Toe lightly tapped, body twisted, under inertia, twisting force, precisely slicing the sword qi cleanly.

"...Hmm."

Speed, strength, and control over his body were entirely on a different level than before, a casually released sword qi matching the power he used to accumulate in a quarter-hour.

This is the Open Source Realm, before he probably couldn’t withstand even a casual sword now.

...

At the same time, several women gathering on a boat over Muyu Peak’s small lake.

"He’s finally open sourced."

"Don’t know the characteristic of his spiritual power, it should be water... perfect for me to teach."

"I’ll teach, he has talents in cultivating Inner Realm."

"He likes swords, I’m a Sword Cultivator, I should."

"That’s a Sword Dance, having a man dance?"

"Isn’t Sword Dance still a sword?"

"Why argue, once open sourced, let him join the Inner Sect trial, let him choose himself."

"...True."