The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 130 - 90: Upon meeting with the golden wind and jade dew, it surpasses countless mortal things_1

Chapter 130: Chapter 90: Upon meeting with the golden wind and jade dew, it surpasses countless mortal things_1

Qi Yuan transformed into a streak of light and began to explore the depth of the secret realm.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan’s gaze became fixed.

In the distance, he saw spiritual energy flowing like a stream around a crystalline coffin.

Vines from an unknown source hung precariously, seemingly pulling the coffin away at a slow pace.

In the coffin lay a figure deeply familiar to Qi Yuan.

Xiao Jia!

Upon seeing who was encased in the coffin, Qi Yuan gripped his kitchen knife, his entire mana condensed to its limits in an instant.

He swung his blade and the heavens and earth trembled.

This strike was far more powerful than the might of a dazzling sword.

The knife struck the vines attempting to haul the coffin away.

"Puff." Blood trickled from the corner of Qi Yuan’s mouth. However, the vines remained unscathed and even hastened their pace.

Qi Yuan’s eyes, once filled with assorted emotions, were now extraordinarily calm.

In that brief moment when he saw Xiao Jia, he was truly startled and overjoyed, and his mind had been in chaos.

But now in his calm state, he suddenly shouted, "We share the same robe!"

That’s right, he had activated his skill.

We Share the Same Robe, as long as Xiao Jia and he were in the same space.

No matter the distance, Xiao Jia would appear by his side.

Under Qi Yuan’s gaze, the indestructible vines suddenly snapped.

The crystalline coffin was flipped open, revealing a figure in a bright red wedding dress that seemed to have a life of its own, stepping on tangible spiritual energy.

All the vines shot up wildly, gripping and dragging Xiao Jia, as if attempting to carry her away.

However, she still steadily took steps toward Qi Yuan.

Her steps made no sound, yet they landed heavily on Qi Yuan’s heart.

The vines began to snap one by one.

The wedding dress appeared to be on the verge of collapsing.

"Stupid Xiao Jia," Qi Yuan softly called out.

He wielded his kitchen knife, striking at the vines with all his might.

The vines remained unresponsive, yet Qi Yuan continued his assault.

Xiao Jia’s steps were originally clumsy and unsteady, and the vines were now hindering her progress.

He knew how arduous these apparently simple steps were for Xiao Jia.

While Qi Yuan savagely chopped at the vines, Xiao Jia was making her way towards him.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and a self-deprecating expression flashed in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

"Your husband is still too weak."

Who knows how much time had passed.

As if transcending countless obstacles, she appeared by Qi Yuan’s side.

In an instant, crimson armor enveloped Qi Yuan’s body.

He stood almost a hundred meters tall, with blood-red barbs sprouting all over. At this moment, he looked like a compassionate god of death.

As Xiao Jia stretched her hand to him, their union was instantly cancelled..

Qi Yuan hugged Xiao Jia’s familiar frosty waist tightly.

A close-fitting wooden plaque was suddenly in his hand.

He watched Xiao Jia, who was still slumbering, a smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his lips.

He continued to hug Xiao Jia close, as if demonstrating the meaning of the words "close-fitting" on the wooden plaque.

He softly said, "I’ve been thinking that I might never see you again, or if I did, it would be after years and countless changes."

"The marriage registration office is already closed, the cooling-off period for divorce has passed, and I haven’t seen you so it seems we can’t get a divorce now."

"People always say that easily obtained happiness isn’t cherished. I feel that although not being able to get what you desire is indeed frustrating, you, who are within my grasp, are far more real."

"For me, it’s just been a few months without Xiao Jia, but how long has it been for her since she last saw me?"

When he woke on the Wangyue Continent, he was alone.

He hadn’t seen Xiao Jia, and We Share the Same Robe had not worked.

He had originally thought that to see Xiao Jia again, he would at least have to wait until he became a Yin God, capable of traversing the emptiness and visiting various realms.

He never thought that he would see Xiao Jia now.

It was easy to see her, and there was no horrifying shock, just simple happiness which filled Qi Yuan with joy.

This kind of surprise, easily obtained, was as if he could reach out and grab the first ray of sunshine upon awakening in the morning.

He embraced Xiao Jia and gazed at her slumbering figure quietly.

[The sleeping bride, the princess. She is your wife, whom you’ve carried over the threshold in a palanquin.]

[She might wake at any moment, or perhaps she is waiting for you to awaken her]

The information visible to his eyes was somewhat overwhelming this time.

"She’ll wake up." Qi Yuan gazed at Xiao Jia, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he mumbled to himself, "I’ve been single for so long that even seeing Xiao Jia’s wedding dress makes her appear delicate and pretty."

He held Xiao Jia, thought for a moment, and then dressed her in his own clothes.

After all, the creature that had been sealed in the crystalline coffin in the Celestial Dragon Wonderland had been seen by someone.

He did not want to expose Xiao Jia.

"Dressing a wedding dress in clothes is quite interesting."

He glanced at the crystalline coffin once more, and ultimately, while holding the slumbering Xiao Jia, he left the place.

...

"The Land of the Coffin!" Kang Fulu and Elder Li Xiao stood by the river, a sense of helplessness reflected in their eyes.

"If one doesn’t possess a method to enter the soul-stealing river, even a divine infant could potentially be lost in it!" Said Li Xiao, consumed with anxiety.

He had two reasons for staying here. One, to find Qi Yuan and escort him away, and two, to gauge the situation and thwart the Old Emperor’s conspiracy.

Otherwise, if they let the Old Emperor’s scheme succeed, the Light God Sect would face imminent danger.

Like the Sect Master, Li Xiao had spent his childhood in the sect and saw the sect as his home.

The two stood by the banks of the soul-stealing river, extremely anxious, but helpless.

"Qi Yuan must also be trapped by this river. If he’s unharmed, it’s a blessing."

"But where exactly is he?"

The two stood on the bank of the soul-stealing river, contemplating ways to cross it.

At the same time, they also activated their Dao techniques, launching several Dao cranes to search for Qi Yuan on their behalf.