Chapter 71: The Seventh Day's Feelings

  Dare or not, this is a question.

  Lin Huang rubbed his fingers together thoughtfully.

  He has read the complete book of the law of the gods. Indeed, it is a unique and bold work that inspires people to think beyond their limits.

  This divine law seems strange, but it is actually a thorough understanding of human nature. As the saying goes, after intense passion comes residual embers. The cultivation of this divine law requires dual cultivation between male and female, each holding onto a thread of emotions, from then on becoming each other's furnace and cauldron.

  Concentrate a lifetime of love into one furnace, tie it to one body, from then on they become the last bit of attachment in the mortal world, using sentiment to control insensibility, saying that there is no sentiment yet there is sentiment.

  What's even more wonderful is that this divine method only takes seven days to cultivate. After seven days of passionate love, all kinds of fervor will condense into a kind of affection, and from then on, the heart will be as clear as ice, with no further entanglements between each other, unable to stir up emotions; otherwise, the condensed affection will backfire, and one's cultivation for their entire life will be transformed into the other person's spiritual nourishment.

  That is to say, as long as the seven-day emotional love, Lin Huang can abandon all emotions and walk on the road of ruthlessness, and the path to becoming a god will be boundless.

  This temptation was too great for Lin Huang. As for Xu Qingcheng's plan, Lin Huang also understood it.

  Xu Qingcheng did not expect Lin Huang to be counterattacked by the emotional kind, what she wanted was an opportunity to stand on an equal footing with Lin Huang, and she wanted to use the most vicious method to eliminate the shadow brought to her by Lin Huang.

  So resolute and decisive, Lin Huang couldn't help but admire him a little.

  "This is a great sage. This person has wolf-like ambitions and must have ulterior motives. The Great Sage should never agree."

  Lin Huang hadn't even spoken yet, but Xue Lingshuang loudly opposed him. Her gaze at Xu Qingcheng was full of shock, she thought herself to be decisive and ruthless, but compared to Xu Qingcheng, she felt somewhat inferior.

  To eradicate the shadow left by Lin Huang, Xu Qingcheng did not hesitate to serve the devil with his body, seeking a great liberation and freedom. Such determination shocked people's hearts.

  Yu Tianxia was also extremely surprised, looked at Xu Qingcheng without speaking, but in his heart he had a higher opinion of Xu Qingcheng.

  As a woman, to turn one's lifelong emotions and passions into a gamble, seeking fearlessness in her heart, is what great willpower and magnanimity look like, moving people to tears.

  Lin Huabai waved his hand, his eyes fixed intently on Xu Qingcheng. Suddenly, he smiled playfully and said, "You should know that the seven-day romance is not just about talking heart to heart or discussing emotions. The principles of human relationships are also a part of the true meaning of love."

  Xu Qingcheng felt a surge of embarrassment and anger in her heart. She had naturally considered and hesitated about this matter, but being bluntly exposed by Lin Huang still made her feel ashamed and indignant. Her cheeks flushed with a hint of redness. Xu Qingcheng calmed herself down, but her voice was trembling, "No need to say more, I naturally understand. The physical body is just a smelly skin bag, I only ask you, dare or not?!"

  "Haha, what's there to be afraid of?" Lin Hu laughed loudly and gave orders.

  "Get back, all of you! No one is allowed to approach within seven days. I will then join her in exploring the path of love."

  "You! Shameless!" Xǔ Qīngchéng was furious, the unyielding and ruthless way of cutting off emotions and desires that he had cultivated for so long, but when it came out of Lín Huāng's mouth, it was utterly unbearable.

  Lin Huang laughed even more wildly, waving his hand. "Very good, if you really are heartless and emotionless, without a single stir in your heart, I wouldn't dare to use you as a furnace or cauldron. This is for the better, this is for the better."

  At the flicker of a thought, everyone in the entire palace was expelled by Lin Huang for thousands of miles. For a time, within a thousand miles around, there were only two people left: Lin Huang and Xu Qingcheng.

  "Come on." Xǔ Qīngchéng completely calmed down, his expression pale and calm. "This divine law must be forged with a lifetime of infatuated passion to achieve the ultimate in emotions. You, don't suppress it."

  "Are you kidding me?" Lin Huang waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm absolutely more open-minded than you."

  Xu Qincheng clenched his fists, wishing he could punch Lin Huang hard. This bastard's words were really shameless and obscene, unbearable to listen to.

  "Alright. Let's start."

  Lin Huang waved his hand, his expression solemn. Xu Qingcheng let out a cold hum and didn't say much more, facing Lin Huang as they both extracted a strand of their own soul according to the law of the Kindling God's method.

  "A lifetime of passion, transformed into a single thread, entwining a lifetime, returning to a single furnace."

  The two of them chanted the incantation of the God of Kindness in low voices, their souls entwining and touching. Both of their bodies shook as if they had entered a beautiful dream, so familiar that it was like they had experienced it before in this life or the last.

  "I'm very curious, but how can seven days make me infatuated for a lifetime and pay out everything."

  Lin's soul was stirring, but his mood was extremely calm. He whispered a sentence, no longer suppressing himself, and his soul stirred, falling into a magnificent dream.

  "Was it all just a fleeting dream after all?"

  Lin Huang felt somewhat disappointed, as the palace in front of him was no longer there, but an ancient small town instead.

  The ancient style is vast and majestic, I don't know what era it is. The words are chewed and the characters are savored, with a feather fan and a linen kerchief. Lin walks expressionlessly through the streets paved with bluestone slabs.

  Light rain pattered down, misty and damp, shrouding the town in a veil of haze.

  The streets paved with bluestone, black glazed tiles dripping water droplets, pattering away. Holding a paper umbrella, a maiden dressed in elegant attire, a white-robed young girl walks from one end of the street to the other, innocent and carefree, occasionally stretching out her hand to catch the rainwater falling from the sky, getting her hem wet, her pale fingers lightly dancing, breathtakingly beautiful.

  Lin was taken aback and lost his smile, this woman was indeed Xu Qingcheng. Gone was the heroic and refreshing air under her short hair that reached her ears, her long hair now reached her waist, adding a touch of soft beauty. She twirled her paper umbrella and walked happily on the rainy street.

  Pedestrians hurriedly dodged the rain, but Xun Qingcheng greedily stretched out her hands, wanting to catch all the rainwater in her palms. Unfortunately, it slipped through her fingers in the end, visible yet ungraspable, just like the love she yearned for.

  Shaking his head, Lin Huang stepped towards Xue Qingcheng. If this divine law was just an illusion, he would rather be infatuated with it for a lifetime and pay the price of everything; that was absolutely impossible.

  "Huh?!" Lin Huang let out a soft exclamation, his hand passing directly through Xu Qingcheng's body, but Xu Qingcheng didn't notice him at all, continuing to splash in the rainwater, completely unaware that her skirt was getting wet, and kept moving forward.

  Lin Huang withdrew his hand, seemingly lost in thought, and followed behind Xu Qingcheng, silent.

  Suddenly, a careless young man appeared at the corner of the street, holding a book and running in the rain. Neither of them saw each other, and they collided with each other.

  She helped him pick up his book, he helped her hold an umbrella. They met, and it was a destined encounter.

  Lin's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't know what was going on, but he had enough patience to wander around the small town like a ghost.

  Lin Huang saw Xu Qingcheng skillfully adjusting the ladle, blushing as he sent over the carefully made pastries to that young man. He also saw that young man flipping through numerous books, writing poems and painting for Xu Qingcheng.

  Young people admire Ai, walking together naturally forms a channel.

  The young man no longer had a divided mind, and devoted himself to reading. Xu Qingcheng was skilled with her hands, managing the household chores, every day adding fragrance to the sleeves, watching the young man read. The days were simple and bitter, but passed peacefully.

  Day after day, Lin Huang seemed to be lost in thought, like a ghost hanging from the branch in front of the house, watching Xu Qingcheng and her love, just going on step by step in a dull manner.

  Watching them know each other, love each other, and spend a lifetime together in ordinary life.

  Finally, one day, the youth who had long since grown old and frail slept without waking. Lin Huang looked at Xu Qingcheng, whose hair was also white with age, feeling neither sorrow nor joy, and simply held the youth's hand, just as he had when they first held hands, leaned against his husband's chest, and closed his eyes.

  Hand in hand with you, I will grow old with you.

  This is the love Xu Qingcheng wants.

  Lin Huang seemed to have realized something, and when he looked again, he saw that the young man's old face had truly become his own in this moment. His heart shook, and he understood what it was, but suddenly his eyes blurred, and he fell into another dream realm.