Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 355 Unforgettable
Suzaku used the Three Flame Release techniques all the way, following Nangong Zhuozhuo's guidance, and rushed to the East Sea without stopping.

Wang Shenlai's secluded residence was extremely well-hidden; apart from a few people who knew of Ling'ao Island's existence, it was difficult for anyone else to find it.

Fortunately, the Vermilion Bird had already summoned back the Immortal of Unenvy and absorbed most of the Path of the Painted Eyebrows, and was not far from the Dao Integration Realm, which is why it could use its supernatural powers so frequently.

In this way, the journey that Nangong Zhuozhuo and Ye Nianyi had taken so long to complete was actually finished by her in just two days.

Unexpectedly, the pageboy Jinglun, following his teacher's instructions, had been waiting for a long time on the shore of the East China Sea.

He transformed into a giant tortoise and stopped on the shore. There was no one living within a hundred miles, and few people came, so no one noticed this giant beast.

When the two beautiful figures arrived, Nangong Zhuozhuo hurriedly said, "Jinglun, Jinglun, quickly take us to Ling'ao Island, we have important business to discuss with you, Master!"

Jinglun said, "The master had foreseen this and ordered me to wait here. He told you to take the things and go back quickly. Yunyi will have his own plans once he sees the treasure."

After saying that, he spat out a jade box that was enveloped in spiritual energy.

Nangong Zhuozhuo took the jade box and asked, "Did Mr. Drunkard say anything else?"

Jinglun said in a deep voice, "Just tell Yunyi that this thing is called the Ascending-to-Distance Pill, and it can help him get out of this predicament."

Zhuque couldn't help but ask, "Sir, you already know what problem Yunyi is facing?"

Nangong Zhuozhuo said, "You're making a fuss over nothing. How many immortals are there in the entire Three Realms?"

"It's truly an eye-opener." Zhuque unusually refrained from arguing with Zhuozhuo.

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Flying Secret Realm.

Song Xinci's condition is deteriorating little by little, leaving Yun Yi helpless. He has tried many methods, but none of them have worked.

Zhi Lao Er spent all his savings on this, but unfortunately, none of those miraculous medicines worked against Song Xinci. It was like pouring more water on a cracked porcelain bottle; it was all in vain.

"Do you like to frown? I feel like you do it all the time..." Song Xinci was trying to smooth out the wrinkles between Yun Yi's brows.

Yun Yi said, "You still remember this?"

"I don't remember, it's just that seeing you frown makes me uncomfortable." Song Xinci looked calm and composed, showing no sadness. "Are you worried about me?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I... don't really want to talk about it."

"Tell me, I have a bad memory anyway, I might forget it before I even have time to feel sad."

Song Xinci moved her hands to Yun Yi's face, seemingly finding it amusing, and pulled his cheeks to make all sorts of funny faces.

Yun Yi let his wife do as she pleased without stopping her, and mumbled, "Your memory is getting worse and worse."

"Actually, it's not all bad. When I encounter unhappy things, I can forget about them quickly."

"Something bothering you? Can you tell me about it?" Yun Yi was somewhat surprised, as his wife had seemed rather ordinary lately.

"I've already forgotten." Song Xinci pinched Yun Yi's nose. "By the way, could you make a puppet?"

Yun Yi suddenly realized: "Great idea! Nangong Zhuozhuo thought of so many methods, but she overlooked this one."

He immediately took out a piece of precious wood from his Sumeru Ring, and summoned the Azure Lotus Sword, which he held in his hand, intending to carve a small statue of himself.

In this way, the wife could recognize herself through the puppet every time she woke up.

Unexpectedly, Song Xinci took the initiative to say, "I've suddenly changed my mind."

"Ok?"

"Will you teach me? I want to do it myself. If I forget about it after I fall asleep tonight, you must remind me to continue tomorrow." Seeing that she had made up her mind, Yun Yi knew that he could not persuade his wife otherwise, so he handed her the things in his hands.

The wood was rough and slightly prickly, while the Azure Lotus Sword was the size of a finger, cool to the touch, and quite comfortable.

Song Xinci tried it and said with a wry smile, "It seems to be much more difficult than I imagined."

Yun Yi embraced his wife and held her hands in his arms. "Take it slow, I'll teach you."

He gently held his wife's small hand, while Song Xinci held the Green Lotus Sword, first sketching a simple outline on the wood, and then forcefully shaving off a piece of wood shavings.

"Don't rush. Carving an image requires taking it one step at a time. First, create the outline, then add the details."

Song Xinci did want to seriously learn how to carve images, but now that she was being held in the arms of a "stranger," her thoughts were naturally difficult to calm down.

His body temperature, the feel of his palm, both strange and familiar, made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on the surface of the wood. Song Xinci wanted to look up at the sky, but Yun Yi pressed her head down with his chin, making her unable to move.

Song Xinci asked curiously, "Is it raining?"

Yunyi said, "No, let's continue."

Song Xinci strained to look up and saw that her husband's eyes were wet, as if a storm was brewing. She felt a sudden pang of heartache: "You...you've been crying?"

"..."

Yun Yi did not answer, but continued to control his wife's hands to shave off piece after piece of wood shavings. Before long, the puppet's human form began to take shape.

Then, the two seemed to have completely forgotten the tear from before, and became completely absorbed in the carving.

When you focus on doing something, time seems exceptionally "cheap".

The sun set and the moon rose in the blink of an eye. Yunyi heard his wife's belly rumble and was startled awake. It was almost night, so he quickly got up to cook.

Those who practice spiritual cultivation can abstain from food and drink, but modern Song Dynasty porcelain cannot do that.

She had originally planned to go and help, but when she thought of that tear, she stayed behind.

Clutching the half-finished puppet in his hand, he kept rubbing its rough edges, as if he wanted to smooth it out.

Song Xinci frowned inexplicably, touched her heart with her hand, and was suddenly enveloped by a sense of sadness that she could not extricate herself from.

She didn't know how long she had been like this.

Every time she saw Yun Yi, he was a stranger, and she had to get to know him all over again.

Fortunately, she always fell in love with the other person at first sight and then spent a carefree day with them.

But today, Song Xinci suddenly wondered if this kind of life was fair to Yunyi.
Is he suffering immense pain, yet has nowhere to express it?
The more Song Xinci thought about it, the sadder she became. Suddenly, she became flustered and, in a moment of panic, ran out of the immortal's residence and fell into the peach blossom forest not far away.

Here, peach blossoms bloom all year round, their petals falling in profusion, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

But now Song Xinci has no heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery. She is surrounded by a sense of powerlessness, as if all the negative emotions that have been accumulating for a long time have suddenly burst out.

She was hiding under a tree, and when Yun Yi found her, she was covered in petals.

Yun Yi asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Xinci turned her head away, unable to bear looking at him, "It's just that suddenly... I feel like I've let you down."

"How could you have wronged me? You sacrificed so many opportunities that others would dream of just to stay by my side."

"But you don't look happy," Song Xinci said, her voice trembling with grievance. "Did I do something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)