Chapter 1271: Chapter 697: Qingying Year 24 (Double-Length)
The boundless blackness remained boundless, and the road beneath their feet showed no undulations; they were like blind people groping in the vast night.
Chen Yi didn’t know where Yin Tingxue wanted to go.
If one were to carefully sort through the conversations between the two of them, the points of suspicion grew ever more numerous. Even in this World of Ignorance, it was truly strange.
"Little Fox," Chen Yi suddenly spoke.
Yin Tingxue instinctively stopped in her tracks, but upon realizing, she thought she shouldn’t have stopped because she wasn’t really the Little Fox.
This nickname was truly unpleasant.
As if she were still young.
To avoid being so obedient, she deliberately took two steps forward before halting again and said:
"Are you calling me?"
"Who else would ’Little Fox’ refer to if not you?" Chen Yi chuckled. "I haven’t seen any other foxes."
Yin Tingxue’s eyes flickered with disdain.
The words carried his usual ambiguity. This person always liked this, making it seem as if he was only with you in this life, giving up all other soulmates. If not for fate, he would hold your hand for a lifetime... what nonsense, what was she even thinking...
Some baseless thoughts flooded her mind without reason. Perhaps this was what her mother called an ignorant thought. Yin Tingxue took a deep breath and discarded it.
"Speak if you have something to say, don’t dawdle." Her tone was not kind.
Chen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows. Yin Tingxue’s demeanor was much more fiery than before, and he didn’t know where he had stepped on her fox tail.
Chen Yi pondered to himself, considering the current dire situation, and still directly asked: "Are you... a virgin?"
Donggong Ruoshu found it strange upon hearing this. They were already married, how could Yin Tingxue still be a virgin? He had personally witnessed their marriage.
She turned her head and saw Yin Tingxue visibly freeze for a moment, without a trace of the shyness and annoyance a woman should have. Instead, her face turned slightly pale as if she had touched a memory.
After a long while, an angry and embarrassed reply came from the other side,
"I teach the Saintess, whether I’m a virgin or not, no one except the Ming Venerable can defile me."
Chen Yi blinked and wisely said no more.
"If you dare speak such reckless words again, don’t blame me for turning against you."
Throwing out this harsh remark, Yin Tingxue turned back holding the sword, walking with large strides into the deeper parts once more.
Chen Yi followed closely behind, his gaze falling on Yin Tingxue’s still somewhat rigid back, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the sword hilt.
Her reaction just now was almost a blatant attempt to cover up. The Little Fox from a past life was, after all, not very cunning and couldn’t hide anything from him, nor could she control him.
Judging from the previous words, the only explanation for her inability to open that door was that she was no longer a virgin.
This conclusion suddenly tied Chen Yi’s thoughts into a knot.
If she was truly from a past life, the Yin Tingxue who pursued him relentlessly for days and nights, she was undoubtedly of pure and chaste character, something he was very clear about.
And according to Zhou Yitang, with the Heavenly Dao restarting, everything resets... how did the past her lose the Primordial Yin?
Yet if she wasn’t the Yin Tingxue from a past life, why did she have such clear memories from that life?
The human mind cannot imagine things never seen before. He, Chen Yi, couldn’t conjure up experiences and memories belonging to the past Yin Tingxue that he didn’t know about; that couldn’t be simply explained by wishful thinking.
Suspicious points were like scattered pearls; he could vaguely see the lines but couldn’t find that key thread to string everything together. His thoughts were trapped in a dead end, unable to find direction.
A sense of inexplicable irritation surged to his heart. Why waste energy guessing here?
Chen Yi suddenly had an impulse; why not break the jar, so to speak, and find out if she’s Yin Tingxue, even which Yin Tingxue, by pressing onward with a direct approach?
Whether she is or isn’t, which version of her she is, the most straightforward way is to act boldly. Some reactions and habits are ingrained in one’s bones, regardless of how memories may be scrambled or identities disguised, the body often doesn’t lie.
Chen Yi reflected, glancing around, but being in this place, is it the right time to do such things?
No matter how he looked at it, it wasn’t the right time. No matter how anxious, he couldn’t lose reason.
As they continued deeper, the darkness beneath their feet seemed no longer absolute, the sense of spatial boundaries gradually became clear.
Invisibly, the walls on both sides quietly narrowed, making the passageway seem progressively narrower, as if leading them somewhere. Chen Yi immediately perked up, sharply capturing this subtle change.
At the same time, he noticed that Yin Tingxue, walking ahead, had at some point slowed her pace and even seemed somewhat hesitant.
What lay ahead?
Chen Yi slightly narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the sword hilt.
After walking a little longer, the scene ahead suddenly opened up.
It was not suddenly bright, but a kind of old, yellowish dim light silently melted the surrounding darkness, unfurling like a faded painting.
An ancient street abruptly appeared in front of them.
The wet, shining bluestone pavement was flanked by wooden houses and shops. Dim lanterns hung under the eaves, silhouettes of people hustling about, with whispers and vendor calls faintly audible, presenting a seemingly ordinary bustling market scene, its contours faintly familiar.
Chen Yi’s pupils suddenly constricted.
This is...
Before he could sort out his thoughts, Chen Yi saw Yin Tingxue come to an abrupt stop, gazing at the street scene ahead.
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