Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

In the backyard of Shoujing Hall on Dazhu Peak, Tian Buyi stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards the back mountain, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He muttered under his breath, "What kind of behavior is this... what kind of behavior is this! In broad daylight, pulling and tugging at each other, it's outrageous!"

Su Ru walked over with a tea tray, smiled upon hearing this, and handed him a teacup:

"Come on, weren't you like this when you were young? You still have the nerve to talk to kids like that."

"What's wrong with me!"

Tian Buyi blushed, took the teacup, and gulped down a large mouthful.

"I was much more well-behaved than them back then!"

"Yes, yes, you're well-behaved."

Su Ru sat down next to him, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at her husband's sullen face.

"I think Xiao Chuan and Ling'er are doing quite well. They're young people, what's wrong with them being lively?"

And then there's Xueqi, who, though aloof, is truly devoted to Xiaochuan.

Xiao Bai and Linglong were both genuinely kind to him.

"As long as Xiaochuan is happy, they're happy too. Why should we, as elders, worry so much?"

Tian Buyi snorted but didn't say anything, though his brows relaxed a little.

He then looked towards the back mountain, where he could faintly hear Jiang Xiaochuan and Tian Ling'er laughing and joking (although Lu Xueqi had interrupted them earlier), as well as the voices of several other women.

Although he thought the kid was really outrageous, Su Ru was right, at least they were all quite happy.

This kid, sometimes fools have all the luck.

He shook his head, took another sip of tea, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

Su Ru looked at him, her smile deepening.

She reached out and gently took Tian Buyi's hand, which was resting on the stone table.

Tian Buyi's hand stiffened, but he didn't pull it away. However, a suspicious blush quietly appeared on his usually stern black face.

Qiwu Village presents a completely different scene.

Jiang Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on a bamboo mat under the eaves, holding an old book in his hands, reading it with great interest.

This was found by Linglong for him; it was a collection of miscellaneous notes about ancient mythical beasts and exotic flowers and herbs, recording many incredible legends and anecdotes, much more interesting than the proper Taoist scriptures in the Qingyun Sect's library.

Linglong sat opposite him, quietly making tea.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, with a unique rhythm that brought peace to the heart.

On the small stove, the water in the earthenware pot gurgled and steamed.

Long Nianchuan squatted in the herb garden next to him. This time, instead of playing in the mud, he hugged a blue stone that was bigger than a millstone, lifting it up and down gently, then lifting it up again, having a great time, and making "heave-ho" sounds.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes twitched as he watched.

The Beast God is indeed the Beast God; his strength and physique... he's a real behemoth!

It's true... he's ridiculously handsome.

That face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, yet its eyes were as pure as a child's. The combination created a striking contrast that made it impossible to look away.

But after watching for a while, you get used to it. Anyway, Nianchuan is simple-minded and very attached to both him and Linglong.

"Young master, the tea is ready." Linglong pushed a cup of tea in front of him, its aroma delicate and elegant.

"Thank you, Miss Linglong." Jiang Xiaochuan put down his book, took the teacup, blew on it, and carefully took a sip.

The tea soup is clear and bright, slightly bitter at first, but sweet in the aftertaste. A warm current flows down the throat, making the whole body feel comfortable.

"Great tea! Every time I come here for tea, I feel especially at ease and comfortable."

Linglong smiled faintly, picked up a cup herself, and slowly sipped it. "I'm glad you like it, young master."

The warm sunlight shone in the courtyard, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

As Jiang Xiaochuan sipped his tea, he looked at Linglong's serene profile and then at Long Nianchuan, who was happily playing with stones beside him. The irritability and embarrassment he felt due to his unsuccessful cultivation or being "harassed" by Lu Xueqi, Xiaobai, and Tian Ling'er gradually dissipated.

Time here seems to flow exceptionally slowly and quietly, making you want to just sit here and not think about anything.

"Nianchuan, stop playing around and come have some tea." Linglong beckoned to Long Nianchuan.

Long Nianchuan obediently put down the big stone, patted the dust off his hands (actually, there wasn't much dust), and happily ran over. He took the teacup Linglong handed him, not afraid of the heat, and gulped it down in one go. Then he stared longingly at the snacks in Jiang Xiaochuan's hand.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and pushed the plate of snacks over.

Long Nianchuan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out like a hamster.

Linglong looked at him with eyes so tender they seemed to melt, and poured Jiang Xiaochuan another cup of tea.

A thought suddenly popped into Jiang Xiaochuan's mind:

If things could stay like this forever, it would be pretty good.

Peaceful, warm, with someone by my side, someone who cares about me.

He shook his head, suppressing the greedy thought.

Having all this is already an immense blessing; I can't ask for more.

It's time for "group activities" again on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak.

This time, everyone was present.

Lu Xueqi sat cross-legged on a boulder by the waterfall, surrounded by a chilling aura. The moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals that fell down softly.

She seemed to be deliberately distancing herself from others.

Little White lay lazily on a flat rock, basking in the sun. Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be asleep, but the half-smile on her lips showed that she was quite awake.

Tian Ling'er stood by the pool, using an amber-red silk ribbon as a whip to strike the water's surface, practicing controlling her strength. Water splashed everywhere, creating tiny rainbows in the sunlight.

She occasionally stole glances at Lu Xueqi, who was meditating, and Xiao Bai, who was sunbathing, and then looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was practicing swordsmanship with a bitter face, and pouted.

Linglong sat under the shade of bamboo. This time, instead of brewing tea, she was mending a garment. Judging from the style and size, it belonged to Long Nianchuan.

Long Nianchuan lay down at her feet, watching her thread the needle with curiosity. Every now and then, he would reach out his big fingers to touch the needle tip, but Linglong would gently slap them away.

Jiang Xiaochuan continued to grapple with the starting stance of the "Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique" in the center of the open space.

This time he learned his lesson and kept his distance from Lu Xueqi, afraid that something "accident" might happen again.

He muttered incantations, pointing his Snow River Sword at the sky as he tried to channel his spiritual power.

This time it seemed to go a little better. A small, crackling ball of electricity condensed at the tip of the sword. Although weak, it lasted longer than before.

"Wow, you've improved, Chuan Chuan."

Xiao Bai opened her eyes at some point, lying on her side with her hand propping up her head, looking at him teasingly, "Want me to 'unblock' your meridians again? I guarantee you'll get twice the results with half the effort~"

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand trembled, and the lightning at the tip of the sword went out with a "poof." He glared angrily at Xiaobai: "No need! I'm perfectly fine!"

"I think so too, his face is flushed and he's breathing heavily, full of energy." Xiao Bai laughed even harder.

"You!" Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless with anger.

Tian Ling'er put away the Amber Crimson Silk, ran over, and said with a grin:

"Xiao Chuan, don't listen to her! Come on, I'll teach you a method. My dad said that to practice this move, you need to be free of distractions and let your mind be one with the sword. Why are you always thinking about that lightning? Think about how to release the power!"

"Easy for you to say."

Jiang Xiaochuan muttered to himself, but still followed Tian Ling'er's advice and tried not to focus on the tip of the sword, but instead to feel the flow and burst of spiritual energy within his body.

Lu Xueqi slowly opened her eyes, glanced over, said nothing, and then closed them again.

The chill around him seemed to have lessened a bit.

Linglong raised her head, glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at Xiaobai and Tian Ling'er, smiled slightly, and lowered her head to continue sewing.

Long Nianchuan suddenly got up, ran to Jiang Xiaochuan's side, and imitated him. He picked up a twig, pointed it at the sky, and made "hey ha" sounds. He looked adorable.

Jiang Xiaochuan was amused by him, and his mood relaxed a lot, allowing him to concentrate on practicing again.

This time, the lightning on the sword tip brightened a bit, though it was still faint, but at least it was more stable.

The sun shone warmly, the waterfall roared, water splashed everywhere, and rainbows appeared and disappeared by the pool.

Some people were meditating, some were sunbathing, some were practicing swordsmanship, some were playing around, and some were sewing.

Although no one spoke, the atmosphere was strangely harmonious, even a little... cozy?

At least that's what Jiang Xiaochuan thinks.

Although Lu Xueqi always urged him with a cold face, Xiao Bai always teased him, and Tian Ling'er would tease him from time to time, they were all here.

Linglong is always quiet and gentle, while Nianchuan is honest and adorable.

These days, though noisy and chaotic, are... also quite happy.

As he practiced his swordplay, he would steal glances at this person and that person, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

Although Xiaobai had her eyes closed, her divine sense covered the entire area. Noticing his little movement, the corners of her mouth curved into a deeper smile.

Tian Ling'er was playing in the water by the pool, humming an unknown tune.

Lu Xueqi's meditation posture seemed to have relaxed a little bit.

On the other side, under the old locust tree outside the kitchen of Dazhu Peak, He Dazhi, Du Bishu, Zhang Xiaofan, and Lin Jingyu sat together. On the stone table in the middle was a dish of salted peanuts and a pot of coarse tea.

Du Bishu grabbed a handful of peanuts and peeled them as he said, "Have you noticed that Lao Qi seems pretty happy lately? He's always smiling."

He Dazhi slowly took a sip of tea:

"How could I not be happy? Junior Sister Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak comes to 'guide' his cultivation every day."

That junior colleague also often comes to "visit".

And then there's our junior sister, who's always following him around.

And that clever young lady was also very polite to him. Tsk tsk, what a blessing to have two wives!

Zhang Xiaofan smiled innocently, said nothing, and quietly peeled peanuts.

He joined the sect late and was the youngest. He didn't talk much and just focused on working and cultivating.

Lin Jingyu frowned. He wasn't interested in these sentimental topics; he was more concerned with the way of the sword.

"Senior Brother Jiang's starting stance for the 'Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique' seems to have made some progress. However, the flow of spiritual energy is still slightly sluggish."

After he started practicing, he showed amazing talent and passion for swordsmanship. Apart from necessary lessons, eating and sleeping, he spent almost all his time practicing swordsmanship. He was completely oblivious to matters of love and sex.

Du Bishu rolled his eyes at him: "Hey, Eighth Brother, can you stop thinking about sword practice all day? Can't you have some fun? Look at Seventh Brother, that's what life is all about!"

He Dazhi smiled and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. It's a good thing that Junior Brother Jingyu is so devoted to the sword. It's also a good thing that Junior Brother Xiaofan is so steady and diligent. As for the seventh brother..."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "As long as he's happy. Anyway, neither Master nor Mistress said anything."

Lin Jingyu nodded, no longer participating in the topic. He pondered the few points where the spiritual energy flow was not smooth that he had noticed when watching Jiang Xiaochuan practice his sword, thinking that he would find an opportunity to discuss them with him later.

Zhang Xiaofan continued quietly peeling peanuts, occasionally glancing up at the direction of the back mountain, a simple smile appearing on his honest face.

His seventh senior brother treated him very well, and when his seventh senior brother was happy, he was happy too.

As for anything else, he didn't think much about it.