Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Shuiyue came with Lu Xueqi. She noticed that Lu Xueqi had been restless these past few days and had secretly gone down the mountain, so she followed her.

She never expected to see this scene—the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique, a unique skill of the Qingyun Sect.

The one who used this move was from the Qingyun Sect.

Her face turned pale. Her hands were trembling.

She looked at the man in black, at the sword, at the familiar figure. She recognized him—it was Cangsong. Cangsong, the chief of Dragon Head Peak.

Why?

She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to act. She couldn't let Cangsong kill Puzhi, and she couldn't let Qingyun Sect bear the guilt of murdering the eminent monk of Tianyin Temple.

She gripped her sword tightly, ready to charge out.

Further away, on the hillside.

The Ghost King stood there, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him stood Qinglong, Youji, and dozens of elite members of the Ghost King Sect. They were all dressed in black, masked, with only their eyes showing.

Biyao stood beside him, her light green dress fluttering in the wind. She looked towards the grass temple, at the black mist, at the golden light, and at the churning thunderclouds in the sky.

Her hands were trembling. Not from fear, but from excitement. She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

She didn't know if Jiang Xiaochuan would come. He came in her past life, but would he come again in this one?

She wanted him to come, yet she also wanted him not to. She wanted him to come because she longed to see him. She wanted him not to come because she feared he would get hurt.

contradiction.

But she held back. She stared at the grass temple, her eyes unblinking.

Qinglong stepped forward and whispered, "Sect Master, shall we make a move?"

The Ghost King raised his hand, signaling him to wait. He was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting for Puzhi and Cangsong to be severely injured, waiting... for the Blood-Devouring Bead.

Inside the grass temple, Xiaobai stood in the shadows.

She arrived a long time ago. Jiang Xiaochuan sent her to rescue the villagers, and she came.

But she didn't rush to make a move. She was waiting, waiting for Puzhi and Cangsong to start fighting, waiting for everyone's attention to be drawn to them.

She watched Zhang Xiaofan run out of the grass temple and head towards the village. She watched Lin Jingyu being rescued by Puzhi, watched Puzhi being poisoned, watched Cangsong appear, and watched the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique.

She didn't move. She was waiting, waiting for the lightning to strike. She would wait until the lightning struck, when everyone's attention was on the sky, before making her move.

She looked up at the sky. The clouds grew thicker and thicker, the thunder grew louder and louder. A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating her face. Silver hair, white clothes, she was unrealistically beautiful.

She moved. Like a shadow, she silently drifted out of the thatched temple and towards the village.

The rain was heavy, pelting her, but she didn't get wet at all. The raindrops parted around her, like an invisible veil.

She drifted into the village, into the first house. The people inside were asleep, awakened by the thunder, and were about to get up to check.

Xiao Bai raised her hand, and a flash of white light appeared at her fingertips. The people in the room fell asleep again, sleeping soundly.

She drifted toward the second house, the third house… swift as the wind. Wherever she passed, everyone fell into a deep sleep, undisturbed by thunder.

She planned to put everyone in the village to sleep and then take them out to a safe place. This was what she had promised Jiang Xiaochuan.

She did it.

Lightning struck in front of the thatched temple.

The pine tree, like a sword pointing to the heavens, summoned down heavenly lightning. A thick bolt of lightning struck down, aiming for Puzhi. Puzhi gritted his teeth, raised the Blood-Devouring Pearl, and unleashed a burst of purple light, bracing himself against the heavenly lightning.

boom--!

Lightning and thunder collided, exploding with a shockwave that ripped the roof off the thatched temple and blew away the surrounding trees. Dust flew everywhere, and rubble flew in all directions.

Puzhi was sent flying backward, crashing through three trees before falling to the ground and spitting out another mouthful of blood.

The blood was black, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He couldn't take it anymore; the poison from the seven-tailed centipede combined with the blow from the heavenly lightning was too much for him to bear.

Cangsong also took a few steps back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was seriously injured, but he could still move.

He stared at the Bloodthirsty Bead in Puzhi's hand, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Right now.

Lu Xueqi moved. Tianya was drawn, its blue light flashing like lightning, piercing straight into the back of the pine tree.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time; she had been waiting for this moment when Cangsong was seriously injured and his mind was relaxed.

But someone was faster than her.

Shuiyue moved. Like a ray of moonlight, she drifted down from the tree, her sword flashing like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for the throat of the ancient pine.

She couldn't let Lu Xueqi take the risk; she had to capture Cangsong herself and get to the bottom of things.

Two sword lights, one in front and one behind, attacked the pine tree from both sides.

Cangsong was shocked. He hadn't expected that there were two people hiding in the shadows.

He turned around and swung his sword to parry. But his sword had just drawn in the heavenly lightning, so its power was greatly reduced.

Shuiyue's sword arrived first, piercing his protective aura and penetrating his shoulder. Lu Xueqi's sword followed, piercing his calf.

Cangsong groaned and knelt down. His black robe was torn open by the sword light, revealing a face—a square face, thick eyebrows, and a wide mouth. It was Cangsong, the leader of Dragon Head Peak.

Shuiyue landed, sword pointed at the pine tree's throat, his face as white as paper: "Why?"

Lu Xueqi also landed, and Tianya pointed at the back of the pine tree, his face also very pale.

She looked at the pine tree, at that familiar face, and her heart was in turmoil.

In her past life, she knew Cangsong was a traitor, but she didn't know he was planning to act so soon. In this life, she witnessed it with her own eyes.

Cangsong raised his head, looked at Shuiyue, looked at Lu Xueqi, and laughed. His laugh was ferocious, his laugh maniacal.

"Why?" he repeated, his voice hoarse, "Because the Qingyun Sect... deserves to die!"

The words had barely left his lips when a whooshing sound came from afar. Dozens of dark figures descended from the sky, landing around the thatched temple and surrounding everyone. They were dressed in black, masked, and exuded a chilling aura.

Ghost King Sect.

Biyao stood at the very front, her light green dress fluttering in the wind.

She looked at the kneeling pine tree, at the sword-wielding Shuiyue, at the sword-wielding Lu Xueqi, and at the dying Puzhi.

Then she turned her head and looked at the grass temple and the village.

She was looking for someone. Looking for that familiar figure, that familiar face.

But she couldn't find it.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't come.

She felt a void in her heart, as if a piece of her soul had been ripped out. But quickly, she straightened her back and looked at Shuiyue and Lu Xueqi.

"The head disciple of Xiaozhu Peak of Qingyun Sect, a genius disciple of Xiaozhu Peak." She spoke, her voice crisp but tinged with coldness, "You've come at the perfect time."

Shuiyue's face paled even more. She looked at the men in black around her, at Biyao, and at the Ghost King.

She recognized the Ghost King, Wan Renwang, one of the four great leaders of the Demonic Sect. She also recognized the Azure Dragon and You Ji. These were all elites of the Demonic Sect, none of them weaker than her.

On her side, there was only herself, Lu Xueqi, a seriously injured Puzhi, and a captured Cangsong.

Dangerous.

She gripped the sword tightly, her knuckles turning white. Lu Xueqi also gripped Tianya tightly, her hands trembling.

The rain was still falling, getting heavier and heavier. The thunder was still rumbling, getting closer and closer. The wind whipped the rain up, stinging my face.

There was a deathly silence in front of the thatched temple. Only the sounds of rain, thunder, and wind could be heard.

And murderous intent.