Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Large raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing up mud mixed with blood.

The wind whipped up the rain, slanting and soaking everyone's clothes.

Dozens of elite members of the Ghost King Sect formed a semi-circle, their black-clad figures appearing as a moving shadow in the rainy night.

Shuiyue gripped the sword, its tip still dripping blood.

It is the blood of the pine tree.

Lu Xueqi stood half a step to her side, the blue light of the Tianya Divine Sword flickering and reflecting on her slightly pale face.

The two stood back to back, with Cangsong kneeling on the ground between them, bleeding from his shoulders and calves, and Puzhi curled up on the ground not far away, barely breathing.

Ghost King Wanrenwang stood at the very front, his black robe soaked through by the rain, clinging to his body and outlining his sharp and powerful features.

He didn't look at Shuiyue, nor at Lu Xueqi; his gaze was fixed on Biyao. Biyao was looking in the direction of the grass temple, her light green clothes soaked through and clinging to her slender body. What was she looking for, or rather, who was she waiting for?

The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, with rain as the only sound, mixed with suppressed gasps.

Just then, a white figure appeared in the arena without warning.

It didn't fly in, nor did it walk in; it was like a ray of light condensed from the rainy night itself, appearing out of thin air.

Its whiteness was blinding, like a moon cast into a deep pool amidst the bloodstains and the heavy darkness of the night.

As the raindrops approached the white figure, they automatically slid away, as if there were an invisible barrier.

The newcomer wore a plain white dress, extremely simple in style, yet it outlined a breathtaking figure.

Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist, untied and unbound, the ends swaying slightly in the rain.

Her face was obscured by the misty rain and the faint light emanating from her own body, making it difficult to see clearly. One could only sense a breathtaking beauty that transcended age and status, carrying an ancient desolation and purity that rushed towards one's face.

Shuiyue's pupils contracted sharply, and her hand holding the sword tensed instantly. She hadn't even noticed when this person had approached!

Lu Xueqi's pupils dilated in shock. The Tianya Divine Sword emitted a clear, resonant hum, whether out of alertness or something else, was unclear.

She stared at the white figure, at the familiar silver hair, at the spotless figure even in the rainy night, and an absurd yet heart-stopping thought began to pound wildly in her mind.

Biyao turned her gaze back to the white figure. The acacia bell at her waist vibrated very slightly the moment the woman in white appeared, emitting a barely audible "ding". Biyao's eyes brightened and then dimmed, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to call out a name, but she held back with all her might.

The Ghost King Wanrenwang's brow twitched almost imperceptibly the moment he saw the white figure.

The Azure Dragon, You Ji, and all the elites of the Ghost King Sect behind him paused for a moment, instinctively adopting defensive postures.

The woman's appearance was too strange, and her aura... was even more unfathomable.

The white figure—Xiao Bai—slowly swept its gaze across the arena. It passed over the critically injured and dying Pu Zhi, over the subdued Cang Song, over Shui Yue and Lu Xue Qi who were on high alert, and finally stopped on the face of Ghost King Wan Renwang. Then, it shifted slightly and landed on Bi Yao beside him.

Her gaze lingered on the golden bell at Biyao's waist for a moment, and the corners of her lips curved slightly. Then, she raised her hand.

Her movements were slow and casual, as if she were brushing aside a strand of wet hair in front of her eyes.

But as she raised her hand, an invisible force instantly enveloped Puzhi, who was curled up on the ground.

Beside Puzhi, the dark purple bead that had rolled in the mud and was dull in color, the Bloodthirsty Bead, seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand, soaring into the air, passing through the chaotic rain, tracing a gentle arc, and landing steadily in Xiaobai's palm.

The bead felt cool to the touch, and a fleeting, menacing blood-red light flashed within it, but was easily suppressed by the faint white light flowing from Xiaobai's fingertips.

Shuiyue's breath hitched. Lu Xueqi's fingers tightened around the hilt of the Tianya Divine Sword. The Ghost King's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Xiao Bai, however, seemed to have picked up an ordinary pebble. She held the Bloodthirsty Bead in her hand, looked at it, and then, with a flick of her wrist, gently tossed it toward Bi Yao.

"then."

The sound was clear and cold, like jade striking each other, yet it carried an indescribable, lingering charm, penetrating the sound of rain and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Biyao instinctively reached out. The Bloodthirsty Bead fell into her palm, heavy and carrying the slightly cool touch left by Xiaobai's fingertips, as well as the chilling aura emanating from the bead itself.

She held the bead, looked up at Xiaobai, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—shock, confusion, realization, and a hint of…uncontrollable excitement and sorrow.

Xiao Bai stopped looking at the Bloodthirsty Bead and returned her gaze to the Ghost King's face, as if what she had just given him was not a treasure of the Demonic Sect, but a piece of candy.

"Wanrenwang." She spoke, addressing him by his name directly, her tone as indifferent as if she were greeting a long-lost... old friend? "Xiao Chi... how are you?"

The Ghost King shuddered! The muscles beneath his black robe tensed instantly, his gaze fixed on Xiao Bai filled with disbelief, horror, and scrutiny. "You…" his voice was dry, "You know Xiao Chi? You…"

Xiao Bai didn't answer his question. Instead, she continued in that calm yet slightly reminiscent tone, "Does she still like to daydream, just like before? She can stare blankly for ages at a flower blooming or a cloud drifting by?"

The familiarity in his words and the knowledge in his tone could not have been faked by a stranger!

The color drained from the Ghost King's face. He stared intently at Xiao Bai's hazy yet perfect face, trying to find even the slightest trace of familiarity, but to no avail.

But these few words were like a key, suddenly unlocking a long-forgotten corner of his memory. Fox Ridge Mountain… Xiao Chi's origins…

An even more horrifying and unbelievable guess, like ice water, instantly drenched his back.

"You..." The Ghost King's voice was extremely low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. His gaze unconsciously swept over the space behind Xiao Bai—where there was nothing, yet he seemed to be searching for something that didn't exist. "You are... Bai..."

"I am the White Fox." Little White interrupted him, her tone still calm, yet carrying a sense of certainty and conclusion.

The Ghost King's words caught in his throat. He looked at Xiaobai, at her eyes that were calm and still in the rainy night, yet seemed to see through the years and secrets, and swallowed all his words.

He understood. Some things cannot be asked, cannot be mentioned. Especially here, at this moment, in front of the people of Qingyun Sect.

Biyao gripped the Bloodthirsty Bead tightly.

She looked at Xiaobai, then at her father, and then back at Xiaobai. She knew "Xiaobai," no, she knew more than just "Xiaobai."

In the long period of waiting and entanglement in the previous life, "Xiaobai" was never an unfamiliar symbol in that person's life.

"Xiao Bai... Senior." Bi Yao's voice was a little hoarse. She tried her best to maintain her composure and asked the question that had been lingering in her heart ever since she met Xiao Bai, "Is... is he alright?"