Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Xiao Bai finally focused all his attention on Bi Yao.

She looked at the girl in the light green dress, who looked particularly thin in the rain, yet whose eyes were stubborn and bright, and a faint, almost pitying, gentle look flashed deep in her eyes.

She didn't answer Biyao's question, but simply curved her lips slightly, revealing a faint smile that seemed to contain a thousand unspoken words.

That smile was more powerful than any words. Biyao understood, and her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but the sense of loss and unease in her heart did not completely dissipate.

He didn't come. He didn't come. In this life, he didn't even set foot on the outskirts of Grass Temple Village.

Xiao Bai looked at the Ghost King again, his tone returning to its previous indifference, even carrying a hint of casualness as if dismissing someone: "Alright, give me some face."

She raised her chin, gesturing to the Ghost King Sect members around her, who were on high alert, as well as Shuiyue and Lu Xueqi, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Let's go quickly. Here," she paused, her voice devoid of emotion.

"There's nothing to see here."

The Ghost King gave Xiaobai a deep look.

His eyes held lingering shock, sudden realization of the secret, and a weighing of the consequences of obtaining the Bloodthirsty Bead. Ultimately, all of this culminated in a decisive action.

Without further hesitation, he suddenly waved his hand.

"Walk!"

The command was swift and decisive. Qinglong and Youji did not hesitate and immediately made the hand gestures.

Dozens of elite members of the Ghost King Sect, just as they had arrived, skillfully folded into formation to protect the Ghost King and Biyao. They transformed into streaks of black shadow and disappeared into the torrential rainy night, quickly vanishing without leaving a trace.

In the last moment before Biyao was carried away by Youji into the air, she couldn't help but look back one last time.

The rain was heavy, and the area in front of the thatched temple was in a mess. The white figure still stood there quietly, as if it had never moved since ancient times.

She didn't look at Lu Xueqi or Shuiyue again, but pressed the hand holding the Bloodthirsty Bead tightly, tightly, against her heart.

The Ghost King Sect members arrived suddenly and left just as quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the heavy pressure in front of the grass temple vanished, leaving only the increasingly loud rain, the three members of the Qingyun Sect who appeared even more isolated, a dying Puzhi, and a captured Cangsong.

Shuiyue slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, tinged with the smell of blood, but her hand holding the sword did not loosen.

Her gaze was fixed on Xiaobai, filled with extreme vigilance and deep apprehension.

Able to frighten away the Ghost King's entourage with a single sentence, able to casually give away a treasure like the Bloodthirsty Pearl, able to know the Ghost King's wife's private habits... just who is this "White Fox"?

Lu Xueqi's face was even paler than Shuiyue's.

Her gaze was fixed on Xiaobai, especially his signature silver hair, his spotless white clothes, and his languid yet powerful demeanor...

A scene flashed wildly through her mind—Dazhu Peak, Jiang Xiaochuan's house, and that snow-white fox that always perched on his shoulder and held in his arms!

Those eyes that occasionally opened, so dark and bright, seemed to carry human emotions!

That's it! A white fox! A nine-tailed celestial fox! The fox he kept was also named "Little White"!

A chilling sensation shot up from her tailbone to the top of her head, instantly engulfing Lu Xueqi's limbs and bones.

She felt her blood freeze. Not just possibly, it was definitely freezing!

Jiang Xiaochuan was with her day and night, they slept in each other's arms, and perhaps... she dared not think any further.

My house was raided!

While he and Tian Ling'er were engaged in open and covert struggles and were wary of each other.

A fox, no, a nine-tailed celestial fox who has lived for countless years, possesses unfathomable cultivation, and has an unparalleled beauty.

She had actually infiltrated his life early on in that way, occupying the most intimate place in his life!

The impact of this realization was far more intense than when she faced dozens of elite members of the Ghost King Sect, even causing her hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.

Xiao Bai seemed oblivious to the almost tangible gazes of Shui Yue and Lu Xueqi.

After dealing with the Ghost King Sect, she seemed to finally remember that there were two Qingyun Sect members nearby.

She turned to the side, her gaze sweeping indifferently over Shuiyue before finally settling on Lu Xueqi's bloodless face, her eyes filled with horror, and lingering for a moment.

"The villagers of Caomiao Village," Xiaobai began, his voice still cold and indifferent, offering no explanation or pleasantries, but directly giving an answer.

"They're all in a cave 300 meters to the east. None are missing, they're just asleep."

After saying that, she stopped looking at anyone, including the dying Puzhi on the ground and the restrained Cangsong.

She turned around, and her pure white figure began to blur and become transparent in the torrential rain, as if it were about to melt into the rainy night.

"Wait!" Shuiyue couldn't help but call out, her voice tense, "Who exactly are you...?"

She didn't finish her question.

Xiao Bai's figure had completely transformed into a soft yet dazzling white light, soaring into the sky, piercing through the thick rain clouds and night, and disappearing into the horizon in an instant, leaving no trace. Only the raindrops falling from the sky proved that the breathtaking scene just now was not an illusion.

The rain fell even harder, washing away the bloodstains on the ground and the lingering eerie atmosphere.

Shuiyue stared at the direction where Xiaobai disappeared for a long time before slowly withdrawing her gaze, her face showing an unprecedented solemnity.

She glanced at the unconscious Puzhi, then at Cangsong, whose face was ashen and whose eyes were filled with resentment, and finally at Lu Xueqi beside her, who looked distraught and as if she had suffered a great blow.

"Xueqi!" Shuiyue called out in a low voice, startling Lu Xueqi from her chaotic thoughts.

Lu Xueqi suddenly snapped out of her daze and met her master's stern and worried gaze.

She bit her lower lip, tasting the salty, bitter flavor of rainwater and blood, forcibly suppressing the turmoil of emotions churning within her. Now was not the time to think about such things!

"Master?"

"Immediately fly back to Qingyun Mountain on your sword at top speed, go up to Tongtian Peak, and meet the Sect Leader!" Shuiyue spoke quickly and urgently.

"A report on the situation here: Cangsong has rebelled, attacking the monk Puzhi of Tianyin Temple with the intention of stealing the Bloodthirsty Pearl; a large number of elites from the Ghost King Sect have appeared, taken the Bloodthirsty Pearl, and retreated; also... the woman in white just now, is suspected to be... a Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, whose strength is unfathomable, and who seems to have a connection with the Ghost King Sect. The villagers have already been rescued by her. Please, Sect Leader, send reinforcements immediately and decide how to deal with Cangsong and heal the monk Puzhi!"

Every single one of these events is enough to stir up a massive wave on the righteous path.

The identity of Cangsong, the ownership of the Bloodthirsty Bead, the movements of the Ghost King Sect, and most terrifyingly—the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, which should have been suppressed under the Xuanhuo Altar of Burning Incense Valley, has actually broken free and appeared at the foot of Qingyun Mountain!

Lu Xueqi nodded heavily, without any hesitation.

The Heavenly Sword shone brightly with blue light, carrying her soaring into the sky, tearing through the rain curtain, and heading towards the majestic Azure Cloud Peak, transforming into a swift blue meteor as it flew at full speed.

Her heart was in turmoil, for Cangsong's betrayal, for the loss of the Bloodthirsty Pearl, for the appearance of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, but the most chaotic part was because of that fox, that one who might be perched on someone's shoulder or being held in someone's arms at this moment... Little White.

Shuiyue remained where she was, sword in hand, vigilantly guarding the two seriously wounded men and a critically wounded prisoner.

The rainy night was cold, and her heart was even colder.

She knew that after tonight, the Qingyun Sect, and even the entire righteous path, would likely face a major upheaval.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a series of sharp, whistling sounds came from the sky.

Dao Xuan Zhenren, Tian Buyi, Su Ru, and several Qingyun Sect elders and elite disciples arrived on their swords under Lu Xueqi's guidance, landing in front of the now-ruined grass temple.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's face was as still as water. His gaze swept across the scene, and when it lingered on Cangsong, it was as sharp as a sword, filled with deep sorrow and anger. When he looked at Puzhi, his expression turned solemn and worried.

Tian Buyi's face was ashen, especially when he saw Puzhi's miserable state and Cangsong's familiar blue cloud Taoist robe, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Without saying a word, after confirming that the villagers were indeed unharmed, Dao Xuan Zhenren personally took action and temporarily protected Puzhi's heart meridian with his profound true energy.

Tian Buyi, with a dark expression, personally sealed off all of Cangsong's major acupoints, thus suppressing all of his cultivation.

With the seriously injured Puzhi and the imprisoned Cangsong, along with a heart full of doubts and heaviness, the group quickly returned to Qingyun Mountain.

The rain gradually subsided. The wind, however, continued to howl.

After experiencing a storm powerful enough to destroy it, Caomiao Village remained eerily intact, and the villagers slept soundly, completely unaware of what had happened that night.

Only the dilapidated thatched temple, half collapsed, and the dark red bloodstains on the muddy ground in front of it, which had not been completely washed away by the rain, silently tell the story of what a thrilling tale unfolded here on this rainy night, and then abruptly ended.

The real ripples of the storm have only just begun to spread towards Qingyun Mountain and the entire world.