Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Evening, at Xiaozhu Peak, in the quiet room beside the Moon-Viewing Terrace.

Master Shuiyue looked at the disciple who pushed open the door and entered.

Lu Xueqi's face remained expressionless, still with that aloof demeanor.

But deep in his eyes, there seemed to be something more than usual, a very faint, almost imperceptible trace, like the languor after being satisfied, or the tranquility of things settling down.

"Didn't you return yesterday?" Shuiyue put down the Taoist scripture in her hand, looked at her, her tone was calm, but her eyes were questioning.

"Mmm." Lu Xueqi responded, walked to the side, poured herself a glass of water, and slowly took a sip. "At Dazhu Peak."

Shuiyue paused for a moment.

Dazhu Peak...who else could it be because of?

She looked at her disciple, whom she understood less and less and was increasingly unable to control, and sighed inwardly.

"Nothing happened, right?"

Lu Xueqi paused, holding the teacup, and looked up at her master.

Shuiyue's eyes held worry, concern, and a hint of knowing wisdom from someone who had been through it all.

She lowered her eyelashes, looking at the clear water in the glass, her voice soft yet clear:

Nothing happened.

She paused, then added, her tone as calm as if she were describing the weather, "I won't force him to do things he doesn't want to do."

Shuiyue's hand holding the teacup trembled almost imperceptibly, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Unwilling...won't use force...why does that sound so strange?"

So you were even thinking of using force?!

Looking at Lu Xueqi's calm and expressionless face, the worry in her heart suddenly turned into a deep sense of powerlessness.

Just how obsessed is this child with Jiang Xiaochuan?

"Xueqi," Shuiyue put down her teacup, her voice becoming more serious.

"In matters of the heart, mutual affection is essential, and things should fall into place naturally. You can't force it, and you can't rush it."

You possess unparalleled talent and have a long path ahead of you. Do not let momentary emotions cloud your judgment and hinder your spiritual practice.

Lu Xueqi put down her teacup, looked up at her master, her eyes clear and firm:

"Master, I know what I'm doing. Cultivation and... him are not in conflict."

She paused, her voice lower but carrying an undeniable force, "He is the path I have chosen. My resolve will never waver."

Looking into the unfathomable determination in her eyes, Shuiyue knew further persuasion would be futile. She wearily waved her hand.

"Alright. As long as you know your limits. But... the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is just around the corner, don't get too distracted."

"Yes, Master." Lu Xueqi replied respectfully, bowed, and left.

In the quiet room, Shuiyue sat alone, gazing at the deep twilight outside the window. After a long while, she sighed softly.

The word "love" is the most tormenting.

She's been through it all herself, how could she not understand?

I only hope that Xueqi won't end up like her, waiting a hundred years in vain, only to be left with regret.

Night fell once again over Dazhu Peak.

Jiang Xiaochuan lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling with his eyes open, wide awake.

Everything that happened during the day flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Lu Xueqi, Tian Ling'er, those ambiguous glances, those touches, those words... it's all a jumbled mess, impossible to sort out.

The door opened and closed silently.

A familiar, slightly damp, sweet fragrance wafted over. It wasn't the cold fragrance of Lu Xueqi; it was warmer, more alluring, and had an indescribable sweetness.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, not moving.

The bed dipped slightly as a soft, warm body lay down next to him, its arms naturally encircling his waist and pulling him closer.

Silver strands of hair brushed against his cheeks and neck, tickling him. A surprisingly soft and warm surface pressed against his back, its curves perfectly fitting.

noob.

She transformed back into human form.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, neither pushing him away nor saying anything.

I'm tired, I'm too lazy to struggle anymore.

Anyway, there's no way to push them away, and no way to reason with them.

Xiao Bai buried her face in the back of his neck, took a deep breath, and then whispered, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive skin:

"Jiang Xiaochuan."

"Um."

Do you like Lu Xueqi?

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent.

Like it?

he does not know.

Gratitude, admiration, fear, nervousness, and that little bit of inexplicable flutter this morning... does that count as liking someone?

he does not know.

He has never seen what true "liking" should look like.

The things written in the book, so unforgettable, so devoted to each other even unto death, felt too far removed from his own life.

"I don't know," he finally said dejectedly.

Xiaobai didn't seem surprised by the answer. She was silent for a moment, tightened her grip on her arms, and then asked:

"Do you like me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened for a moment, and then, almost without thinking, he blurted out:

"You? Xiaobai, can we stop joking like that? How old are you? How old am I? We're..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck—Xiaobai had bitten him again.

This time the force was considerable, leaving clear teeth marks.

"Ouch! You bit me again!" Jiang Xiaochuan gasped in pain and tried to turn around, but Xiaobai held him tightly.

"Age! Age! That's all you can say!"

Xiao Bai's voice rang in his ears, filled with anger, and a hint of... grievance?

"Jiang Xiaochuan, look at me!"

She forcefully turned him around, forcing him to face her.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, barely enough to make out each other's silhouettes.

Xiao Bai's beautiful face lacked its usual languid and playful demeanor, replaced by an almost stubborn seriousness, and her silver eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

She grabbed his hand and, without a word, pressed it against her body—not her face, but her neck, beneath his still loose-fitting undergarment, onto that soft, smooth, and strikingly curved skin.

The touch was incredibly soft and elastic, with a delicate, warm feel to the touch, and a clear, powerful heartbeat beneath.

Jiang Xiaochuan recoiled as if burned by a hot iron, but Xiaobai held him down firmly.

"Look at my body,"

Xiao Bai stared into his eyes, speaking each word with a trembling voice.

"Touching my body, really, you don't feel anything at all? Not even a little bit... the feeling of being a man?"

Her voice carried a rare, almost fragile, questioning quality.

Under the moonlight, her eyes seemed a little red.

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand was held by her, his palm was pressed against her irresistibly soft and warm, his nose was filled with her alluring sweet fragrance, and in front of him was her face, so close, breathtakingly beautiful, but now with tears in her eyes.

He was silent.

My face was burning, and my breathing was a little erratic.

Xiao Bai sensed the changes in his body, as well as the stiffness and heat in his palm.

The tears on her face disappeared, replaced by a complex expression that mixed smugness, understanding, and a deeper bitterness.

She released her grip on his hand, leaving it awkwardly hanging there.

She leaned closer, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling, her voice low and seductive:

"Look, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Jiang Xiaochuan abruptly pulled his hand back, turned his back to her, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and spoke in a muffled voice, tinged with embarrassment and anger:

"You...you're talking nonsense! What man would...do that to a man..."

"What will happen?" Xiaobai pressed against him from behind, wrapped her arms around him again, and whispered with a laugh as her lips almost touched his burning ear.

The laughter returned to its usual languid and playful tone, but with an added layer of indescribable emotion.

"Xiao Chuan Chuan, admit it, you're not completely indifferent to me, are you? At least you quite like this body of yours."

"Shut up! Go to sleep!" Jiang Xiaochuan growled in embarrassment and anger, burying his head in the blanket and ignoring her.

My heart was pounding wildly.

Xiao Bai's words echoed in his mind like a demonic chant.

Actions speak louder than words...

Do you like Lu Xueqi?

Do you like Shiro?

He didn't even know.

All he knew was that things were driving him crazy.

Xiao Bai stopped talking, but hugged him tightly from behind, pressed her face against his taut back, listened to his disordered heartbeat, and felt the stiffness and slight trembling of his body.

The moonlight moved slowly across the floor in front of the bed.

The night was dark.

Some things are changing quietly, like an undercurrent beneath the ice, constantly surging.