I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 215 After regaining consciousness, they will meet again.

The moment Bai Xuan determined the other party's identity, he believed about 90% of it.

You know your own situation.

He indeed had no inner demons.

But with the first question being answered.

More questions followed.

However, all these questions were silenced by a single finger before they could be asked.

"I know you're anxious, but there's no need to rush now. It's a rare reunion, and there's plenty of time."

Juanzhi returned to his seat: "Time passes much faster here than it does outside."

Bai Xuan interlaced his fingers, gazing intently at Juan Zhihuan.

Although he had been eager to see her, the scene that actually happened was not quite what he had imagined.

The scene in my imagination should be the Five Dragons Temple in the snow, with a woman sitting by a fire, a gun in her left hand and a sword in her other hand, and a dog beside her. Then, upon meeting her, she would shout out the words of a woman from the Central Plains.

'Life is a difficult journey, I'm so touched that you've come this far.'

They all said you couldn't come, but thankfully, I made it.

'Watch carefully, don't lose too quickly!'

'Little guy, you really do look a bit like him.'

'You little rascal, you really make me happy!'

"I've waited all these years, let me have a good fight!"

'I think of you every single day while you're gone!'

'Now, it looks just like you!'

He thought so.

Then he got kicked and was knocked to the ground.

Juan Zhi glared at the young man, a slight blush rising on her fair cheeks, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you thinking about now!"

"This isn't just wild speculation." Bai Xuan deflected the blame, saying, "If there's a problem, go find You Ke... They wrote all those cringe-worthy gay lines, what does it have to do with me?"

Juan Zhi snorted: "Am I the kind of woman who has to fight you the moment we meet?"

"Don't you know your own personality?"

Bai Xuan squinted.

Don't think I don't know you're from Sichuan, you're naturally a fierce person.

"Heh, very well..." Juan Zhihuan suddenly flicked her sleeve, and a long spear appeared from the snow. The three-pointed double-edged spear was in her hand, with lightning flashing. She gripped her belt with her right hand, as if to draw her mountain-driving whip: "Since you want to fight, I'm not unwilling to oblige!"

Bai Xuan simply lay down and said, "Go ahead and hit me. I won't fight back. Anyway, the difference in cultivation level is so big, there's no way I can win."

“You’re really shameless. You’ve fooled everyone,” Juan Zhi put away his weapon and said irritably, “I’m a female tyrant, and you’re some kind of gentleman? You’re good at pretending, but you’re actually a free spirit who enjoys having fun.”

"Only your apprentices believe that you truly died for some noble cause."

"You're just... tired of living and looking for a dramatic way to die."

“I don’t want to kill you, so you went to the Qin Dynasty and destroyed it.”

He and Juan Zhihuan had known each other for a long time and had fought many times.

In the beginning, the two even went so far as to scam and beg for food together, so they knew what kind of people each other were.

Bai Xuan crossed his legs: "Fine, you're right about everything, okay?"

"But in terms of the outcome, I didn't do anything wrong. At least I pushed history forward."

"You even have disciples and grand-disciples, isn't that great?"

At this point, Bai Xuan looked at Juan Zhihuan and asked in confusion, "If you have really always existed in the secret realm, why did you turn a blind eye to all the actions of the Heavenly Demon? Even if the White Plum Sect was not founded by you, it still inherited your legacy."

Juan Zhi casually plucked a plum blossom and tossed it into the wine jug: "When did I say I was in the secret realm?"

"Hmm?" Bai Xuan frowned. "I clearly heard you speak when I entered the secret realm, and you just now..."

“What I just said was—you met the conditions, so I appeared.” Juan Zhi corrected, “I never said that I was in the secret realm from the very beginning.”

"If you're not in the secret realm, why are you here?"

"...Think about it slowly yourself."

She warmed the wine, hiding the answer.

Seeing that she was unwilling to answer, Bai Xuan began to ponder in secret.

This space is clearly a mixture of his and her memories.

Is it...

"You exist within the remains of a sword immortal?" Bai Xuan pressed his chest. "What the Heavenly Demon can do, you might also be able to do... perhaps the fourth, or the sixth?"

Juanzhi had not yet answered, but only smiled.

"That's not right either."

Bai Xuan denied this conjecture again.

If she really was hidden inside the remains of a sword immortal, she should have been eliminated by the Dark Moon Gate as an alien object long ago.

Even the Heavenly Demon couldn't break through the Dark Moon Gate's defenses, and even Juan Zhihuan, Bai Xuan didn't believe she could do it.

“If you can’t guess, then there’s no need to guess.” Juan Zhi also advised, “This little matter is actually not important... I can only appear at specific times, just like now. If you don’t enter the secret realm, I won’t appear in front of you.”

Bai Xuan nodded, then asked, "So, where is your true form now?" "I don't know."

"Does he really not know, or is he pretending not to know?"

“What I remain here is nothing more than a memory.” She picked up the warmed wine, refilled it, and pushed it forward, spilling some of the wine from the glass. Then, she dipped the spilled wine in the wine and wrote her name: “These spilled wines are like me.”

"Will your true form come to see you?" Bai Xuan continued to ask.

"Of course we will meet, but the timing of our meetings is not up to me."

"So we can't expect her to help me, can we?"

“You can only rely on yourself. Juan Zhihuan isn’t here right now.” She grabbed a handful of snow and wiped the spilled drinks off the table. “Besides, you don’t need her help in your current situation, do you?”

Bai Xuan turned to look at the stage where the opera was being performed and asked, "You've seen all of this, yet you're not surprised?"

"There's nothing surprising about it; you're not the first person to possess innate wisdom."

“This is no simple innate wisdom.” Bai Xuan looked at her attire and appearance: “It comes from another world, and it also contains a major secret about me.”

Juanzhi laughed, a sickeningly sweet laugh that also held a hint of mockery: "What? Trying to scare me? Before, I might have thought about how to fall for your nonsense, or explained my own thoughts, but now..."

"Now?"

Juanzhi remained silent, but grabbed a clump of snow from the ground, clapped his hands together, and quickly kneaded it into several small balls, combining them into one. Then he snapped his fingers, and the snowball instantly transformed into a lifelike Q-version character.

This corresponds to Qin Xiaochun.

“She already knows, and I’m not the only one… Am I right, Bai Xuan, the transmigrator?”

The secret of time travel has been exposed once again.

I had a premonition about this.

Her attire was too modern; perhaps she already knew.

Bai Xuan thus indirectly drew a definitive conclusion: "Indeed, you must also be related to the remains of the Sword Immortal."

It was an object bound to one's soul as they traversed time and space, and it could even pass the security checks of the interdimensional gate.

Knowing this, Bai Xuan realized that he might have to be more careful in dealing with these sword immortal remains. Who knew what tricks had been played on them?
"Tell me the real name of the third version of Jade Dynasty." Bai Xuan brought the topic back to the main point.

"So eager? Don't you want to sit a little longer?"

"I'd rather meet you in person," Bai Xuan said. "It's just a longing, so let's forget about it."

"There's no need to worry about that. I'm sure you'll see each other again soon."

"...I was just being polite, couldn't you tell?"

Bai Xuan said, "I generally don't like to have any connection with people from my past lives."

“I know.” She rested her chin on her hand and said softly, “You’re afraid of being trapped in the past and losing the courage to move forward… You’re worried that you’ll become like Chu Binghe, right?”

Bai Xuan's tone turned colder: "You talk as if you know a lot about this."

"I am but a longing, all I can feel are emotions." Juan Zhi took a sip of warm wine, turned his face slightly, leaned on the plum blossom table, and gazed at the young man: "Before me, there is no need for pretense, because only I can understand everything about you."

Bai Xuan looked at the snow: "This doesn't sound like something she would say."

“People change. You are like that, and so am I.” Juan Zhi smiled gently and tenderly. “Although I really want to tell you everything, let’s keep the surprise of our reunion for ourselves.”

The sky seemed to be gradually darkening, and the opera singers had already left the stage.

She said, "It seems it's time to part ways. Do you have any questions?"

Bai Xuan had three more questions: "Don't you have anything you'd like to leave behind for the White Plum School?"

"No, I share the same thought as Chu Binghe: whether they prosper or perish is up to them."

"If the legacy simply disappears and vanishes, it proves that my legacy is nothing more than this."

Despite saying this, Juanzhi still revealed a hint of arrogance, confident that this tradition would not be broken.

Bai Xuan continued, "Can you teach me the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts?"

Juanzhi retorted, "Isn't it already in your hands?"

"What do you mean?"

“You’ll understand once you get out.” Juan Zhihuan finished speaking and then reminded him, “Also, remember… the demise of the Six Desires Demon is just the beginning. What happens afterward may be the real test, so be careful.”

Bai Xuan didn't understand.

But I remembered this reminder.

He remained silent for a while, until the snow reached his ankles, before finally asking, "Aren't you and I already...?"

"Shh." Juan Zhi pressed his finger to his lips. "Some things don't need to be said too clearly. Don't ask, don't untie the ribbon of the gift in advance... Even if you guess, you shouldn't say it out loud."

She raised her fingers and gently covered Bai Xuan's eyes: "You should leave."

After closing his eyes, Bai Xuan felt a warm embrace and heard breathing in his ear in the darkness.

"Its real name is the Third..."

After revealing his real name.

In the snow, the woman embraced the young man. Their embrace, after five hundred years of separation, wasn't overly affectionate, but rather warm and relaxing.

The distant white waves were deafening, threatening to engulf and submerge the entire plum garden.

Her voice, however, sounded so clear.

"remember……"

"We will meet again after we regain our senses."

(End of this chapter)