Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

As the morning light began to penetrate, the dew on the bamboo leaves, still wet from the sun, shimmered like scattered silver.

Under the eaves, Jiang Xiaochuan had just picked up his bowl and hadn't even taken a sip of porridge when he heard Biyao's clear voice, filled with undisguised laughter, say to Xiaobai sitting opposite her: "You vixen, I have something to discuss with you."

Little White was sipping her spiritual tea when she heard this. Without even lifting her eyelids, she lazily uttered, "Hmm?"

Biyao tapped the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks, her eyes shining brightly: "Liu'er and Nian'er are not young anymore, and it's not good for them to run wild on the mountain all day. I'm thinking of sending them to the Ghost King Sect for a while to learn some real skills, and also... to let my parents, Aunt You, and Qinglong have some fun."

"Pfft—" Xiao Bai almost spat out his tea, coughing twice as he choked. His golden eyes instantly lost their languidness and were filled with astonishment, as if asking, "Are you serious?"

"Send them to the Ghost King Sect? Yao girl, do you have a grudge against your father?"

"Get lost!" Biyao glared at her.

"What do you mean by 'hatred'? They're their maternal grandparents! And Aunt You, Uncle Qinglong, Mr. Ghost... they're all elders we watched grow up! What's wrong with letting them go out and gain some experience, learn some real skills?"

"Experience?" Xiaobai put down his teacup, a half-smile on his face. "Are you complaining that the Ghost King Sect is too quiet and want to make your father lose a few more whiskers, or do you want to see if Youji's eternally unchanging face will crack with anger?"

"Hey! You vixen! My son isn't that unreasonable!" Biyao slammed her hand on the table.

"Your son?" Xiaobai raised an eyebrow and pointed to the dining table next to him, where Jiang Liu was trying to secretly pour a spoonful of scalding hot rice porridge into Jiang Nian's collar. Jiang Nian caught him in time and grabbed his wrist. The two were silently grimacing as they struggled. Xiaobai then pointed to the other side, where Jiang Nian quickly stuffed the last piece of rice cake from Jiang Xin's plate into his own mouth while Linglong was wiping Jiang An's mouth. Then, he puffed out his cheeks and pretended to look at the sky.

"Are you sure they're going to 'learn skills' and not to 'tear things apart'?"

Biyao followed her finger and saw Jiang Liu flick his wrist, spilling some of the porridge onto Jiang Nian's hand. Jiang Nian jumped up with a "whoop".

She choked for a moment, but then retorted, "That's...that's being lively! Boys should be a little tough! Besides, with their parents watching over them and Aunt You keeping an eye on them, what can they possibly do?"

Lu Xueqi picked up a piece of pickled cucumber for Jiang Xiaochuan and added half a bowl of porridge to Jiang Xin, who was eating quietly beside her. Only then did she look up, glance at the two bickering boys, and then at the two noisy boys over there. She calmly said, "Liu'er is impulsive, and Nian'er is clever, but sometimes they don't know their own strength. Going to the Ghost King Sect, where there are elders to discipline them, might temper their temperaments, but..."

She paused, then looked at Biyao: "We need to speak with Senior Ghost King and his wife beforehand, and tell them not to be too spoiled. Also, don't neglect your studies and cultivation."

Biyao nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, don't worry! I've given all the instructions! I guarantee they'll learn thoroughly and have fun... uh, I mean, they'll definitely follow the rules!"

Tian Ling'er was feeding Xiao Jiangmeng rice cereal when she heard this and laughed, "I think Sister Biyao is up to no good, she wants her father to experience what it's like to take care of a naughty grandson."

Jin Ping'er smiled, and Linglong gently shook her head, placing a piece of green vegetable on each of Jiang Liu and Jiang Nian, who were about to "start a fight" again: "Eat your food properly. You need to be even more sensible when you go to your grandparents' house, understand?"

Jiang Liu and Jiang Nian glared at each other, then simultaneously snorted, shoveled away the vegetables the other had offered, and buried their heads in their rice, their actions remarkably synchronized.

And that's how it was settled.

A few days later, Biyao personally escorted them.

Oh no, he personally escorted the two teenagers to Fox Ridge Mountain. Jiang Liu was dressed in a sharp silver-trimmed outfit, his silver hair tied in a high ponytail.

His eyes darted around, and his face couldn't hide his excitement.

Jiang Nian was wearing a new turquoise robe with arrow-sleeved sleeves that Bi Yao had made for him, with a similarly energetic ponytail, and his dark green eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief.

"When you get to your grandparents' place, be good, okay?" Jiang Xiaochuan straightened their collars, looking at the two boys who were a little taller than him, feeling a mix of emotions, including amusement.

"Don't make your grandfather angry, don't scare your grandmother, be respectful to Senior Youji and Uncle Qinglong... Also, don't slack off in your cultivation."

"I know, Dad! Don't worry!" Jiang Liu patted his chest, but his eyes were already drifting towards the distant, rolling mountains.

"Dad, I'll miss you!" Jiang Nian hugged Jiang Xiaochuan's waist and rubbed against him. When she looked up, she winked at Jiang Liu next to her.

Biyao grabbed one of them by the back of their collars: "Let's go! Don't dawdle! Remember, 'cultivate' properly!"

She emphasized the word "spiritual practice," her eyes sparkling with the same eagerness as her sons.

Watching the three figures disappear into the clouds, Xiaobai leaned against the door frame and sighed softly, "I feel a little sorry for the Ghost King Sect."

Lu Xueqi replied casually, "Perhaps, it can add some vitality."

Tian Ling'er and Jin Ping'er covered their mouths and laughed.

Linglong has already begun to quietly prepare some calming and tranquilizing medicinal herbs, planning to have them sent to the Ghost King Sect in a few days, for Wanrenwang and Xiaochi.

Fox Ridge Mountain, Ghost King Sect.

Wan Renwang was discussing important matters with Qinglong and Youji in the hall when he suddenly heard a familiar, strong, and slightly coquettish voice calling from outside: "Grandpa! Grandma! Aunt You! Uncle Qinglong! We've come to see you!"

With a slight tremor of his hand, a few drops of tea spilled from the cup.

Qinglong and Youji exchanged a glance, both seeing a familiar, wary look in each other's eyes.

The palace doors were pushed open with a bang, and two figures swept in like a whirlwind.

Jiang Liu had a clear goal and headed straight for Wan Renwang, shouting, "Grandpa, I missed you so much!" But he "accidentally" tripped over the edge of the thick velvet carpet in front of Wan Renwang and fell forward.

Wan Ren instinctively reached out to help, but Jiang Liu seemed to have anticipated it. He grabbed Wan Ren's arm, spun around, and stood firmly. However, he somehow had several long, well-maintained whiskers in his hand.

"Grandpa, your beard is so beautiful!" Jiang Liu exclaimed innocently, pinching a few strands of his beard.

Wanrenwang: "..." He felt a cool sensation somewhere on his chin.

On the other side, Jiang Nian lunged at Xiao Chi.

"grandmother!"

He called out sweetly, hugged Xiao Chi tightly, and rubbed his face against her neck, smearing her face with dust that seemed to have gotten from somewhere.

Then, with a cry of "Oh my!" as if just noticing Yu Ji beside her, her eyes lit up. "Aunt Yu! You look so beautiful today! This mask... is it new? The pattern is so unique!"

As she spoke, her small hand reached out with lightning speed toward Yu Ji's face, which was covered by a black veil, as if she wanted to touch the "special pattern".

You Ji moved slightly, instantly shifting three feet away. Her eyes under the mask turned colder, but when she looked at Jiang Nian's sly green eyes, which were exactly the same as Bi Yao's when she was a child, the coldness turned into a trace of helplessness. This kid is even bolder than his mother was when she was a child.

Qinglong coughed, trying to smooth things over: "Liu'er, Nian'er, you must be tired from your journey. Go and rest first, we'll talk later..."

"Uncle Qinglong!" Jiang Liu immediately turned to him with a bright smile. "I heard that the pair of black-feathered cranes you keep are exceptionally magnificent. Could you take us to see them?"

Qinglong's heart skipped a beat. Those cranes were his precious darlings; they had terrible tempers and wouldn't let anyone near them except him. "This… I'm afraid the cranes are unavailable today…"

"Just take a look!" Jiang Nian also came over and grabbed Qinglong's other sleeve and shook it.