Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

A crisp, clear sound!

Biyao actually used her fair and delicate hand to slap him hard across the buttocks without any politeness!

Even through the not-so-thick Taoist robe, the force was immense!

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely stunned!

Immediately, a tremendous sense of shame and anger erupted like a volcano!

Even when he was naughty as a child, Tian Buyi had never hit him like this before!

That vixen!

She actually...

They actually spanked him?!

"Biyao! I'll fuck you..."

He was so angry that he started swearing and struggling even more fiercely.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

His response was several swifter and heavier blows!

Biyao showed no mercy, each blow precise and ruthless, making his buttocks tremble and the pain shooting straight to his head.

His words were interrupted, leaving only gasps and muffled groans of pain.

"Are you still going to curse or not? Huh?"

As Biyao fought, she asked coldly, her voice carrying a hint of anger and... a strange excitement.

"I think you deserve a beating! You won't listen to reason, so I have to resort to violence!"

Jiang Xiaochuan felt ashamed, angry, and in pain all at once; tears were welling up in his eyes, half from the pain and half from the anger.

But unfortunately, he was powerless and his spiritual power was sealed, leaving him like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy.

He gritted his teeth and remained silent, but his body trembled slightly uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation.

Biyao hit him a few times, and seeing that he had stopped cursing and was just trembling in silence, she felt a little better.

She stopped, but still held him down, her other hand gently stroking his red, swollen, and hot buttocks, her fingertips cool and the sensation distinct.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had been this obedient earlier?"

Her voice softened, even taking on a coaxing tone, "Be good, and I won't hit you. Otherwise..."

She gently pressed a spot with her fingertip, causing Jiang Xiaochuan's body to tremble.

Jiang Xiaochuan was filled with shame and indignation, burying his face in his arms, refusing to look up or speak.

He cursed Biyao a thousand times in his heart, and also complained about Lu Xueqi, Xiaobai, Tian Ling'er, and even that unreliable Zeng Shushu.

What kind of mess is this?!

They're all either fanatics or lunatics!

Is there any hope for this?!

Seeing his ostrich-like attitude, Biyao didn't force him.

She turned him over so that he lay on his back on her lap.

Jiang Xiaochuan kept his eyes tightly closed, his face still flushed and streaked with tears (from anger), his lips pressed together until they were white.

Seeing him like this, Biyao's anger completely dissipated, replaced by an even stronger desire to completely possess and tame him.

She lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, and spoke with a peculiar rhythm, gently shaking the acacia bell at her waist.

"Ding...dong..."

The bell's sound was crisp and clear, not harsh, yet it possessed a seductive power that penetrated the soul.

Like spring water flowing over the heart, or the softest feather scratching at the nerve endings.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a "buzz" in his head. The nerves that had been taut with anger and shame were as if gently stroked by something, and they instantly relaxed, making his consciousness hazy and blurred.

The beautiful face of Biyao before my eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, becoming somewhat hazy and unreal.

The sweet, cloying fragrance mingled with the sound of bells, wafting up to him, making his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and completely extinguishing his strength to struggle.

"Go to sleep, Ogawa."

Biyao's voice seemed to come from a great distance, carrying a hypnotic power, "Wake up, we... are family now."

Jiang Xiaochuan's last shred of consciousness also sank into the boundless darkness.

The effects of the Hehuan Bell were remarkable on him, who was caught off guard, his mind was in turmoil, and his spiritual power was sealed.

……

Fox Ridge Mountain, Ghost King Sect.

Inside the deep, dimly lit hall, only a few emerald green gems embedded in the walls emitted a hazy glow.

The air was filled with a faint, chilling aura of magic, mixed with an ancient smell of stone and dust.

Biyao carried the unconscious Jiang Xiaochuan and strode into the hall.

Her face showed undisguised pride and the excitement of "doing something big".

"Father! Mother! Aunt You! I'm back! Look who I brought back!" Her clear voice echoed in the empty hall.

At the head of the hall, on a large chair carved from a single piece of black jade, sat a middle-aged man dressed in purple robes, with a refined face yet exuding an imposing aura. He was none other than Ghost King Wanrenwang, the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect.

He had been resting with his eyes closed, but upon hearing this, he opened them, his gaze falling on Biyao, then sweeping over the unfamiliar young man in a Qingyun Daoist robe that she was carrying on her shoulder, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Beside her stood a woman dressed in a light purple dress, with a gentle and graceful demeanor, whose features bore a resemblance to Biyao's. This woman was none other than Biyao's mother, Xiaochi.

When she saw Biyao, her face lit up with joy, but when she saw Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes showed surprise and confusion.

Dressed in black and with her face covered by a black veil, You Ji stood beside the Ghost King like a shadow. At this moment, she also looked up and her gaze lingered on Jiang Xiaochuan's face for a moment, her eyes slightly shifting.

"Yao'er, what's wrong with you...?"

Xiao Chi stood up, walked to Bi Yao's side, looked at the unconscious boy on her shoulder, and then looked at the undisguised smugness and...possessiveness on his daughter's face.

I felt a vague unease in my heart.

"Whose son is this? Why did you bring him back? And... he's unconscious?"

"Him?"

Biyao gently placed Jiang Xiaochuan on the ground, clapped her hands, and said with a grin:

"His name is Jiang Xiaochuan, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect's Dazhu Peak. I took a liking to him, so I brought him back."

She spoke casually and naturally, as if kidnapping someone from Qingyun Sect was no different from buying a cabbage at the market.

The Ghost King glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan's Taoist robe, but instead of being angry, he burst into loud laughter:

"Excellent! As expected of my beloved daughter! She took a liking to something and brought it back immediately. How decisive!"

He rose from his throne and patted Biyao's shoulder approvingly:

"They're just disciples of Qingyun Sect. Do you think my Ghost King Sect is afraid of them? Keep them if you like, and marry them if you want! Your father will make the decision!"

Biyao's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately hugged the Ghost King's arm, acting coquettishly:

"Father is the best! I want to have his child! If the Qingyun Sect dares to come and take him away..."

"Let them come!" The Ghost King interrupted arrogantly, his sleeves fluttering without wind, instantly filling the hall with immense pressure. "It'll be perfect for Dao Xuan to see how his Qingyun Sect's genius disciple becomes the son-in-law of my Ghost King Sect!"

Xiao Chi frowned slightly and gently reminded him, "Wan Renwang is, after all, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, perhaps..."

"My lady, you worry too much." The Ghost King embraced his wife and laughed heartily. "Back when we were seizing the Blood Refining Hall's treasure, didn't the Azure Cloud Sect only dare to watch helplessly?"

He turned to Biyao and raised an eyebrow: "But Yao'er, didn't you go a bit too far? Look how badly you beat this child."

Biyao proudly brandished the Soul-Devouring Staff: "How else could I bring him back? He's mine now, anyway!"

The Ghost King shook his head indulgently: "Youji! Take this boy away and treat him with the best medicine—this is my woman's husband, don't neglect him!"

"Thank you, Father!" Biyao excitedly went to help Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Wait," Youji suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse and low, "Young Master, what should we do with the woman you brought back, Jin Ping'er?"

Biyao then remembered that she had previously asked Youji to "intercept" Jin Ping'er. She thought for a moment and said, "Aunt You, bring her to see me. Since I brought her back, I have my own arrangements."

Soon, Jin Ping'er, dressed in coarse cloth but whose beauty could not be concealed, entered the main hall somewhat nervously, led by You Ji.

Seeing the scene inside the hall, especially the imposing Ghost King and others on the main seat, she felt even more nervous, but she tried her best to remain calm and bowed gracefully to Biyao: "Jin Ping'er greets her benefactor, greets the sect leader, madam, and holy envoy."