Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Biyao looked her over, comparing her to the charming and shrewd young master from her previous life.

Jin Ping'er still carries the naiveté of a country girl and a hidden determination, but her bright eyes already reveal her extraordinary nature.

She nodded, her tone softening slightly:

"Get up. Since I had Aunt You bring you back, it means I acknowledge your potential. From now on, you will follow Aunt You. She will teach you suitable cultivation techniques and personally guide your practice. Father,"

She turned to the Ghost King, "Ping'er has good talent. Could you help her forge a suitable magical artifact?"

The Ghost King looked at his daughter, then at Jin Ping'er, who, though nervous, remained polite.

He secretly admired his daughter's excellent judgment; this girl was naturally gifted and, with a little guidance, would surely achieve great things.

He nodded: "Alright. You can take whatever you need from the materials warehouse. Come find me when you need my help."

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er was greatly shocked!

She originally thought that it would be good enough to have a place to settle down and learn some skills to take revenge, but she never expected that this "benefactor" would value her so much and even ask the Ghost King Sect Master to personally refine a magic weapon for her!

She bowed deeply again, her voice choked with emotion: "Jin Ping'er thanks her benefactor! Thank you so much, Sect Master! Ping'er will definitely cultivate diligently and will never let down the Young Master and Sect Master's cultivation!"

Biyao stepped forward and helped her up. Seeing the gratitude and the glimmer of hope in her eyes, she felt satisfied.

In her past life, Jin Ping'er had been a great help to her. In this life, she wanted to secure this future capable assistant in her hands even earlier.

"Now that you've joined my sect, you're one of my people. From now on, you can call me Senior Sister."

Biyao smiled slightly, then her expression turned serious. "However, there is something you need to remember right now."

"Please give your orders, Senior Sister," Jin Ping'er said respectfully.

Biyao pointed to the unconscious Jiang Xiaochuan on the ground: "His name is Jiang Xiaochuan, and he is my future husband. You must take good care of him, protect his safety, and... keep an eye on him, don't let him run away. Understand?"

Jin Ping'er looked at the handsome young man on the ground, then at the undisguised affection and possessiveness in Bi Yao's eyes, and understood.

She nodded immediately: "Ping'er understands. I will do my utmost to protect Young Master Jiang and ensure that no outsider... or Young Master Jiang himself, suffers any mishap."

Biyao nodded in satisfaction.

With Jin Ping'er, a thoughtful and capable assistant who will surely succeed in the future, she can more confidently "conquer" a certain disobedient fellow.

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Qingyun Gate, Yuqing Hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Tian Buyi's face was ashen as he paced back and forth, the Crimson Flame Immortal Sword buzzing behind him, a testament to its master's turbulent emotions.

Su Ru clutched her handkerchief tightly, her eyes filled with worry.

Master Shuiyue's face remained as still as water.

Zeng Shuchang, Shang Zhengliang, and other chief officials also frowned.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat upright, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the chair, his eyes deep and profound.

The disciples sent to investigate have reported that they discovered signs of a fight and some residual, extremely faint, chilling demonic energy more than a hundred miles outside of Qingyun Mountain. This energy is the aura of the Bloodthirsty Bead and some unknown weapon.

The direction pointed directly northwest, towards Fox Hill, where the Ghost King Sect was located.

The kidnapper's identity is about to be revealed.

Who else but the Ghost King Sect would have the ability, the motive, and the courage to make a move right after the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament ended and before the Qingyun Sect had relaxed its guard?

"Ghost King Sect! They've gone too far!"

Tian Buyi slammed his hand on the table, leaving a clear handprint on the hard ebony wood surface.

"How dare you kidnap a disciple of Qingyun Sect in broad daylight! Do you think Qingyun Sect is powerless?! Sect Leader, please give the order, and I will immediately lead men to storm Fox Ridge Mountain and rescue Seventh Brother!"

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​please calm down."

Dao Xuan Zhenren spoke slowly, his voice steady yet authoritative, "The Ghost King Sect is not weak, and Fox Ridge Mountain has been well-prepared for many years, with numerous traps and mechanisms, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. A rash attack will not only fail to save anyone, but may also alert the enemy and endanger Junior Nephew Jiang's life."

"So, am I just supposed to stand by and watch my disciples from Dazhu Peak fall into the hands of those demonic cultists?!" Tian Buyi asked anxiously.

"Of course not."

Dao Xuan's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Lu Xueqi, who had been silent all along, but whose icy aura was almost tangible.

"This matter requires careful consideration. The Ghost King Sect must have ulterior motives in kidnapping Junior Nephew Jiang. Perhaps they value his talent and want to coerce him into the demonic path. Or perhaps... they have other plans. We should not act rashly before we understand their intentions. We can send someone to Fox Ridge Mountain to negotiate, find out the situation, and then make a decision."

He paused, then looked at Shuiyue: "Junior Sister Shuiyue, Junior Nephew Xueqi has a close relationship with Junior Nephew Jiang, and she is highly skilled and composed. How about she represent our Qingyun Sect to negotiate at Fox Ridge Mountain?"

Shuiyue frowned, about to say something, when Lu Xueqi stepped forward, bowed, her voice cold and firm, carrying a resolute determination to cut off all escape routes:

"Disciple is willing to go."

She didn't say a word more, but the unfathomable coldness in her eyes and the surging killing intent made everyone present understand that her trip was not just a simple "negotiation".

Dao Xuan gave her a deep look and nodded: "Alright. Xueqi, you go with my warrant. Remember, your primary task is to ensure Jiang's safety and to ascertain the enemy's intentions. If you are not confident, do not start a war lightly. I will have Qi Hao lead men to meet you outside Fox Ridge Mountain."

"Yes." Lu Xueqi took the order and turned to leave.

Moonlight White's figure vanished instantly at the entrance of the main hall, so fast that it left only a blur and a biting wind.

Tian Buyi watched her retreating figure, opened his mouth, and finally let out a heavy sigh.

Su Ru held his hand and whispered comfortingly, "With Junior Nephew Lu going, Seventh Brother... should be fine."

Fox Hill, a secluded yet elegantly decorated stone chamber.

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly woke up.

My neck was still throbbing, and my mind was foggy. The lingering sound of the acacia bell seemed to still be lingering in my nerve endings.

He found himself lying on a stone bed covered with soft animal hides.

Hands and feet... were bound by a dark gold rope of some unknown material, cool and supple, tied to the bedposts in a "T" shape.

The rope wasn't tied too tightly, not enough to cause injury, but it was absolutely impossible to break free.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, but his dantian remained empty. Although the Snow River Sword was still there, it seemed to be suppressed by some force, only able to convey a faint sense of anxiety, unable to be drawn.

On my wrist, however, there seemed to be something cold, like a metal ring, pressed tightly against my skin.

Is this... being imprisoned?

Why are they tied up like this?

What is that crazy woman, Biyao, trying to do?!

He struggled a few times, but the rope didn't budge.

I felt anxious, angry, and also somewhat panicked.

Falling into the hands of a demonic cult member and being bound like this... it's obvious to anyone with a brain that this is no good!

Just then, the stone door creaked open.

Biyao walked in with a smile, carrying a tray.

She had changed into a lighter and more graceful light green gauze dress, barefoot, with small golden bells tied to her silvery ankles, tinkling as she walked, echoing the acacia bells at her waist.

She placed the tray on the small table beside the bed, on which were several delicate pastries and a pot of steaming tea.

"Awake? Are you hungry? I've had some food prepared, all in the style of Shanhaiyuan in Heyang City. You should like it."

Biyao sat down by the bed and reached out to touch his face.

"Don't touch me!" Jiang Xiaochuan abruptly turned his head away, glaring at her. "Biyao! What do you want?! Let go of me!"

Biyao's hand froze in mid-air, her smile fading slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, but it quickly returned, replaced by a languid air of certainty.

"What do I want to do? Didn't I already say so?"

"To marry you, have children, and be a real husband and wife."

She leaned closer, her deep green eyes fixed on him. "Xiao Chuan, I really like you. I've liked you for a very, very long time. I like you so much that... I'd do anything for you, and I'd even... stop at nothing to get you."

Her breath brushed against his face, carrying a sweet fragrance and a hint of danger.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart pounded wildly, forcing himself to calm down:

Do you like me?

We don't know each other at all!

You just... just had a whim!

Or perhaps there's some other purpose behind it!

Let me go, let me return to Qingyun Sect!

Otherwise, once my master and the sect leader come looking for you, your Ghost King Sect will be in deep trouble!

"Qingyun Sect?" Biyao chuckled, twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers.

"They won't find this place. Even if they do..." A fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

"With the Soul-Devouring Bell and the Joyous Union Bell, and my parents, who can take you away from me? Lu Xueqi? Or that vixen?"

When she mentioned Lu Xueqi and Xiaobai, her tone was filled with undisguised hostility and jealousy.

"You..." Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless with anger, yet there was nothing he could do.

He's now like meat on a chopping board.

Biyao said no more, got up, and began to untie the ties of her gauze skirt.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a deliberate seduction and a sense of declaration.

Jiang Xiaochuan's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in horror, "W-what are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?"

Biyao tilted her head, revealing an innocent yet alluring smile.

"In the bridal chamber. Let's make it a fait accompli first, then you won't keep thinking about running away."

The tulle skirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair and radiant skin and delicate collarbones.

"You're insane! Stop it!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was terrified and struggled violently, causing the bedposts to creak as he pulled, but the ropes remained firmly in place.

Biyao remained unmoved and continued what she was doing, her eyes gleaming with excitement and eagerness.

She had waited far too long for this day.

If you missed something in your past life, you must make up for it in this one!

Once they become a real couple, have physical intimacy, and even... have children, he will never be able to leave her again!

Lu Xueqi, Tian Ling'er, Xiaobai—get out of here!

Seeing that the gauze skirt was about to slip completely off, Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes in despair, cursing every god and Buddha he could think of in his mind.