Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

"The Ghost King Sect Master, Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak of Qingyun Sect, has come to pay a special visit to escort my fiancé, Jiang Xiaochuan, back to the mountain."

The voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable firmness and... a subtle sharpness.

Biyao's expression changed drastically. She turned her head sharply towards the stone gate. The Soul-Devouring Staff hummed, and its ferocious aura rose once more!

She is coming!

Lu Xueqi!

She actually came looking for us!

And so directly, so... self-righteously!

fiancé?

Xiao Chi frowned slightly and looked towards the door.

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression that said, "As expected, this is going to be even more interesting." He then sat up leisurely, crossed his arms, and looked ready to watch the show.

Upon hearing Lu Xueqi's voice, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of more complex emotions.

Is our savior here?

But the word "fiancé"... how can he be considered a fiancé when he's tied up like this?

Moreover, Lu Xueqi stormed into the Ghost King Sect all by herself? Has she gone mad?

The footsteps stopped outside the stone chamber.

Clearly, Lu Xueqi was stopped by the Ghost King Sect.

But her voice rang out again, this time directed at the person blocking her way, still calm, yet carrying an invisible pressure:

"Get out of the way. Or, I'll fight my way in."

A brief silence.

Then, a deep, authoritative, and magnetic male voice rang out; it was Ghost King Wanrenwang: "Nephew Lu, you are a guest from afar, why be angry? Please come in."

The stone door was pushed open again, but this time only two people entered.

The man at the front, dressed in purple robes and a jade belt, with a refined face and deep, piercing eyes, exuded an imposing aura even without anger; he was none other than the Ghost King.

He stepped aside, and behind him, a figure in moonlight white slowly entered.

Lu Xueqi.

The moon-white Taoist robe was spotless, and the Tianya Sword was quietly carried on his back, its azure scabbard gleaming with a cool luster in the dim light of the stone chamber.

Her face was expressionless.

Only those eyes, like black jade immersed in a cold spring, clear and cold, were slowly sweeping over the people in the stone chamber.

Finally, the image focuses on Jiang Xiaochuan, who is bound to the stone bed, his clothes disheveled, his face bearing finger marks and filled with fear.

That gaze was calm and undisturbed.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if he had been burned by a cold flame, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

I instinctively tried to curl up, but I couldn't move because I was tied up.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

Lu Xueqi's gaze lingered on Jiang Xiaochuan for a few moments, then turned to the Ghost King and nodded slightly: "Sect Master Ghost King."

He was courteous and respectful, yet neither servile nor arrogant.

"Junior Nephew Lu is so young, yet his cultivation has reached such a level. What's even more admirable is his extraordinary courage to venture alone into my Fox Ridge Mountain. He is truly worthy of our respect."

The Ghost King spoke slowly, his gaze sweeping over Lu Xueqi and the Tianya Sword behind her, a hint of solemnity and apprehension flashing in his eyes.

This woman's cultivation is unfathomable, and Tianya is a divine weapon from the Nine Heavens. If a fight were to break out, even if the Ghost King Sect could capture her, they would have to pay a considerable price.

Moreover, the Qingyun Sect's army might be outside the mountains.

Now is definitely not the time to completely break ties with Qingyun Sect.

"I've come to pick them up," Lu Xueqi said succinctly, her gaze returning to Jiang Xiaochuan. "Please do me a favor, Sect Master."

Before the Ghost King could speak, Biyao stepped forward, blocking Jiang Xiaochuan's bedside. Her Soul-Devouring Staff was pointed directly at Lu Xueqi, her eerie green eyes practically spitting fire.

"Lu Xueqi! You're dreaming! Xiao Chuan is the one I brought back! He's mine! What right do you have to take him away?! Just because your 'fiancé' says so? Let me tell you, no way!"

Lu Xueqi didn't even glance at her, only looking at the Ghost King, her voice remaining calm:

"He is a disciple of my Qingyun Sect, and someone I, Lu Xueqi, have chosen. The Ghost King Sect has abducted my righteous disciple without cause. If this gets out, it will damage your sect's reputation. Today, I must take him away. If the sect leader insists on stopping me..."

She paused, then slowly raised her right hand and placed it on the hilt of the Tianya sword.

Although the sword was not drawn, a chilling, almost soul-freezing sword intent quietly permeated the entire stone chamber, causing the temperature to plummet.

"...If I want to leave, I doubt anyone in your sect can stop me."

These words, spoken calmly, carried an air of domineering confidence and undeniable power. She wasn't discussing it; she was informing someone, or even...threatening them.

The Ghost King's eyes narrowed, and his aura subtly intensified. He felt pressure. This Lu Xueqi was even more powerful and... more troublesome than he had anticipated.

Just as the atmosphere was tense and about to erupt, Xiaobai suddenly chuckled, breaking the silence.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there." She said lazily, walked over to Xiao Chi, and patted her shoulder.

He winked at the Ghost King, "Wanrenwang, take your wife out for a walk. Let the young people handle things here. Some things are inconvenient to say or do when elders are present."

Xiao Chi looked at Xiao Bai with some surprise. The Ghost King also frowned, looked at Xiao Bai, and asked in his eyes.

Xiao Bai simply smiled at him, a lazy smile that carried an unfathomable meaning, causing the Ghost King to feel a slight chill.

He recalled Xiao Chi's brief mention of this "old friend's" background and unfathomable nature, and then looked at the strange situation before him:

His own stubborn daughter, the domineering Lu Xueqi, the mysterious Xiaobai, and that Qingyun boy who's tied up in the middle, looking utterly hopeless...

Fine, let them do what they want.

As long as no one dies and the relationship doesn't completely fall apart, let them be.

He also wanted to see just how capable Lu Xueqi and Xiaobai were, and what they could do to his unruly daughter.

"Let's go." Without further hesitation, the Ghost King nodded to Xiao Chi and turned to walk out first.

Xiao Chi glanced at Bi Yao with concern, then at Xiao Bai. Seeing Xiao Bai nod slightly to her, she sighed softly, followed the Ghost King out of the stone chamber, and closed the stone door behind her.

"Click." The stone door closed gently.

Now, only four people remain inside the stone chamber.

Jiang Xiaochuan, who was tied to a stone bed.

Biyao stood before the bed, holding the Soul Eater in her hand, glaring angrily.

Little White leans leisurely against the wall, arms crossed.

And Lu Xueqi, standing quietly at the doorway, her hand on the hilt of her sword, her gaze cold and aloof.

The air seemed to freeze, becoming heavier and more suffocating than before.

Three gazes—one filled with anger and obsession, one with languid amusement, and one with cold composure—were all focused on the "culprit" in the middle, who was unable to move and wished he could disappear on the spot.

Jiang Xiaochuan lay stiffly, feeling the three tangible gazes, his scalp tingling, and his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He closed his eyes tightly, his mind racing with only one thought:

Play dead!

I have to play dead!

immediately!

immediately!

Right now!