Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

He came here to undergo tribulation.

"These memories will conflict with one's own memories when undergoing the tribulation of a past life, and will affect the soul, body, and even personality to some extent. If one survives the tribulation, there will be no problem, but if one fails to survive..."

At this point, Yun Ping paused, then said in a deep voice:

"The personality of the past life and the present life will be distorted. The best result is that the two personalities are mixed together, while the worst result is that the memories of the past life will take over."

Zhang Ruoxue stared at Yunping in confusion: "What...does that mean? What do you mean by 'being invaded'?"

"It means that from this day forward, there will be no more Gu Xingzhuo in the world, only Liu Xunkong."

Duan Xingchen suddenly realized, his eyes widening in astonishment. "You mean... Fourth Senior Brother is going to die?"

Yun Ping nodded indifferently: "They will die completely and fundamentally. Apart from their physical body and soul, their memories and personality will completely become part of Liu Xun Kong, while the original Gu Xing Zhuo part will be completely erased."

That would be equivalent to death.

And it is death in the most fundamental sense, purer than any other form of death.

Apart from Lin Yuan, the other female disciples all looked quite grim. Although they had never met this fourth senior brother from Yuntian Academy, they were, after all, fellow disciples. It would be against their nature to stand idly by at this moment.

Especially Duan Xingchen, who was kind-hearted, quickly looked at Gu Wangjun beside her with pleading eyes.

"Senior Brother... is there any way we can help Fourth Brother overcome this tribulation from his past life?"

"This..." Upon hearing this, King Gu shook his head: "I don't know what to do either. This is the first time I've heard of this 'past life tribulation'."

"Then, teacher..."

Yun Ping answered the question before Duan Xingchen could even ask it.

A negative answer.

“We can’t help him, you can’t, not even your teacher.”

"Not even an old rogue?"

A hint of anxiety flickered across Ye Yuchan's brow. Although she didn't particularly want to admit it, in her mind, the old rogue did indeed seem somewhat omnipotent.

But now Yunping says that he can't do it either.

This means that among everyone present, there was no one who could lend Gu Xingzhuo a helping hand at this critical juncture.

They could only watch helplessly as the black vortex grew stronger and stronger, and the raging hurricane howled past, unable to do anything about it.

This feeling of helplessness... is the worst.

Of course.

“We can’t do it because none of us here have any connection with Liu Xun Kong. This past life tribulation is Liu Xun Kong’s past life tribulation. If something that doesn’t exist in Liu Xun Kong’s memory appears, it will be judged as an intruder by the impermanence of life and death. This will only bring harm to the fourth brother.”

"If we really want to find a way to help the fourth brother, we can only find someone related to Liu Xun Kong. Unfortunately, we do have one here."

These words were spoken.

All eyes were on one person.

Zhang Ruoxue.

None of the people present had any connection with Liu Xun Kong, not even Yun Ping.

But Zhang Ruoxue, or rather Qu Wenxue in the past, was Liu Xunkong's lover, someone Liu Xunkong could never forget in his life. If even she couldn't be considered to have a relationship with Liu Xunkong, then probably no one in the world would be able to help Gu Xingzhuo.

"I?"

Yun Ping's solemn gaze fell on Zhang Ruoxue, who looked slightly surprised: "Only you can safely step into the area of ​​the past life tribulation now, and only you can help Fourth Brother."

"just me……"

Zhang Ruoxue clenched her fists subconsciously, and once again she thought of her identity.

She is Qu Wenxue...

The Zhang family couple had no blood relation to him; he didn't belong to that small Jinglin Village.

Even Xiaohan... has absolutely nothing to do with me...

The black-haired girl's face was filled with complicated expressions. She didn't know who she was or what she should do.

Her mind was a jumbled mess. She felt as if she were in a dark, endless, and bewildering space, with countless complex questions swirling around her like fine threads.

Zhang Ruoxue wasn't a particularly thoughtful person, and faced with so many questions, she scratched her head in annoyance, then took a few steps forward.

"Anyway, all we need to do is rush in, right?!"

Yunping looked at the black-haired girl who seemed to be throwing all her troubles away, opened his mouth as if to offer some comfort, but after thinking for a moment, he took his words back.

He changed his words and said, "After you go in, find the fourth brother in the center. There, you should encounter Liu Xun Kong's remnant soul. Just find a way to pull that remnant soul out of the fourth brother's body."

Remnant soul...

Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun exchanged a glance, and simultaneously thought of the remnant soul of Liu Xunkong that they had encountered inside the Five-Jeweled Pagoda.

At that time, that remnant soul even tried to take over Duan Xingchen's body.

Could it be that remnant soul... trying to devour Fourth Senior Brother?

"Okay, I see."

Zhang Ruoxue, too lazy to think about so many trivial matters, nodded and rushed into the rapidly spinning vortex storm without any hesitation.

……

The overwhelming demonic energy raged around her, and the terrifying demonic energy bombarded Zhang Ruoxue's slender body like a raging tidal wave. Logically speaking, the demonic energy at the outermost edge of this vortex would have been enough to tear Zhang Ruoxue, whose cultivation level was not high, to shreds, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

However, each time the demonic energy attacked, the damaged elixir hanging around Zhang Ruoxue's neck would emit a dim golden light, as if absorbing the demonic energy, allowing Zhang Ruoxue to move forward without being affected by the demonic energy at all.

In the storm, Zhang Ruoxue did not lose her way; she simply found a direction and chose to follow it to the end.

This method is straightforward and quite accurate.

After walking for about ten minutes, the figure finally came into Zhang Ruoxue's sight.

The young man, suspended in mid-air at the center of a dark storm, surrounded by endless black dust and with his spiritual energy surging erratically and unstablely within him, came into view.

The boy had medium-length hair as white as snow, a delicate face, and a somewhat thin build. He wore a dark brown light shirt, and his white hair was slightly coiled up and tied with a long jade hairpin shaped like a tree branch. The hairpin swayed constantly in the cold wind, as if it might fall at any moment.

The boy sat cross-legged in mid-air, his face as pale as his hair, his chapped lips trembling incessantly from the pain, large beads of sweat sliding down the curve of his cheek, and billowing black smoke constantly emanating from the thousands of orifices on his body, while a hand was inserted into the chest where his heart was.

A semi-transparent hand.

Zhang Ruoxue raised her head and looked at the owner of that hand.

At the same time—the young man, dressed in a white robe, thin and wiry, with a look of dejection in his eyes, also turned to look at the intruder in the dark vortex.

With just one glance, the man's eyes widened in shock.

"Xue'er?!"

The speaker was none other than the remnant soul of Liu Xun Kong, who had appeared once before inside the Five-Colored Exquisite Pagoda!

Zhang Ruoxue was taken aback at first, then realized: "You are Liu Xunkong?"

“You…” Liu Xunkong was startled, then a look of understanding appeared on his face, and his previously murderous expression softened a bit: “It seems that you no longer recognize me… That’s fine… You must have lived a very perfect mortal life for a while now, right?”

After countless years apart, Liu Xunkong's expression was one of utter relief upon seeing each other again.

His right hand was still stuck in Gu Xingzhuo's heart. He was suspended in mid-air, looking down at Zhang Ruoxue from above, his eyebrows full of smiles: "I didn't expect you to have become like this. You've lost some of your former imposing manner, but you've gained a bit more girlish charm. It's a good change, I suppose."

Zhang Ruoxue: "I..."

She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

She gazed at Liu Xunkong. Although she had hardly ever seen him before, she inexplicably felt a deep sense of familiarity with the person in front of her. Just looking at him made her heart race.

I am... Qu Wenxue...

The painting appeared before Zhang Ruoxue's eyes... The person in the painting... was herself.

She thought again of the bridal chamber filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the place where she and Liu Xunkong got married.

"It seems you're still confused, Xue'er..."

Liu Xunkong seemed to see Zhang Ruoxue's confusion, smiled faintly, and plunged his right hand a few more inches deeper into Gu Xingzhuo's heart.

"Ahhhh-"

The boy roared to the sky, the intense pain making him feel as if he were being tortured in a hell of ice and fire. He could even feel his existence being stripped away, while his body and soul seemed to be welcoming his new master.

"It's alright, I'll be back by your side in a little while, Xue'er. I'll tell you everything that happened before, one by one."

"Although I look a little different from before, I think... Xue'er, you won't mind, right?"

Liu Xunkong smiled.

He smiled happily because after such a long time, he was finally able to reunite with the one he loved.

Zhang Ruoxue glanced at the increasingly chaotic storm, at the center of which was a young man in great pain. The girl gritted her teeth, and her spiritual energy suddenly burst forth.

The flames that had been accumulating within the gauntlet erupted like a tornado, engulfing Zhang Ruoxue in a raging inferno, her hair dancing in the scorching hurricane.

She pointed at Liu Xunkong and said sternly, "Now...right now...release him!"

"Let him go?"

Liu Xunkong looked puzzled and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Soon, we will be able to be together again. You are the one I love most, and I am the one you love most. Even though our memories have been erased, you are Qu Wenxue, and I am Liu Xunkong. No matter how many times our memories are erased, this fact will never change."

"Am I right? Xue'er."

48. Transactions

A storm, as dark as the night sky, whose deepest core cannot be seen, is sweeping across the entire desert.

The sand beneath their feet, affected by the rampant demonic energy, was stained with an extremely black outer robe and exuded a rather ominous aura.

This aura felt like that of an ancient ferocious beast, its fangs and teeth grinding against one's ears, the biting coldness transforming into a chilling wind that seeped into the orifices and reached the internal organs.

Especially Duan Xingchen and Lin Yuan.

The blood of these two women was closely related to the demonic energy flowing through their veins. One was the embodiment of three drops of true blood from a former demon slayer, and the other possessed the body of an ancient demon. The demonic energy contained in the biting cold wind had already slightly shaken their minds.

But what's even more unsettling is—

Nearly half an hour after Zhang Ruoxue stepped into the storm, the demonic storm showed no signs of diminishing or disappearing.