The Trials of Rebirth

Qing Yuan looked at her with an increasingly strange expression. Seeing her about to climb up, he coldly said, “Scram, or I’ll kill you.”

Huahua was stunned, looking at him for a long time, her expression changing.

She trembled, “You…” seeming to understand something, she immediately jumped onto the tree, panicking, “Brother Qing Yuan, no matter if you remember Huaer now, I beg you to return to the ghost realm and close the ghost gate.”

Qing Yuan continued to stare at her coldly, seemingly extremely annoyed by her words, and finally closed his eyes, no longer looking at her.

As the sky grew darker and the time limit approached, Huahua held back her tears and choked, “I’ll give you seventy years of spiritual energy. You just need to go to the Ghost King, who will definitely instruct you to close the ghost gate. You are the High Priest, and closing the ghost gate requires your consent, so please leave the pear orchard and return to the ghost realm.”

Qing Yuan finally opened his eyes, with a coldness that could freeze: “How do you know my identity? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Why are you sighing again, Susu?”

A crisp voice beside my ear startled me. I didn’t care about him and urgently asked, “Qing Yuan, send out another memory.”

Qing Yuan paused and said, “No need.”

“Why?”

“The me from three years ago believed her, and starting over, I will still do the same.”

My heart slightly stirred. This reasoning seemed sound.

I was curious how Huahua had persuaded the cold-as-ice Qing Yuan to give up absorbing White Jade’s spiritual energy for hundreds of years.

Huahua was now somewhat weak, her form dispersing from days of rushing about. Seeing that her persuasion wasn’t working, she finally said, “Then I’ll go directly to the Ghost King. He can’t have forgotten everything completely.”

Before she could move, Qing Yuan said, “Don’t you know what the ghost realm is? The Ghost King has always liked absorbing women’s blood essence. Going there is nothing but suicide.”

“Huaer is not afraid. As long as she can save Sister Jade, even if it means Huaer’s death, it doesn’t matter.”

After speaking, she jumped down from the tree trunk, ready to run to the ghost realm. Qing Yuan paused for a moment, then flew down, cutting the spiritual chain and blocking her, saying, “You said the Ghost King would make me close the gate. If this is not true, your life is mine to dispose of?”

Huahua looked up at him, her gaze unwavering: “Yes, if it’s false, Huaer’s life is yours to take at any time.”

Even I held my breath at this moment. A little demon with less than a hundred years of cultivation, yet able to directly face the High Priest of the ghost realm – someone so cold I wouldn’t want to look twice – Huahua showed no fear at all.

Qing Yuan was silent for a long time before saying, “Okay.”

As soon as the word fell, he transformed into a clear wind and vanished in an instant.

I hurriedly followed the wind’s direction, trailing to the ghost gate without entering. After a quarter of an hour, the ghost gate slowly closed. I finally relaxed, almost collapsing.

Mu Yin laughed beside me, “Susu, you’re sweating on your forehead.”

I smiled and wiped it away.

“Ah, the gate is closed.”

“We’ll come back tomorrow.”

I looked down to see a man in a lotus-blue robe, with a beautiful woman in a goose-yellow dress standing beside him. She looked at the purification bottle in her hand and shook her head helplessly, “Alright, we’ll send this ghost to the Forgetting River another day.”

“Sister Jade.”

Huahua had already chased to the front, seeing the two of them and immediately hugging them. However, being small, her hug was extremely painful for them.

White Jade smiled bitterly, “Huaer, we’ve only been out for two days. Why are you acting like we’re about to be separated forever?”

Huahua cried, “Sister Yu, you can go and become immortals. Huaer will take care of herself, so don’t worry about me.”

White Yu’s face slightly changed, glaring at Jian Chen, “Was it you who told Huaer?”

Jian Chen helplessly said, “No.”

“It’s not Brother Chen, I guessed it myself. Huaer can take care of herself now, so you don’t need to worry about me.” Huahua wiped away her tears and forced a big smile, “Brother Chen is fine, Sister Yu is fine. As long as you’re both here, Huaer will always be happy.”

White Yu smiled and patted her head, “Huaer is good.”

We will settle you in a better place before we can rest assured to ascend to immortality.”

Huahua finally showed a genuine smile, holding their hands on both sides, and said, “Brother Chen, Sister Yu, let’s go home.”

Watching their gradually distant backs, I was still in a daze.

Brother Chen and Sister Yu will definitely be together.

I suddenly remembered the first time we met, Huahua’s words, and my eyes became moist, unable to bear looking further. This assertion, the high god was unwilling to say, I dared not say, but this tiny flower spirit believed it from beginning to end. Sometimes, the gods worshipped by humans are not as good as the little demon despised by humans.

I reached out to calculate White Yu’s fate once, and that tribulation had already passed.

I only wish them well from now on, though I don’t know how Huahua will be. With her kind nature, she might suffer a lot, but she will also gain beauty that ordinary people do not have.

“Suo Suo.”

Mu Yin’s voice suddenly rang out, and I almost fell. I was so moved by human emotions that I, the divine lord, forgot to escape!

I turned around awkwardly and squeezed out a smile, “Let’s go back to the ghost realm.”

Mu Yin was surprised, her eyes already smiling, “Suo Suo, are you really coming back with me?”

“Yes.” Seeing Qing Yuan’s cold expression, I knew this guy wouldn’t believe me at all.

The ghost gate was near, just ten steps away. My chance to escape was in this brief moment. As I took the first step, I silently chanted a spell, with lotus steps and immortal energy gathered at my feet. After walking those ten steps, I shouted, and ten red lotuses flew up, creating a sky full of red flower formations, instantly enveloping them.

Mu Yin looked over blankly, murmuring, “Suo Suo… why are you deceiving me again…”

I didn’t care about Mu Yin’s voice. Seeing Qing Yuan’s ice blade fly out, I immediately injected half of my immortal energy into the red lotuses to reinforce the formation. Gathering my energy, leaving only the red lotuses to support the formation, I turned and flew towards the sky.

The sound of ice shattering continued, making my heart fearful. I gathered energy in my palm, pointing to the sky: “Heavenly Path, open!”

“Hiss.”

The sky cracked open, illuminating a piece of land.

This feeling of escape was the same at the ghost gate and now at the heavenly path. My hand had reached through the clouds, but my body couldn’t move. Looking down, an iron chain was wrapped around my ankle, the other end held by Mu Yin.

Although the lotus formation hadn’t broken, a hole had been pierced, through which Mu Yin’s expression could be seen. Just like the first time I saw him, cold and seemingly heartless.

I suddenly remembered Mu Chuan, who had shattered my soul with one palm years ago, and now realized they were indeed brothers, even their expressions were almost identical.

I bent down, using immortal energy as a blade to try to cut the chain, but cold air rushed in, freezing my hand to the bone.

I wasn’t going to escape. Was I really going to fall into the ghost realm?

Just as despair filled my heart, a black shadow swept by. With a “slap” sound, the restraining force disappeared. My waist was embraced, and I was lifted upward.

“Suo Suo—!”

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