Liu Banxia slowly stood up, her eyes again showing their usual calmness: “If I want to return to the past, I must at least know who was causing trouble. You are the one who harmed us, and I will find a way to eliminate you. I know my journey will meet Qian Chang and will be the trigger that destroys her clan. So I will not leave the Liu family. I will carefully remember all the major events in the martial arts world over the past ten years. I will protect this martial arts world.”
After her last words, Jianghu sighed beside her: “What an extraordinary woman.”
I remained silent, confirming that the man I once loved was the one who harmed her. Now knowing these truths, unable to forget, bringing them back after rebirth would cause a lifetime of pain. But to completely change the martial arts world and alter her and Bai Qian Chang’s fate, she must do this.
I finally understood that what she had been investigating these past few days was not just to verify her doubts, but to plan for her rebirth. Though painful, it was the best way to avoid walking this path again.
Qu Yimo’s eyes flashed with a vicious look, internal energy gathering in his palm: “You have gone mad.”
Liu Banxia remained silent, gazing out the window, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, pure and flawless. She smiled faintly and murmured, “That year, the three of us made a vow on the rooftop, never to abandon each other. But you personally buried me and Qian Chang, so when I return, do not blame me for being heartless.”
As midnight arrived, Qu Yimo struck with his palm, and I waved my sleeve, sending Liu Banxia into the light circle.
Seeing the illusory scene, I took a long breath, feeling cool sweat on my forehead. Looking at Liu Banxia, she was still calm and peaceful. In my heart, I was coughing blood, suddenly understanding what it means for the eunuch to be more anxious than the emperor.
“Liu Banxia, when do you want to return?”
“From the beginning, right when I was born.”
I nodded, and asked, “Won’t you regret this? The suffering you’ve endured in this life and past life will remain in your heart.”
Liu Banxia smiled softly: “I will not be sad.”
I sighed, unable to help but reach out and gently embrace her, instructing, “Be happy.”
I opened my palm and sent her back.
I did not follow her. If I saw her fate was still not good, I would be sad for a long time.
But a woman as resilient as her would definitely change her own destiny.
“Suo Suo,” Mu Yin held my hand, “Don’t be sad.”
I looked at him silently and nodded.
Ghost Realm Rebirth (Part One)
I was startled and said stiffly: “Excuse me, I’m lost. Which direction is the palace gate?”
The man looked in my direction. His eyes were open but lacked spirit, only adding a sense of weariness and disgust. I was surprised again – was he blind? I couldn’t help but sigh internally: he’s so handsome, yet can’t see anything.
Seeing him continuously looking in my direction, his brow slightly furrowed as if pondering something, yet not speaking, I was scared my immortal energy had leaked out. I lowered my head to check – yes, still in mortal form, immortal energy well-concealed.
Suddenly a faint smile crossed the man’s lips, and he raised his hand: “Come here.”
I hesitated, slowly walking towards him. When facing him directly, I realized his outline was familiar, yet I couldn’t recall where I’d seen him before. Seeing his unfocused eyes, I was more certain he was blind. My heart softened: “Well… I was originally following someone, but they suddenly disappeared, so…”
My throat choked because an invisible hand was already gripping my neck.
Looking at the man, who hadn’t moved, his lips curved into a strange arc: “You think by hiding your immortal energy, I wouldn’t know you’re an immortal?”
I stared at him in shock. Even Qing Yuan and Mu Yin couldn’t recognize me in mortal form, yet he knew. Seeing his face full of cold indifference, I suddenly remembered – I’ve seen this person before!
Mu Chuan!
When he killed me back then, it was like crushing an ant. Now, it was the same. If his hand’s force increased slightly, my neck would likely be twisted off.
Following the path into the pear garden, I tried to escape, but the road seemed endless. The pear trees grew taller, and whether looking up or ahead, there was only an endless long road that made one’s heart sink into an abyss and the mind dizzy. I bit my teeth, and the spell to clear obstacles was completely useless.
“Xushu, Xushu.”
The distant, ethereal voice came through the clouds. I looked up, but saw only a hazy sky. Flying towards the heavens, I couldn’t penetrate the dark clouds, no matter how far I flew, the voice remained unreachable.
Awakening from this exhausting dream, I let out a long sigh.
This was not the first time I’d had such a dream. Could it be that I, as a divine lord, had the ability to foresee that I would encounter a group of women who would mistake me for Xushu?
As I moved, the wound on my chest split open again, causing me to inhale sharply. A warm breath swept beside me, and I immediately had a bad feeling. Looking over, I saw Mu Chuan sleeping nearby. I silently held back a mouthful of blood, inching closer to the cold wall, shaking my head and preparing to go outside. Mu Chuan immediately moved his eyes, startling me into pulling back and pressing against the wall again.
A lump stuck in my throat, as an invisible hand was already choking my neck. Looking at the man, his body remained motionless, but his lips curved into a strange arc: “Did you think that by hiding your immortal aura, I wouldn’t know you’re an immortal?”
I stared at him in shock. Even Qing Yuan and Mu Yin couldn’t recognize me after I transformed into a mortal body, yet he knew. Looking at his face filled with a cold and ruthless air, I suddenly remembered – I’ve seen this person before!
Mu Chuan!
I clearly remembered how he killed me back then, but the image imprinted in my heart had just vanished, the memory of his face instantly blurring.
When he killed me back then, it was like crushing an ant. Now, it was the same. If his hand’s force increased slightly, my neck would likely be twisted off.
Mu Chuan leaned on a long chair, his slender right hand holding an exquisite wine cup, drinking it in one gulp before asking: “What brings an immortal into my ghost realm? Is the old Supreme God planning to start a war again?”
The hand on my neck suddenly released, and I collapsed on the ground, coughing and tasting blood in my mouth. After catching my breath, I said: “I came in with a friend to find someone and got lost.”
Seeing his smile, I knew this explanation was more far-fetched than my excuse. Gods and ghosts have always been on bad terms. If I were in his position, I wouldn’t believe it either. But if I told him Qing Yuan brought me in and we were looking for Mu Yin, would he blame them? Just as I thought this, Mu Chuan spoke again: “Who brought you in? And who are you looking for?”
After a moment of silence, he laughed again, slowly saying: “Go die.”
What the hell! You go die! I suddenly jumped up, transformed into my divine form, and spread the spell in my palm, turning the ground into flower people to bind him, hoping to delay him for a moment.
Hundreds of flower people extended their limbs, whining and wrapping around him.
Seeing he remained unmoved, with that eerie smile still on his face, I shuddered and turned to escape from the pear garden.
