The Trials of Rebirth

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.”

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