Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Chapter 156 Did You Miss Me?

Behind Dazhu Peak, beside the waterfall.

Jiang Xiaochuan had just finished a round of practice and was wiping away sweat.

Lu Xueqi stood to the side, holding a water bag, waiting for him to come over.

Little White lay lazily in the sun not far away, its silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.

Tian Ling'er sat by the pool, kicking the water barefoot and humming a song.

Linglong sat in her usual spot under the bamboo shade, a book open in front of her, while Long Nianchuan squatted at her feet, scratching something on the ground with a twig.

These past few days, the atmosphere around Dazhu Peak has been filled with joy because of the eldest brother's wedding, and even this "base" on the back mountain has become much more lively.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also in a good mood, happy for his senior brother, and even more energetic in his practice.

Just then, a series of light footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by the fluttering of a light green dress. A delicate and agile figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Biyao.

She spotted Jiang Xiaochuan by the waterfall at a glance, and her eyes instantly lit up as if they were filled with the sunshine of summer.

She stopped a few feet away, opened her arms, and a radiant, untroubled smile bloomed on her face as she called out in a clear, crisp voice:

"Xiao Chuan! I'm here! Did you miss me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan froze as he wiped his sweat. He stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Biyao, his mind a little blank.

Biyao? What's she doing here?

Is it still on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak in Qingyun Mountain?

Is he dreaming?

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"Bi... Biyao? What brings you here?"

He blurted it out, his voice full of surprise, and he even forgot to put down the towel he was using to wipe his sweat.

Biyao's smile faded slightly, her lips pouted a little, showing her dissatisfaction:

"Why can't I come? I missed you, so I came!"

She kept her arms outstretched, staring at him intently, the meaning clear—come here, give me a hug.

Jiang Xiaochuan was still in a daze; good and evil cannot coexist!

Biyao is the young master of the Ghost King Sect, and this is Qingyun Mountain!

How could she... He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"She is now a guest of Qingyun, representing the Ghost King Sect to negotiate peace."

Lu Xueqi's cold voice rang out, interrupting Jiang Xiaochuan's unspoken words.

She walked to Jiang Xiaochuan's side, her gaze calmly meeting Biyao's. "Everything's settled?"

Biyao's gaze shifted from Jiang Xiaochuan's face to Lu Xueqi, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—warning, scrutiny, and a hint of barely perceptible...approval?

She nodded, her tone becoming more formal: "Yes, the five principles are in place, and the spiritual contract is finalized."

Xiao Bai sat up at some point, stretched, glanced at Bi Yao with her peach blossom eyes, and said lazily, "You've worked hard, little girl."

Biyao glanced at Xiaobai, said nothing, but looked at Jiang Xiaochuan again, her eyes once more filled with grievance and accusation:

"I traveled all this way, and it wasn't easy to reach a peace agreement. Now I can come to see you openly and honestly, and you just stand there like this? Not even a little bit of gesture? You heartless bastard!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned by her barrage of words.

Negotiations? Peace? A spiritual pact?

Biyao came to negotiate peace? And they actually reached an agreement?

So now she can openly and legitimately move around Qingyun?

The amount of information was too much for him to process all at once.

Looking at Biyao's aggrieved yet expectant eyes, her deep green eyes were now wet, as if covered with a layer of water, and a certain part of his heart suddenly softened.

Just then, Biyao suddenly moved.

As if she could no longer hold back, or as if her longing, which had been building up for far too long, had finally found an outlet, she suddenly rushed towards him.

Before Jiang Xiaochuan could react, she crashed into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and buried her face deep in his chest.

"Waaah..."

You bastard...

They don't miss me at all...

I've missed you so much...

I think about it every day, every night...

You heartless bastard…

A suppressed, choked sob came from his chest, and hot tears quickly soaked his thin training clothes.

Biyao's body trembled slightly, as if she had endured immense grievances and longing, which she was finally able to release.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze completely.

He was enveloped in the warm, soft scent of a young woman, her familiar fragrance carrying a hint of grass and trees. The damp warmth against his chest and the suppressed sobs of the woman in his arms struck his heart like a small hammer.

He held his hands up, unsure where to put them, his mind blank.

He could sense that Biyao's tears were real, and that her grievances and longing were genuine.

But... Lu Xueqi was watching right there, and Xiaobai, Tian Ling'er, and Linglong were also there...

He instinctively wanted to look at Lu Xueqi's expression, but as soon as he moved his head, he felt the arms around his waist tighten even more. Biyao cried even harder: "Don't look at anyone else! Look at me! Look at me!"

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."

He could only stiffly lower his head and look at the fluffy head in his arms.

My mind is a complete mess.

A surprise? Yes.

Awkward? Even more so.

Feeling helpless? At most.

There was also a hint of... a secret flutter and heartache that even he himself didn't realize.

Lu Xueqi stood aside, quietly watching the two embracing, her face expressionless, but the fingers gripping the Tianya sword sheath tightened slightly.

But she neither spoke nor made a move.

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow, a half-smile curving his lips. His gaze shifted between Bi Yao and Lu Xueqi, then looked at the dumbfounded Jiang Xiaochuan, shook his head, lay back down, and closed his eyes to rest. But the smile on his lips seemed to carry a hint of watching a good show.

Tian Ling'er had already stood up from the pool, biting her lip, looking at Bi Yao who was tightly hugging Jiang Xiaochuan and crying, and then at Lu Xueqi who was silent beside her, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

She had known for a long time that Biyao had feelings for Jiang Xiaochuan, but seeing this scene with her own eyes still made her feel like something was blocking her heart, making her feel stuffy, a little sour, and a little bitter.

Linglong also put down her book, looking over with gentle eyes, her gaze filled with understanding and a touch of melancholy.

Long Nianchuan tilted his head curiously, looking at the green-clad older sister who had suddenly appeared and was crying while hugging his father. Liuli's eyes were full of confusion.

After a while, Biyao's crying gradually subsided, turning into soft sobs.

But she still held Jiang Xiaochuan tightly, showing no intention of letting go, as if he would disappear if she did.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a large wet patch on his chest, which felt chilly.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally raised his hand and awkwardly patted Biyao's back, offering a dry word of comfort:

"Okay, okay, stop crying... I... I'm not... Um, welcome..."

He really didn't know what to say.

Biyao snuggled against him, wiping her tears and snot on his clothes, before saying in a muffled voice, "That's more like it..."

She finally relaxed a little, raised her head, her eyes and nose were red, and her face was still wet with tears, but she had already tried to force a smile, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan with bright eyes.

"I can come here anytime from now on! I can come openly and honestly! Nobody can stop me!"

Looking at her tear-streaked face and surprisingly bright eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan's awkwardness and embarrassment strangely dissipated, and he nodded: "Mm."

Biyao then stopped crying and started laughing, a smile so bright it was dazzling. She loosened her grip on his waist and instead took his hand, their fingers intertwined tightly.

Then, she turned around and looked at Lu Xueqi, Xiaobai, Tian Ling'er and Linglong. Her face was still wet with tears, but her smile had returned to its usual generous and bright state, even with a hint of smugness and assertion of dominance.

"Senior Sister Lu, Senior Xiaobai, Sister Ling'er, Miss Linglong," she greeted them one by one, her gaze finally landing on Linglong. She paused slightly, seemingly curious, but quickly looked away. "Long time no see. I hope you'll take care of me in the future."

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly in response.

Xiao Bai glanced at her, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "No problem."

Tian Ling'er pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Linglong bowed slightly, her smile gentle: "Miss Biyao, I've heard so much about you."

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Biyao's arrival was like a boulder thrown into an already turbulent lake, creating even bigger ripples.

The women exchanged silent glances, as if unseen lightning crackled between them.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood in the middle, his hand tightly held by Biyao, feeling a chill run down his spine, as if he were being pricked by needles.

He tried to pull his hand away, but Biyao gripped it tighter and gave him a warning glare.

At this delicate and awkward moment, another figure hurriedly ran over from the bamboo forest path. It was a disciple of Little Bamboo Peak, dressed in a light blue dress, with a charming appearance. It was Jin Ping'er.

She seemed to have run fast; her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little unsteady. She saw this "spectacular" scene by the waterfall from afar.

Jiang Xiaochuan was being held tightly by Biyao's hand, with Lu Xueqi, Xiaobai, Tian Ling'er, and Linglong surrounding him—his steps suddenly stopped, the color draining from his face instantly, his eyes flashing with panic, guilt, and a hint of undisguised...sorrow.

Biyao also saw Jin Ping'er, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which then turned into understanding and a trace of displeasure.

She released Jiang Xiaochuan's hand, took a few steps forward, looked at Jin Ping'er, and asked in a tone that revealed neither joy nor anger, "Ping'er? What are you doing here?"

Jin Ping'er bit her lip, walked up to Bi Yao, and knelt down with a thud. Her head was bowed, and her voice trembled, "Senior Sister... I... I'm so sorry..."

Biyao frowned: "Get up and speak. What is it?"

Jin Ping'er didn't get up, but simply raised her head, looked at Bi Yao, and then quickly glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan beside her. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her face was full of guilt and determination.

"Senior Sister, Ping'er is guilty. That day you asked me to go to Qingyun to keep an eye on things, but I... I took it upon myself to conceal my identity and became a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, becoming a disciple of Qingyun... I... I..."

She paused, her voice lowered, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

"And I even harbored inappropriate thoughts towards Senior Brother Jiang... Senior Sister, Ping'er knows her mistake and will accept whatever punishment you may give me!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely dumbfounded.

Jin Ping'er...was she sent by Bi Yao?

She even... developed feelings for him?

His mind was completely in chaos. The shocks he had received today came one after another, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Biyao's face instantly darkened, her dark green eyes flashing with cold light as she stared at Jin Ping'er kneeling on the ground, her aura suddenly turning icy and sharp.

But soon, the chill slowly subsided.

She looked at Jin Ping'er's pale, tear-streaked face, at the deep guilt and fear in her eyes, and then she thought of her mother, and of how obedient and hardworking she had been by her side all these years...

In the end, she just let out a long, complicated sigh.

"That's enough." Biyao's voice was weary, but also relieved. "Get up. I should have thought of this sooner."

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

What kind of magic does this silly boy possess?

How could so many people fall for it, even those she had personally trained and warned?

Jin Ping'er looked up at Bi Yao in disbelief, tears streaming down her face: "Senior Sister...you...you don't blame me?"

"What's the use of blaming you?" Biyao tugged at the corners of her mouth, her smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness.

"If matters of the heart could be controlled, they wouldn't be matters of the heart. Now that you've joined Qingyun, be a good Qingyun disciple. As for him..."

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes carrying a warning, but also a hint of resigned indulgence. "You decide what to do. But remember, he's mine."

Jiang Xiaochuan stood in the middle, watching this bizarre and chaotic scene—Biyao declared her dominance, Jin Ping'er confessed and pleaded guilty, and the other women remained silent with varying expressions—he felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

Has he... fallen into a spider's web?

Or is this the blessing he gets for "wanting it all"?

Good heavens, isn't this a bit too much good fortune?

He's finding it hard to handle!