Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 29

The cool night permeated everything.
Han Xiao tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t, instead being pulled into her sea of consciousness again. In her sea of consciousness, the elongated egg still emitted a faint glow. She took it. She thought this would be the end, but the moment she opened her eyes, she was back in the real world.
Outside the window, the night was thick, and a crescent moon hung high. She was still alone, but this time, emerging from her sea of consciousness, she held an extra item in her hand: the elongated egg she had just retrieved.
Han Xiao rose in confusion, looking down at the elongated egg. The egg’s appearance was somewhat strange; it wasn’t a common poultry egg she usually saw. As she looked, a faint tremor came from her chest. Looking down, black snake scales suddenly spread across her neck. By feeling, they were indeed spreading from her chest.
Why did her true form suddenly reveal itself? Although Han Xiao didn’t quite understand, staring at the elongated egg before her, she already had some guesses. This egg and the black snake scales suddenly growing and covering her body must be inextricably linked—
So Han Xiao calmed herself, wanting to sense the spiritual energy of this egg, but found nothing. Han Xiao was at a loss, but guessing this object was no ordinary thing, she put the elongated egg away carefully. She didn’t understand, but someone in the sect did: Elder Zhang Ziga, the old medical cultivator.
After all this tossing and turning, the night outside remained, yet Han Xiao couldn’t fall asleep no matter what. She put on her robes and thought that since returning from the Cave of Severed Affections, she hadn’t really practiced her sword. Although with her inherent strength, she didn’t need to cultivate diligently like other fellow cultivators, appropriate practice was necessary.
Thinking this, Han Xiao went to retrieve her Twilight Kite. The long sword slid from its scabbard, actually shaking off a bit of dust. It was stained with some fine white fluff… and even some undried bloodstains.
Han Xiao froze, silent. If it were the former, perhaps she had casually killed a few furry demons in the Cave of Severed Affections, but the bloodstains?
…Those were also demons.
She told herself this, then took her sword and walked into the courtyard. In the past, she had practiced her sword here for decades, day in and day out. She moved with the sword, streaks of lightning flashing, like a startled swan or a soaring dragon. Those who saw her praised her sword intent as cold and pure.
But tonight, the moment Han Xiao began to strike, she felt her sword energy was tainted. After just one move, Han Xiao gave up. She stood still, held her sword, and meticulously examined the Twilight Kite. Besides the fine fluff and undried bloodstains, what else was different? It was just some fluff and bloodstains accidentally stuck on it. Couldn’t she just use a small technique to blow them away? Han Xiao thought this, and then she did it.
The Twilight Kite seemed to have become clean again, but when Han Xiao picked it up again, she could still feel that dense, chaotic murkiness. With such murkiness swirling around, there naturally wouldn’t be a clean, cold sword intent.
She had already wiped the sword clean, so what else was there to do? Using a spell still yielded no results. Han Xiao froze, finally retrieving a memory: this sword had been meticulously wiped and cleaned day and night by Jiang Chunai.
Before Han Xiao’s first Grand Competition, Jiang Chunai had volunteered to help her care for this divine weapon, and Han Xiao had agreed. This Twilight Kite was also something Immortal Lord Yang Nian had given her. Han Xiao hadn’t really valued material possessions. The Twilight Kite could be used, and other swords could be used just as well. Sometimes Han Xiao would even find divine weapons troublesome—they required more effort to maintain than ordinary swords. But with a volunteer, the trouble dissipated.
After the Grand Competition, Han Xiao and her Twilight Kite both became famous. Even Jiang Chunai, who helped her wipe and maintain the long sword, felt proud. Han Xiao still remembered that day. When she claimed first place, Jiang Chunai was the first to come towards her, smiling, as if boasting, and asked her, “Senior Sister, how do you feel about the Twilight Kite today?”
That very day, Han Xiao and her pure sword intent became renowned in the cultivation world. They said her sword intent was clean and chilling, that only the unity of a divine weapon and its wielder could achieve such a performance. Han Xiao had not believed it before.
But now?
She silently formed another hand seal, wanting to clean the sword thoroughly. The sword was now spotless, shining enough to reflect one’s image. But Han Xiao’s mastery of the sword was so profound that merely by running her palm over the hilt, she could sense that this sword was currently unusable. Or rather, it couldn’t unleash that pure and clean sword intent.
What was missing? This divine weapon was clearly still clean, and she was still Han Xiao. Where was the problem?
Han Xiao remained silent, choosing to put the sword away.
Could the person return?
If she didn’t return, what happened?
If she returned, what would she say when she saw Jiang Chunai?
Probably just one more question, asking her how she escaped from the Cave of Severed Affections that day?
Her month of hiding was almost as boring as the time she had been sealed before, only with an added tinge of guilt.
Never mind. Jiang Chunai must be too enthusiastic about slaying demons and hasn’t stopped yet. When she finds time, she’ll return. And Han Xiao herself still had her own matters to attend to; she would never let a Junior Sister delay her important business. As for that night, the heavy rain that night, it could be considered a rare experience for a demon.
Those emotions seemed not to belong to her, yet they seemed to burst forth from the depths of her heart, quickly growing lush.
Never mind, don’t think about it.
Tomorrow, she would ask Zhang Ziga what that elongated egg was all about.
Han Xiao forced herself to sleep, even using a spell. It worked, but in the latter half of the night, Han Xiao had a dream for the first time. But it wasn’t a good dream: in the dream, there was still a dense, drizzling rain, rain tapping on the window, and a cold wind making the curtains flutter. The scene was fragmented, mountains and rivers inverted by rain, flashing before her eyes like a fleeting glimpse, yet ultimately appearing blurry, as if seen through a layer of mist. Han Xiao couldn’t distinguish the seasonal order in her dream. Her dream was not peaceful, filled with violent wind and snow.
“A rare guest, a rare guest indeed.” Zhang Ziga opened the door with a smile, and upon seeing Han Xiao, her smile deepened, almost curving her eyes. “Oh, it’s Young Friend Han Xiao. It’s rare for me to see you!”
Zhang Ziga was an elder medical cultivator of the sect, always amiable and kind in her dealings with people. People often compared her to the antithesis of Mei Shengchi—in both appearance and personality. They said a healer’s heart is benevolent, and Zhang Ziga was the embodiment of these words. Previously, when Zeng Jun was severely beaten, if Zhang Ziga hadn’t saved his life, he would have returned to the mortal realm after his cultivation was crippled. And this person had caused many troubles, so even if his cultivation was gone, whether his life could be saved was another matter. Besides being skilled in miraculous healing, Zhang Ziga was also good at identifying various rare and unusual items.
“Elder Zhang,” Han Xiao bowed slightly and said, “I came today because I have something I’d like to ask you.”
Zhang Ziga was puzzled: “Ask me? Is there anything I can help you with?” Han Xiao’s strength was obvious to all. For so many years, even Zhang Ziga had never heard from others about Han Xiao being injured. Why would she come looking for her today?
“It’s like this…” Han Xiao said, revealing the elongated egg from her embrace to show Zhang Ziga. “Please, Elder Zhang, take a look at what this is?”
Zhang Ziga froze for a moment. “Alright, let me see. Follow me.”
“Thank you for your trouble, Elder Zhang.”
“Ah, Young Friend Han Xiao, where did you find this egg?” Zhang Ziga meticulously examined the elongated egg and asked in surprise.
Han Xiao didn’t answer, only continued to ask what it was. Zhang Ziga didn’t notice her evasion, only highly puzzled, “Hmm, this thing is a snake egg.”
Upon hearing the words “snake egg,” Han Xiao’s slender eyelashes trembled. But Zhang Ziga still didn’t notice her unusual reaction, puzzled but happily saying, “This is a snake egg, but it’s no ordinary snake egg.”
“What do you mean by that, Elder Zhang?”
Zhang Ziga: “This snake egg is probably caused by some kind of ‘energy.’ Speaking of which, do you remember?”
Han Xiao blinked.
“During those days when the Ice Soul Secret Realm was damaged, Dao Lord Qiming ascertained that demonic energy had leaked out. That’s when demons would be nurtured, you see.” Zhang Ziga was still toying with the elongated, smooth egg. “Young Friend Han Xiao, did you pick up this egg when you passed by Mist-Shrouded Mountain?”
Han Xiao’s eyes didn’t blink. She quickly said, “Yes.”
“Then that’s it. This is probably a snake egg conceived by that demonic energy leakage.” Zhang Ziga handed the snake egg back to Han Xiao, saying, “Speaking of which, that demonic energy is strange. It only managed to conceive this egg, but didn’t allow it to hatch.”
“This demon is really something, just conceives but doesn’t nurture.”
After Zhang Ziga finished speaking, she thought she was being witty, but found Han Xiao unchanged, as cold as ever. She couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s head disciple is truly different.
She maintained that cold demeanor in every situation. Such a person would not feel affection; they were naturally suited for cultivating the Dao.
However…
“Eh, Young Friend Han Xiao, what is this under your eye?” Zhang Ziga suddenly asked. Just now, while observing Han Xiao’s demeanor, she vaguely saw fine lines beneath Han Xiao’s eyelids.
Han Xiao raised an eyebrow. “Is there?”
This counter-question made Zhang Ziga uncertain. When she rubbed her eyes, she found Han Xiao’s eye area perfectly clean, her skin like jade porcelain, exuding an ethereal aura.
Zhang Ziga could only be puzzled. “Ah, perhaps I haven’t rested well for several days and saw it wrong. You scared me.”
“What’s wrong?” Han Xiao asked casually, picking up the snake egg. “What does it signify when fine lines appear under the eye… Has Elder encountered anything recently?”
Zhang Ziga: “There are evil cultivators who feed gu worms. If one is afflicted with a gu, large and small symptoms will appear on their body. I once saw someone with abnormalities under their eyes; they were afflicted with a Passion Lure gu, moving heaven and earth for their lover, but ultimately died from exploding.”
Han Xiao’s eyelashes trembled, a very small movement, yet she still calmly asked why.
“Evil cultivators raise twin Passion Lure gu, parasitizing the gu worm in the spiritual platform. It cannot be removed. It creates obsessive love and desire out of thin air… If it doesn’t culminate in intercourse within a certain time, the victim will explode and die.”
Han Xiao suddenly felt the fine lines under her eyes sting, almost breaking through her skin, but she forcibly suppressed it.
“Alright, Young Friend, I’m still busy. This time of year is always my busiest,” Zhang Ziga still said cheerfully, “So many lamps in the Bright Lamp Pavilion, it’s very troublesome.”
Han Xiao blinked. “Bright Lamp Pavilion?”
“Ah!” Zhang Ziga only then realized she had misspoke. After a moment, she said, “Young Friend Han Xiao probably doesn’t know, but every cultivator in our sect has a lamp lit for them.”
Han Xiao, confused, continued to ask. It turned out that when Bright Snow Sect cultivators first joined the sect, upon offering their true names and birth information, the sect would light a lamp with a bit of their soul. For a cultivator whose reputation was soaring, their lamp would naturally burn brightly. At this point, Zhang Ziga even smiled and said, “When I went to the Bright Lamp Pavilion last year, I saw your lamp, Young Friend Han Xiao, was the brightest.”
Han Xiao forced a slight curve to her lips.
Her lamp was the brightest?
“What about those with slightly dimmer lights?”
Zhang Ziga tilted her head and said, “That must be because their spiritual state has recently been so low that it’s causing problems. Speaking of which, last year I saw a lamp whose oil had run out. Not long after, that person passed away.”
Upon hearing this, Han Xiao’s heart suddenly trembled. “Do the lamps of those who have passed away dim?”
“Yes,” Zhang Ziga nodded. “That’s natural. When cultivators first join the sect, a part of their soul is entrusted to the sect.”
Han Xiao’s heart was suddenly overcome with an emotion difficult to dispel—
It was as if the heavy rain that ravaged the world that night echoed in her ears again, mixed with Saintess’s shrill cries and shouts. She had wanted to say she would go with Zhang Ziga to the Bright Lamp Pavilion, but the latter seemed unwilling.
As she left, Zhang Ziga thoughtfully said, “The Bright Lamp Pavilion is a secret. And Young Friend Han Xiao’s strength has now reached a certain realm; she is now a pillar of the sect, so it’s fine to tell you.”
“Thank you, Elder,” she replied.
Zhang Ziga’s words almost completely dashed her idea of following her to the Bright Lamp Pavilion. In fact, she could have asked Zhang Ziga about the brightness of Jiang Chunai’s lamp—
Was it bright, or dim?
Or, had it completely faded?
Han Xiao returned to her residence with a somewhat melancholic mood and the snake egg. She clearly remembered what Zhang Ziga had just said.
This was caused by demonic energy. And this snake egg was something she had retrieved from her sea of consciousness. In other words, this snake egg could also be considered hers.
…After all, her true form was a snake.
As Han Xiao lowered her head, black snake scales began to spread again.
“Truly only gives birth but doesn’t nurture!”
Zhang Ziga’s teasing words echoed again, and Han Xiao found the matter somewhat absurd. Presumably, it must have been the shared essence from her intimate night with Jiang Chunai that led to the creation of this snake egg.
Birth was birth; it was conceived from her sea of consciousness.
Nurturing?
According to human ethics, this snake egg should have two mothers.
She wasn’t the one nurturing it, anyway.
Thinking this, Han Xiao felt inexplicably confused.
The purpose of this snake egg was still unknown, so she decided to protect it carefully for now. She had absolutely no experience raising children. Besides preserving the snake egg and feeding it with demonic energy when appropriate, she did nothing else.
Days passed like this, and Han Xiao’s life remained almost unchanged. She was still the majestic, renowned head disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian. Wherever she went, people would respectfully bow to her, calling her Senior Sister; whenever there was a slightly large competition among immortal sects, someone would cordially invite her to be a judge; on every major and minor festival, the gifts she received still flowed like water…
But there were still some subtle changes.
When Han Xiao passed the foot of the mountain, she would intentionally pause, gazing intently at the farthest undulating verdant mountains, as if waiting for someone who should return; when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, she would stand far away, observing those fellow disciples with girlish worries, wondering whom they reminded her of; her well-kept secret was still just one, and now the secret was to carefully nurture that snake egg…
Only occasionally, in the deep of night when no one was around, would she fall into a daze.
Aside from these, Han Xiao felt that her life had indeed not changed much.
For instance, her birthday was approaching, and once again, someone would painstakingly search for something for her. However, this time she unexpectedly received something else—
“Senior Sister Han Xiao!” Someone stumbled over, shouting and calling out to Han Xiao, who had just left her courtyard. Han Xiao recognized her; it was none other than the Junior Sister she had instructed when she first returned from the Cave of Severed Affections.
“What happened?”
“No, no…” The Junior Sister sobbed uncontrollably, her eyes red and puffy, “Se-Senior Sister Han Xiao, that, that, Senior Sister Jiang Chunai is dead!”
With a “clink,” the Twilight Kite, which Han Xiao had just been holding, suddenly fell to the ground. The Junior Sister was still whimpering and crying, wiping her tears while bravely saying, “Someone, someone brought Senior Sister Chunai’s corpse back… Sob, sob, the person who brought her said that Senior Sister’s corpse was found near the Cave of Severed Affections.”
“Now, everyone in the sect is gathered around Senior Sister’s corpse! Senior Sister’s body has a huge hole pierced through it!”
Han Xiao froze, a faint, delicate pain intertwining in her heart.
“I’ll go see.”
She walked expressionlessly towards the foot of the mountain, her steps steady. And the weeping Junior Sister behind her, wiping her tears, followed Han Xiao unevenly. Senior Sister truly was Senior Sister; she could handle matters of life and death with such composure.
The Yanqiu group immediately decided what to do. They gathered Jiang Chunai’s corpse and carried her to their Master. Although the Yanqiu people were few, their territory was grand, with towering palaces. The palace roofs were covered in glazed tiles, and the four eaves tapered upwards, slanting. On the pillars, fine patterns wound, all emitting a faint green light upon closer inspection—matching the carvings on the Yanqiu people’s jade plaques. However, Jiang Chunai didn’t understand what those were.
Two female disciples also guarded the palace gates. Seeing someone approach, they immediately welcomed them. Chang Xin spoke a few words to the two female disciples, and they let the group in. “Senior Sister Chang, you’re quite lucky today. Master is still here today!”
Chang Xin smiled without speaking. Jiang Chunai, keeping her distance, saw Chang Xin enter and quickly floated to follow.
Stepping into the immortal palace hall, a mysterious and ethereal aura enveloped her. The hall’s floor was paved with white jade, and the stone slabs faintly shimmered with scattered light. As Chang Xin and the others walked, it was as if every step trod upon stars. Looking up, the dome was high and distant, seemingly encompassing an endless celestial scene. Above the dome, magnificent patterns of converging stars were painted, vast and splendid.
In the very center of the hall, a pale, faint green throne stood, upon which sat an ethereal, noble woman. Hearing someone enter, she did not lift her head, only asking, “Chang Xin, I heard you brought someone back?”
Her clear voice was melodious, like the ringing of jade. Jiang Chunai inexplicably felt a sense of closeness and familiarity, even though it was her first time seeing this immortal venerable. Presumably, this was the Yanqiu Sect Leader, Yu Lingzi.
Chang Xin said, “Yes, Immortal Venerable, I brought Jiang Chunai back.”
Yu Lingzi nodded, stopped playing her zither, lifted her head, and said thoughtfully, “How did you bring her back? The place where Jiang Chunai died is hard to find. She died approximately in the Cave of Severed Affections.”
Jiang Chunai was speechless for a moment. She did die in the Cave of Severed Affections, but how did everyone know she died in the Cave of Severed Affections?
Chang Xin nodded, recounting her experiences along the way. It turned out she had gone out to respond to the Bright Snow Sect’s call to slay demons. Chang Xin, fearing trouble along the way and also wanting to disguise herself, simply pretended to be mute and embarked on the adventure with them.
“…Finally, we reached the Cave of Severed Affections. Han Xiao tried her best to flatten the Cave of Severed Affections. At that time, I sensed Jiang Chunai’s aura. I originally wanted to stop Han Xiao, but she moved too fast, and I couldn’t save her.”
Yu Lingzi nodded and asked, “What happened next?”
“At that time, when I saw the Twilight Kite piercing the sky, I became worried,” Chang Xin analyzed. “That Han Xiao’s strength was too formidable. She must have been determined to destroy the demon lair. I found it a bit strange then.”
“What was strange about it?”
Chang Xin thought for a moment and said, “As Han Xiao and the others and I walked together, I didn’t feel that the Bright Snow Sect was as it was rumored, ‘the leader of the righteous path.’ In reality, everyone had their own little schemes.” As she spoke, she recounted the incidents involving Jing Shun and Yan Linglong one by one.
“Especially that Jing Shun; he seemed to be of the same generation as Han Xiao in terms of seniority, but his strength was far inferior. He even quarreled with villagers over a minor matter when we stayed overnight… As for Yan Linglong, after we found her, she was obedient, but that’s where the strangeness lies.” Chang Xin then narrated the peculiar rescue incident in the Cave of Severed Affections.
Jiang Chunai’s wandering soul floated, listening, her heart also bitter. She knew how Yan Linglong’s final decision pushed her into another deep pit. In a moment of crisis, Jiang Chunai gave her life-preserving jade bracelet to her Junior Sister; but that Junior Sister, who usually got along very well with her, cruelly betrayed her. Perhaps with death, emotions faded. Jiang Chunai heard some of Chang Xin’s analysis, and surprisingly, her heart felt no strong ripples.
Yu Lingzi listened, then said, “Yes, there is indeed something suspicious about this matter. Speaking of which, do you know the Yan surname?”
“Your disciple does not.”
“The Yan clan and the Su clan share the same origin. I wonder if this Yan Linglong has the spoiled young lady’s temperament you spoke of?” Yu Lingzi said, resuming her zither playing. “You know, one of the Mengling Sect Leaders is named Su.”
Chang Xin’s eyes widened abruptly. She carefully recalled her experiences with Yan Linglong along the way. Because she pretended to be mute, her presence in the group was extremely low. Over time, whatever people said, they wouldn’t avoid her. “Boring mute” was how everyone described Chang Xin. Thus, when Jing Shun privately complained to his subordinates about Yan Linglong’s spoiled young lady temperament, she overheard a word or two—
“It seems there might be some connection,” Yu Lingzi stopped playing the zither and stood up. “Let me see. This poor child, I heard her chest was pierced with a large hole?”
Chang Xin affirmed this, and together with others, laid Jiang Chunai’s corpse on white silk. Yu Lingzi quickly approached, lowering her gaze to examine Jiang Chunai’s corpse.
“Master, how is it? Can she still be saved?” Chang Xin appeared somewhat anxious. After all, she had exerted a great deal of effort to bring this sister’s corpse back to Yanqiu. If it was useless, that would be too disheartening.
Yu Lingzi did not directly answer Chang Xin’s words. Instead, she produced a jade lock from somewhere and gently wrapped it around Jiang Chunai’s neck. All the disciples present remained silent, knowing this was their Master’s method of examination.
After approximately the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Chang Xin finally said, “Master, how is it?”
Jiang Chunai, who had been dead for quite some time and felt no emotion, also grew nervous, waiting with bated breath for Yu Lingzi’s answer.
Yu Lingzi nodded gently, then her gaze swept keenly across the hall, almost spotting Jiang Chunai. Jiang Chunai subconsciously tried to dodge, then realized she was already a wandering soul and others couldn’t see her.
But she soon realized her mistake.
Under everyone’s expectant gazes, Yu Lingzi spoke: “Hmm, it’s no use.”
Everyone: “…”
“Her physical body is too severely damaged.”
Chang Xin sounded quite distressed upon hearing this, sighing, “Her physical body is too severely damaged, then is she just… gone?” Although she worked hard to carry the person back, the most important thing was for the person to be alive. Master’s meaning was simple: Jiang Chunai could not be revived from this physical body.
“No matter, your efforts were useful.” Yu Lingzi said blandly, tapping lightly on the corpse’s forehead with her slender finger. “At least, her soul is still here.”
Jiang Chunai’s wandering soul trembled upon hearing this, while Chang Xin was delighted: “Her soul is still here? Then should we go search near the Cave of Severed Affections?”
Jiang Chunai muttered to herself, search for what, why go to all that trouble? She had floated with her all the way, and her soul couldn’t leave her physical body by more than a zhang.
“No need. Jiang Chunai’s soul should be right here in Yanqiu.”
Chang Xin was both surprised and joyful. “Her soul has already followed us to Yanqiu?”
“Yes. The person who injured her struck too heavily. Look at this irreparable bloody hole… it seems to be caused by a divine weapon for slaying demons and devils. Moreover, to cause such great damage to a descendant of Nuwa, it’s not just a problem with the sword.”
After Yu Lingzi finished speaking, her brow had already furrowed. “When the time comes, we will carefully investigate the reason. Let’s go, take this corpse to the Pond of Rebirth. This Venerable has a way.”
The disciples heeded her command and immediately followed Yu Lingzi’s steps. Jiang Chunai also unconsciously floated along. Yu Lingzi, as expected of a sect leader, deduced so much information just from her corpse.
An indescribable, ineffable emotion slowly spread through Jiang Chunai’s heart. In fact, Jiang Chunai had known her bloodline was special from a very early age, whether it was from what Master told her or the female voices in her sea of consciousness. All of this indicated that her identity held other mysteries. Otherwise, Master would not have brought her back from the snowy wilderness.
…In fact, had it not been for the protection of Nuwa’s bloodline, she would probably have died in that famine year like the rest of her village.
The Pond of Rebirth, as its name suggested, was full of vibrant and thriving life. Mist swirled in the center of the pond, while tall and sturdy trees with lush branches formed a large canopy of green shade around its edges. Exotic flowers and plants bloomed freely around the Pond of Rebirth, colorful and dazzling. On the water’s surface, several colorful birds perched.
“Alright, place Jiang Chunai’s corpse into the Pond of Rebirth,” Yu Lingzi commanded.
Chang Xin asked in confusion, “Master, but didn’t you just say that Jiang Chunai’s corpse is unusable?”
Yu Lingzi said, “Her corpse is unusable, but did you forget? I said her soul is right here in Yanqiu. If this physical body cannot be used, then a new one will be created.”
Jiang Chunai felt both fear and exhilaration upon hearing this.
She watched as Yu Lingzi’s slender fingers moved like flying, forming hand seals and casting a spell. A faint green light rose from her hand, gathering light like pearls, with flecks of gold, and seeming to possess the radiance of the sun and moon. Chang Xin, too, was mesmerized—she had seen Master use this Rebirth Technique several times, and each time the color of the hand seals Master formed was different: that was determined by the person being reborn. Generally, if the color was brilliant, then the person’s bone structure and talent were truly exceptional.
Jiang Chunai, it really was a pity she died. Good thing she’ll come back to life, Chang Xin thought.
However, she didn’t have her own physical body, so what would happen to the original one? Chang Xin raised this question.
Yu Lingzi, while forming hand seals, said, “Send her original physical body back to the Bright Snow Sect.”
“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. From now on, Jiang Chunai is one of us, the Yanqiu people. Moreover, she should have been one of us from Yanqiu all along.”
At this point, the usually serious Yu Lingzi actually let out a scoff. “Yang Nian put in no small effort to bring the Bright Snow Sect back to its peak.”
The water in the Pond of Rebirth, driven by the spell, gathered into a vortex, glowing with a mixture of faint green and shattered gold. The colorful water ripples began to twist—
Jiang Chunai’s vision suddenly blurred.
As her consciousness neared collapse, she heard a call:
“Soul, return to your place—”