Chapter 154: The Rebirth Incantation and the Rebirth Bamboo Yellow

"Hmph!" Zhuhuang sneered, "I was wondering why you would strike your master; so it turns out you knew I was of the Demon Race all along, which is why you wouldn't let him touch me. I suppose you were afraid I had some kind of witchcraft on me."

Lingxiang smiled upon hearing this, twisting her braid as she said, "It wasn't that I was afraid of what you might have on you; it's just that my master is a straightforward man. If he had discovered something and alerted the enemy, wouldn't we have failed to catch this internal traitor?"

Hearing this, Bai Yang, who was to the side, became furious with shame and hurriedly shouted, "What are you still waiting for? Why haven't you killed her yet to prevent future trouble!?"

But Zhuhuang looked impatient: "What's the rush? She's just a little disciple, nothing more than someone with a bit of cleverness. Are you actually afraid of her?"

Lingxiang gave a scoffing laugh, showing no signs of fear: "She might have the heart to kill me, but she no longer has the strength to do so, am I right? Guihua?"

Zhuhuang was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter, but the laughter sounded extremely bewitching, not at all like how a little girl should sound.

"That brat ultimately betrayed the Demon Lord after all, actually telling you about my affairs. Doesn't he care about his mother at all?!"

"I don't believe anyone who falls into your hands can remain alive, especially after witnessing your capabilities."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhuhuang's face froze, and she immediately roared viciously at Lingxiang: "Little demon girl, I see you don't want to live today!"

Once the words were out, Zhuhuang's face began to wrinkle like shedding skin. In no time at all, a human skin peeled off her body, and behind the skin was actually a scantily clad, alluring woman, only...

Only the woman was covered in bruises, and there was a large contusion on her face.

Seeing this, Lingxiang was amused: "Oh my, it seems the power of this Cizhu Sword is truly extraordinary. Looking at the state of your face, I'm afraid you won't be fit to be seen for ten days or half a month. A dignified female general under the Demon Lord, how are you so fragile!"

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Once these words were spoken, it was like adding oil to fire, inciting Guihua to explode with rage instantly. She shrieked and charged at Lingxiang.

"Little demon girl! I will take your life today!"

Guihua came fiercely, but Lingxiang showed no panic. As soon as Guihua reached her, she turned and hid behind a tree. In that instant, a figure in white flashed out, followed by a flick of the fingers that raised a shield to block Guihua's offensive.

This person was none other than Fuyin Zhenren!

And the moment Fuyin Zhenren received Guihua's blow, he immediately drew his horsetail whisk, chanted an incantation, and struck down toward Guihua's face.

Although Guihua was suffering from the wounds of the Cizhu Sword, she was, after all, a fierce general under the Demon Lord. The moment she saw the horsetail whisk in Fuyin Zhenren's hand, she immediately withdrew her strength and retreated with a somersault.

Seeing his strike miss, Fuyin Zhenren immediately closed in, the horsetail whisk in his hand surging with Spirit Qi as he slashed over.

This time Guihua could not dodge in time. Just when it seemed she would be hit, a tail grew out from behind her, which coiled around Bai Yang and blocked him in front of her.

Fuyin Zhenren could not retract his strength in time, and the Spirit Qi carried by the whisk struck Bai Yang entirely, causing him to vomit blood and die on the spot.

Once Bai Yang was dead, Guihua threw him at Fuyin Zhenren. Fuyin Zhenren had no choice but to reach out and catch him.

And it was at this moment that Guihua shouted at Lingxiang:

"Little demon girl, if you ever fall into my hands, I will make sure you know what it means to wish for death!"

She then turned and jumped off the cliff, disappearing into the dark night in an instant, leaving not a trace behind.

At this moment, Lingxiang rushed to the edge of the cliff and shouted into the boundless darkness: "Let's not be so polite; exchanging pleasantries is a bit cliché. You might as well just fall to your death; it would be best if we never see each other again in this life or the next!!"

Fuyin Zhenren first smiled, then looked at the thoroughly dead Bai Yang in his arms and felt troubled. Although this person was a traitor to the Kunwu Sect, he was, after all, a disciple of Xuanhuai Zhenren. Having killed him with his whisk, how was he to explain this to Xuanhuai Zhenren?

Just then, Xuanhuai Zhenren flashed out from behind a tree. His hair was already completely silver, and his expression was so sorrowful that he seemed even older.

Seeing him like this, Fuyin Zhenren hurriedly apologized: "This is all my fault for not considering the cunning of the Demon Race, and for killing your beloved disciple. If you cannot let this go, then..."

Before he could finish, Xuanhuai Zhenren raised a hand to stop him: "Fellow Daoist, do not blame yourself. Meeting such an end is entirely his own doing; I cannot blame anyone else. It is just that he has been by my side since he was young, and seeing him like this, I truly find it hard to control my emotions."

Bai Yang probably never expected until his death that Guihua would use him as a shield to avoid the damage. The expression of astonishment was still frozen on his face, and he died with his eyes wide open.

Just as Xuanhuai Zhenren was trembling while reaching out to close his eyes, he heard a sigh from Lingxiang beside him:

"Oh my, this person who deserved to die has received such full compassion, while the one who didn't deserve to die is left unattended. You old man are truly strange."

Fuyin Zhenren frowned upon hearing this and immediately opened his mouth to scold Lingxiang, but he closed it when he turned his head—

Lingxiang was actually holding Zhuhuang's human skin in her hands, pinching her fingers and chanting the Rebirth Incantation.

"This Zhuhuang looked no more than seven or eight years old, still at an innocent and romantic age, yet she met with such a disaster and suffered this cruel fate. If not for this Bai Yang's treachery, how could she have ended up as nothing but a piece of human skin?" Lingxiang finished the Rebirth Incantation and sighed deeply: "I think the one who deserves the most pity is this little girl."

Hearing this, the expression on Xuanhuai Zhenren's face became even sadder. Although Zhuhuang was an orphan Hongying had picked up from the foot of the mountain, she was someone he had watched grow up, and as her master, he was naturally heartbroken. It was just that he had poured too much effort into Bai Yang, and he found it truly hard to accept his betrayal.

He had heard the conversation between Bai Yang and Guihua clearly from behind the tree. Yet, this brat didn't know that it wasn't that he refused to teach him the Niling Technique, but that his constitution was too weak and truly unsuitable for cultivation; if something went wrong, he might lose his life. Who would have thought he would hold a grudge because of this? It truly chilled his heart!

Just then, Zhuhuang's human skin began to glow. A moment later, it turned into specks of light like fireflies, circling the three of them before landing in front of them and taking the form of Zhuhuang. Although this Zhuhuang was still as playful as ever, she was covered in a fluorescent glow, staring at the three of them with a smile.

"Thank you, big sister, for being able to understand me so well. If not for your Rebirth Incantation, I don't know how much longer I would have been trapped in that darkness; it was truly terrifyingly dark there."

"Could it be..." Lingxiang was shocked, could this be Zhuhuang's soul?!

Just as Lingxiang was astonished, she heard Zhuhuang comforting Xuanhuai Zhenren:

"Master, please don't be sad. It didn't hurt at all when Zhuhuang died. It was just that in the blink of an eye, I was locked in a place where I couldn't see my own fingers. I was very scared at that time, but I got used to it later." Zhuhuang smiled as she spoke, with no expression of pain on her face.

Hearing this, Xuanhuai Zhenren could no longer hold back. Old tears streamed down his furrowed face, and he trembled as he called out Zhuhuang's name, saying he had failed her.

Zhuhuang shook her head upon hearing this: "Master did not fail Zhuhuang. If not for Master, Zhuhuang would not have lived so long. It's just that Zhuhuang is a bit reluctant to leave Master, and reluctant to leave big sister Hongying, but..."

At this moment, a sound of bells came from the darkness, and this sound, carried by the night wind, made one feel a chill throughout their body.

"Someone has come to pick me up. Zhuhuang will bid farewell to Master here. If there is a next life, I hope Master can continue to be Zhuhuang's master."

Once she finished speaking, Zhuhuang turned and disappeared into the dark night in a moment, leaving only Xuanhuai Zhenren, an old man, weeping alone.