Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Chapter 185 What did you give me to eat? Why is it so hot?

The room was somewhat dark. The sky outside the window was gray.

Xiaobai leaned against the headboard, her clothes hanging loosely, revealing a glossy white collar. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes crinkling.

"come over."

Jiang Xiaochuan stood still. He knew he had to go over, and he also knew what would happen once he got there.

But he couldn't move his feet. It was the same last time; he was the one who ended up begging for mercy. She recovered too quickly, unreasonably quickly.

"Scared?" Xiaobai laughed, her voice soft and drawn out.

"...No." Jiang Xiaochuan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. As soon as he sat down, his wrist was grabbed.

With a tug, he stumbled into her arms, burying his face in her soft warmth.

"Help me, I feel terrible."

……

After what seemed like an eternity, she released her grip. He looked up, his lips still wet.

Her complexion had improved considerably, her eyes sparkling, and she reached out to wipe his face.

"alright?"

"Mmm," she responded, her fingers sliding down his cheek, to his neck, and then inside his collar. "But I still want..."

"Xiaobai!" He grabbed her wrist, his tone pleading.

She just smiled, and wrapped her other hand around him. His clothes had somehow come undone, sliding down to his waist.

He looked at her face so close to his, her smile gleaming with triumph. Then the world spun around him, and he was pushed down into the thick blankets.

"What did you promise me last time?" She leaned down, her long hair falling and scratching his neck. "You said you wouldn't call 'stop'."

"...When did I say that?"

"I told you in my heart." She lowered her head, bit his ear, and said in a muffled voice, "I heard you."

He started to feel dizzy again. He only remembered flashes of white light before his eyes and broken sounds coming out of his throat.

She lay on top of him, her breath on his ear, asking if he dared to dodge again.

"...I won't dare to do it again."

"Good girl."

……

A few more days passed. In the afternoon, the sunlight lazily crept through the window. Little White was curled up on the soft couch, like a real cat, its tail...

No, she doesn't have a tail now. She's just lying lazily on her side, her clothes thin, revealing a section of her snow-white calves.

As Jiang Xiaochuan watched, an idea suddenly came to him.

"noob."

"Um?"

"You...show me your true form?"

Xiao Bai opened her eyes, glanced at him sideways, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Let's take a look." He was a little curious. Having been in human form for so long, he had almost forgotten what she originally looked like.

Xiaobai sat up, stretched, and her joints cracked slightly. She looked at him, and a slow smile appeared on her lips.

Then, light surged forth.

Her figure blurred, elongated, and expanded in the light. The faint sounds of tearing clothes rose and fell in rapid succession, like rain pattering on banana leaves. When the light faded, Jiang Xiaochuan looked up.

He was stunned.

A huge white fox was crouching inside the house, taking up almost half of it. Fortunately, the house was built tall and spacious.

Nine fluffy tails swayed slowly behind her, like nine flowing rivers of clouds.

Its fur was snow-white, gleaming with a pearly luster. Its golden eyes lowered, looking at him, and deep within those pupils was the familiar, playful expression that belonged to Xiaobai.

She lowered her head, and the enormous head drew closer.

Her moist nose gently touched his face.

Then, a warm, rough tongue licked over, leaving a wet patch from my forehead to my chin.

The light surged again. The figure contracted and coalesced.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of him again.

She was completely naked, with bits of clothing clinging to her hair and arms. She seemed oblivious, arms crossed, head tilted as she looked at him.

"Do you want to see more?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away. "...No."

"My clothes are ruined," she said, her tone as casual as if she were simply saying that it was a sunny day.

"I...I'll go get it for you, or I can go down the mountain tomorrow and buy a new one." He turned to go to the cabinet.

The door slammed shut. It wasn't the wind.

She attached it to it remotely using her tail.

Then, a gust of wind swept over his back, and he staggered forward, collapsing onto the bed. A heavy, soft body pressed down on him, carrying a clean and wild scent, as if it had just been bathed.

"No need for that." Her voice was close to his ear, her hand already inside his clothes.

"Wait, Xiaobai, it's broad daylight..."

"Who says it can't be done during the day?"

……

Biyao sat under the eaves, looking at a packet of herbs in her hand. Linglong had said it was for gentle nourishment and conditioning, and that she should decoct and take it daily. She stared at the withered branches and leaves for a long time.

Footsteps approached. She didn't look up.

"Sister Biyao." It was Tian Ling'er, who sat down next to her. "Thinking about the child again?"

Biyao hummed in agreement, her fingers unconsciously twirling a leaf. The leaf crumbled and clung to her fingertips.

"It can't be rushed. Didn't Sister Linglong say that you're in great health, and Xiaochuan is in great health too? It's just... the time isn't right yet."

A chance encounter. Biyao tugged at the corner of her mouth. She had spent quite a bit of time with Jiang Xiaochuan.

But Jin Ping'er... that vixen Jin Ping'er, she's always elusive, and the time she spends with him is clearly even shorter. How could it be...?

She gripped the medicine packet tightly in her hand. The paper packet rustled softly.

Is it because Xiaobai is too restless and has drained him dry?

The thought suddenly popped into my head, sharp and thorny.

Yes, that fox has no self-control, always making him beg for mercy before it stops. Although I also... I always feel sorry for him and don't go too far. Could it really be because of this?

Her heart felt like it was stuffed with a damp cotton ball, making it hard to breathe. She suddenly stood up.

"Sister Biyao?"

"I'm going back to the Ghost King Sect." After she finished speaking, she summoned the Heartbreak Flower and transformed into a streak of green light, soaring into the sky.

……

Inside the Ghost King Sect, the atmosphere remained as gloomy and secluded as ever. Seeing her daughter's sudden return and noticing her gloomy expression, Xiao Chi guessed what had happened. She dismissed the others and pulled Bi Yao into the inner room.

"Mother," Biyao called out, her eyes already a little red.

"Silly child." Xiao Chi patted her head and sighed. He turned and took out a palm-sized white porcelain bottle from a hidden compartment in the display case, placing it in Bi Yao's hand. The bottle was still warm.

"This is..." Biyao looked at the unmarked porcelain bottle.

"Go back... cough, and wear the same clothes as your husband." Two suspicious blushes appeared on Xiao Chi's face, and her eyes darted around.

"It helps...it helps with fertility. One pill at a time is enough; remember, don't take too many."

Biyao held the porcelain bottle, and a warm current seemed to flow beneath the cool porcelain walls.

She nodded, feeling a weight lift from her heart. "Thank you, Mother."

"Go ahead." Xiao Chi patted the back of her hand, hesitated, and finally just smiled.

Biyao was eager to return home and forgot to ask why her mother's face was so red, nor did she delve into the possible meaning behind the words "Don't be greedy." She only remembered "it's good for offspring."

It was afternoon when she returned to Qiyun Peak. She went straight to find Jiang Xiaochuan and found him on a blue stone by the waterfall on the back mountain. He was staring blankly at the pool.

"Ogawa!"

Jiang Xiaochuan turned around and saw that her expression was strange. He had just stood up when Biyao was already in front of him.

She uncorked the bottle, and without even looking, poured out most of the nearly half-full bottle of bright red, round pills.

He tilted his head back and swallowed half of it, then, without a word, took advantage of his momentary daze and shoved the other half into his mouth. He then used his fingers to lift his chin upwards.

"Ugh!" Jiang Xiaochuan swallowed subconsciously. The pill was small, but it was hot as it slid down his throat, instantly setting off a fire in his stomach.

"Biyao, what did you feed me..." Before he could finish speaking, Biyao grabbed his wrist. She was incredibly strong, and she dragged him toward their residence, barely touching the ground.

"Biyao? Wait, what's wrong?"

Biyao didn't answer, she just walked away. She pushed open the door, kicked it shut, and bolted it. Turning around, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red. She looked at him, her breathing slightly rapid.

"Bi..." Jiang Xiaochuan was captivated by her gaze, which burned with a fire, a kind of almost resolute longing he had never seen before.

She pounced on her.

……

The door was closed for three days.

On the first day, Tian Ling'er brought food. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Only some indistinct, blushing sounds could be faintly heard from inside. She put down the food box and ran away, her face flushed.

The next day, Linglong came by once, stood quietly outside the door for a moment, shook her head, and left.

On the evening of the third day, Jin Ping'er leaned against a flowering tree in the distance, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, looking at the tightly closed door with a half-smile on her face.

On the morning of the fourth day, the door opened.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked out, supporting himself on the door frame.

His face was pale, his eyes were dark and unfocused, and he stared at the distant mountains for a long time without any direction.

His legs trembled slightly as he walked. He sat down on the stone steps by the door, looked up at the sky, and gazed at it for a long time. Like a blade of grass that had been ravaged by a storm for three days and three nights and had finally seen a sliver of sunshine.

Biyao followed her out. She had changed into a new dress, her hair was neatly combed, and her face had a satisfied, radiant glow.

But when she walked up behind Jiang Xiaochuan and saw his expression, a hint of guilt and heartache slowly seeped into her satisfied face. She sat down next to him and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

"Are you still... feeling unwell?" she asked softly.

Jiang Xiaochuan blinked slowly, as if he had to use a lot of effort to understand what she was saying.

He shook his head slowly. "...It's alright."

Biyao bit her lip, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry... I was too hasty. I forgot what Mother said, one pill at a time is enough..."

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He slowly turned his head to look at her. "How many...did you eat?"

Biyao's voice was even softer: "...half a bottle."

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent.

He turned to look at the sky again. After a long while, he sighed very softly.

I raised my hand and touched her hair. I don't blame her. I really don't.

I felt empty inside and out, as if my body had been hollowed out and then filled with many other things.

I feel bloated and weak.

Lu Xueqi walked over with Xiaobai and Linglong. Lu Xueqi glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan's expression, then at Biyao. Biyao immediately sat up straight, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be scolded.

"Biyao," Lu Xueqi said, her voice steady, revealing neither joy nor anger, but very clear, "There won't be a next time."

Biyao nodded, nodding vigorously. "I'll remember."

Xiao Bai chuckled softly, and Linglong gently nudged him with her elbow. Linglong stepped forward, her fingertips glowing with a soft white light, and touched Jiang Xiaochuan's forehead. A warm current seeped in, and his pale face finally regained some color.

"He needs to rest for half a month."

Linglong withdrew her hand and said to Lu Xueqi, "Her body is fine, just overexerted. I'll prescribe some medicine to help her recover. The main thing is her mind..."

Lu Xueqi nodded. She walked over and sat down on the other side of Jiang Xiaochuan, taking his hand in hers. His palm was slightly cool, but it slowly calmed him down.

"Xueqi..."

"Um."

"I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"We have Ping'er, and Biyao... should be here soon too." His voice was hoarse. "And there's still a little one (Jiang Liu) causing trouble. How... can we possibly manage all of this?"

Lu Xueqi paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. "There's Tian Ling'er, there's Linglong. And there's me."

"I don't want you to go," he said immediately, gripping her hand tightly. "Stay with me."

"Okay." Lu Xueqi agreed quickly, squeezing his hand back. "I'll stay with you. We won't go anywhere."

……

Some time passed. Sure enough, Biyao became pregnant as well.

Linglong diagnosed her with pregnancy. Biyao cried and laughed at the same time, hugging Jiang Xiaochuan tightly and refusing to let go.

Jiang Xiaochuan patted her back, and the lingering fear in his heart was largely washed away by the joy.

Looking at Jin Ping'er's increasingly protruding belly, then at Bi Yao's still flat stomach, and then recalling Jiang Liu crawling all over the room, pulling his hair and tugging at his clothes, he still felt a dull ache in his temples.

He sat in the courtyard and sighed to Lu Xueqi, "One after another, what can we do?"

Lu Xueqi was sewing buttons on an outer robe for him. Hearing this, she looked up at him, sunlight falling on her profile, creating a soft halo. "Didn't I tell you, I'm here for you?"

"You need someone to keep you company too," he said in a muffled voice.

Lu Xueqi didn't reply, but simply lowered her head and continued threading the needle. After a while, she suddenly said, "Yunzhou and Yueyao broke through to the ninth level of Jade Purity the day before yesterday."

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback. Those twins were already eighteen years old. The ninth level of Jade Purity... He remembered that Dao Xuan Zhenren's first disciple, Xiao Yicai (now the sect leader), seemed to have been immersed in this realm for many years.

Senior Brother Qi Hao was the same. How long had they been cultivating? A hundred years? At least several decades. But Yun Zhou and Yue Yao were only eighteen.

He looked down at his hands.

And him? His current cultivation level... while not bad, is still inferior to Xueqi's...

If it weren't for Xueqi's...that set of techniques, he would probably be even worse...

His face felt a little hot. He coughed.

Lu Xueqi had already sewed the button on and gently bit off the thread with her teeth.

She looked up and saw that his ears were red and his eyes were darting around, so she knew what he was thinking about. She put down her needlework, stood up, and walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaochuan looked up.

Lu Xueqi reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Let's go back to our room."

"Huh? Now?"

"Hmm." She tightened her grip and pulled him up. "Your mind has been wandering lately, which is not good for your cultivation. I need to give you some proper 'guidance'."

Her tone was calm, and her eyes were calm, but Jiang Xiaochuan could sense something else in them.

Looking at her cool and beautiful face, his ears burned even hotter, and somehow, most of the annoyance and self-reproach in his heart suddenly dissipated.

"Oh," he replied, letting her pull him along as he obediently followed her into the house.

The door closed behind me, shutting out the lazy afternoon sunlight from outside the courtyard.