Resurrected

"Why haven't they arrived yet?" Yun Qian muttered under her breath as she carried Zhihua down the mountain path.

The cold wind on Cangmin Mountain grew stronger and stronger, penetrating her thin clothes and making her teeth chatter.

Her body was now completely empty, without any spiritual energy to protect her, so she could only rely on her own two legs to move slowly down the mountain. After walking for quite some time, she hadn't seen a single person, let alone Lin Huaiyu.

Logically, Xiao Hei and Zhi Hua both sensed her return, so there's no reason why Lin Huaiyu shouldn't have noticed. Why is she still nowhere to be seen?

Has his injury not healed yet?

Yun Qian was unaware that what might only be "a while" for her was actually a whole hundred years of quiet time passing by Cangmin Mountain.

No, not anywhere...

Lin Huaiyu searched almost every place he had been to on Cangmin Mountain, but the remnant soul belonging to Yun Qian had evaporated without a trace, like morning dew under the sun. He held the empty glass bottle, his knuckles white from the excessive force, his hand trembling uncontrollably. An immense, abyss-like sorrow instantly overwhelmed him, almost shattering all his reason and ability to think.

He never imagined that someone who couldn't even manifest the celestial divination and should have been completely annihilated would actually be able to come back to life.

Down the mountain, neither Zhihua nor Xiaohei wanted to leave Yunqian's side for even a moment to inform that slow-witted fellow. Helpless, Yunqian could only continue to hold the warm Zhihua, relying on its slight body heat, and slowly, step by step, continue down the mountain.

Then, she met a complete stranger.

……etc?

Yun Qian was taken aback. How could there be strangers on Cangmin Mountain?

The unfamiliar disciple was clearly taken aback when he saw Yun Qian, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes. When did such a stunningly beautiful senior sister or junior sister appear in the mountains?

"You are...?" Yun Qian asked hesitantly, even wondering if she was hallucinating from the cold.

"My name is Yuri." The disciple quickly bowed respectfully to Yun Qian. "May I ask how you are addressed, young lady?"

Yun Qian paused for a few seconds, not answering, but instead asking, "Whose disciple are you?" She remembered that before she lost consciousness, Qi Mo had killed Yue Sheng with a single sword strike. Could this person be Qi Mo's newly accepted disciple? But wasn't this too fast? It felt like only a short while had passed.

“Baichuan is indeed my master,” Yuri answered honestly.

"What?" Yun Qian was completely stunned. She blinked, almost thinking she had misheard. "Bai...Baichuan?"

Did she hear that right? Baichuan has already taken on apprentices?

“You heard me right.” From within the inner palace came Xiao Hei’s slightly apologetic thoughts, “I was so happy just now that I forgot to tell you that a hundred years have passed here.”

One hundred years?!

Yun Qian felt a wave of dizziness and stumbled, almost losing her balance.

A hundred years, is that a long time?

Those guys... have they already forgotten about her?

Lin Huaiyu hasn't appeared for so long, could it be that he thinks she's not coming back, so he's gone traveling around, living a carefree and happy life?

Yun Qian felt a little dazed, her mind a jumbled mess.

Yuri's voice came again, tinged with caution: "Young lady? I haven't had the pleasure of asking your name yet..."

Yun Qian's thoughts were pulled back to reality. She took a deep breath of the cold air, composed herself, and looked at Yuri, saying, "You should call me 'Uncle-Master'."

She paused, feeling her strength rapidly draining away, and had to steady herself by holding onto a nearby rock. "Also, I need to trouble you with something. Go down the mountain right now and find your master, Baichuan, and tell him to bring medicine for my injuries and come find me at the back of the mountain."

Her face was frighteningly pale, and her voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Oh, okay, okay!" Yuri then noticed Yun Qian's unusually bad condition. Not daring to delay, he quickly turned around and used his movement technique to rush down the mountain.

"Master—!"

Inside the alchemy room, Bai Chuan was so startled by the earth-shattering shout that his hand trembled, and the flames under the alchemy furnace shot up with a "whoosh," adding a few new streaks to his already mottled robe as the ash splashed up.

"What are you yelling about? So impulsive!" Bai Chuan frowned.

Yuri, panting heavily, leaned against the doorframe and said, "Master! A young lady from the forbidden area in the back mountain just now sent me to find you. She said you should take some medicine and go find her quickly!"

"Who is it?" Bai Chuan casually flicked his sleeve, trying to shake off the dust. "I'm not going." He assumed it was one of Qi Mo's mischievous disciples who had suffered some minor injury and was trying to trick him into giving him free treatment. He was a medical cultivator, not anyone's personal physician, and he didn't have that kind of free time.

"She said...she's my martial aunt!"

"Who?" Bai Chuan scoffed without even looking up. "Where did you get this female martial aunt from..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, and his expression changed drastically!

What if?

What if...it really is my senior sister?!

"Where is he?!" He suddenly looked up, his voice tense and urgent, without even realizing it himself.

"It's right there, at the entrance to the forbidden area in the back mountain!"

As soon as Yuri finished speaking, he saw a blur before his eyes, a gust of wind swept by, and Baichuan was nowhere to be seen in the alchemy room.

Yun Qian was too exhausted to walk any further. She carried Zhi Hua and slid down to the ground against the cold mountain wall. She was cold, tired, and in excruciating pain all over her body. Her vision was blurring, and she really wanted to just pass out.

Just as her consciousness began to fade, a flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and a figure suddenly appeared with an aura as swift as a storm.

It is a hundred rivers.

He stood frozen in place, his pupils contracting sharply as he stared incredulously at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure huddled in the snow. His eyes instantly reddened, a surge of bittersweet emotion welling up within him.

"Quick, don't just stand there." Yun Qian barely managed to lift her heavy arm, her voice weak and feeble. "Give her some medicine. If she really can't make it, she'll die if we don't save her now..."

Bai Chuan snapped back to his senses, his heart gripping as if by an invisible hand. He hurriedly knelt down, his fingers trembling as he placed his hand on Yun Qian's wrist, feeling the faint, chaotic pulse, which only fueled his anxiety. He frantically searched his Qiankun bag, but the more anxious he became, the less he could find the perfect healing elixir.

The bottles and jars of medicine clattered together, making a chaotic sound. Bai Chuan was in a state of panic and confusion, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Emotions that had been suppressed for a hundred years finally broke down at this moment, and hot tears uncontrollably streamed down his face, dripping onto the cold snow and leaving small wet streaks.

Seeing his tears, Yun Qian paused for a moment, then forced a faint smile, raised her hand, and gently patted his shoulder.

Bai Chuan forcefully wiped away the tears on his face, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. He rummaged around for a few more moments and finally pulled out a small white jade bottle, from which he poured out a pill the size of a longan, emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Yun Qian took the medicine and swallowed it with difficulty. A gentle warmth instantly spread from her throat, slowly flowing to her limbs and bones, temporarily suppressing the excruciating pain and chill. She finally caught her breath, hugged Zhihua tightly in her arms again, and said weakly, "Use a teleportation array, I can't walk a single step now."

"Okay, okay!" Bai Chuan nodded repeatedly, his voice still hoarse from sobbing. He immediately made a hand seal, and a soft, steady spiritual light shone from his fingertips, enveloping the two people and the cat.