Luo Mountain Sword Sect Disciples

The next morning, Xue Ji started to open her eyes. At first, she was surprised by her hair turning white. The hair became like her real hair in the past. She honestly didn't want to look like that, why did the girl's hair color change overnight?

She pondered for a moment, feeling her heart a little unhappy. Looks like in the future it will be troublesome.

Then she glanced at the wounds on her body that had healed, some had dried up and some only left scars that might be hard to get rid of.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped away down the peak of Bing An. She didn't know the identity of the girl whose body was being occupied. So, she had to find out.

Before the girl died, Xue Ji had promised to avenge the girl. Even though she wasn't a good person, she would always keep her promises. That's why all her life she's never easy to make promises.

"Who are you, Girl?" she muttered after taking a deep breath.

Holding a grudge was such a stifling thing, she knew how that felt. If possible she also wants to ask someone to get her revenge. It was very tiring. Unfortunately, no one was able to help her.

Since she knows how painful it is to hold grudges and hatred, she will help the girl. She laughed quietly. After all, she loves to make a mess, really likes to do evil. She would gladly do it.

Xue Ji walked while fixing her hair tie. She looked down, surveying her new body. This girl maybe 15 or 16 years old, but her body proportions are very good. The bulge on her chest seemed to be growing faster than girls her age.

The girl's skin was also white and smooth. Her face was beautiful, though not as pretty as Xue Ji's real appearance. However, that was enough. With this girl's appearance, Xue Ji was sure, she could still seduce some men.

Her smile grew. She ran down the snowy peak. The place was so big that it took quite a while to get to the bottom.

As she was descending the peak, she suddenly saw a group of people resting under a pine tree. The human group consisted of seven people, male and female. They all wear the same uniform.

Xue Ji didn't care about them. She continued on her way until suddenly someone from the group called out to her. "Hey, wait!"

Lazy, Xue Ji ignored the call. The person who had called out to her suddenly sped up to block her steps. "Young Lady, please wait a moment."

Xue Ji stared lazily at the young man blocking her steps. The young man looked 18 years old. His facial features are gentle and slightly feminine. She wasn't that interested in him.

"What is it? Why are you blocking me?" Xue Ji asked nonchalantly.

The man smiled awkwardly at her while scratching his head. "That… I saw you just came down from the top. Did you see anything that looks like… a lotus flower? However, the color of the flower is white and grows on the snow surface."

One corner of Xue Ji's brow instantly raised. Finally, she understood, it seemed the group was looking for the Snow Lotus flower. She smirked, it was a flower that had been eaten. She didn't know if there was another Snow Lotus flower on the peak.

Before Xue Ji could reply, one of the women in the group exclaimed in annoyance, "A-Xiao! Don't ask strangers you don't know! How can you be so careless?!"

The man called A-Xiao wore a worried face. "Sister Xianling, we don't have much time!"

Ye Xianling stepped closer. Her expression looked even more resolute when compared to Jun Xiao. Her age also seemed more mature than the young man. The woman then evaluated Xue Ji's appearance with a strange look.

They were disciples of the Luo Mountain Sword Sect. It was quite an influential sect. As a fairly experienced disciple, Ye Xianling had already met many people from different backgrounds. She has also seen many characters with various appearances.

Even so, this was the first time she had seen a 15-year-old girl with gray hair. Ah, is that gray hair? How strange, Ye Xianling thought.

"What are you staring at?" Xue Ji asked with a frown. She could guess what Ye Xianling was thinking. The woman looked strangely at her hair. This annoyed her even more, it seemed that she had to disguise her hair color so it wouldn't stand out.

Ye Xianling snorted coldly. "A strange girl of unknown origin like you dares to speak to me in such a tone? Do you know who I am?!"

Xue Ji suddenly burst out laughing. Feeling funny and surprised at the same time. If that woman knew her true identity, would she still dare to speak to her like that? What an arrogant woman!

"Who are you?" Xue Ji asked in a disdainful tone.

"I am a senior disciple in the Luo Mountain Sword Sect!"

"I don't know you," Xue Ji replied indifferently.

"You …." Ye Xianling glared. She was after all a disciple who was highly respected by the juniors. She was not used to being treated indifferently by others. Xue Ji's disrespectful attitude had already hurt her pride.

She wanted to curse Xue Ji, but Jun Xiao immediately stopped her. The youth whispered, "Sister Xianling, don't be angry. Who knows this girl might give us some pointers."

Ye Xianling held back her anger. Jun Xiao tried to smile at Xue Ji, then said, "Young Lady, we need that flower. Can you let us know if you know anything about the flower?"

Xue Ji glanced at Jun Xiao. When compared to Ye Xianling, that young man did have a more polite demeanor. However, she had nothing to say. There was no way she could honestly say that she had already picked up the Snow Lotus flower.

Finally, she sighed. "Son, you better get out of the way. I have nothing to say."

Jun Xiao swallowed his saliva in confusion. Meanwhile, Ye Xianling couldn't contain her anger anymore. How could that strange girl who was only 15 years old, call Jun Xiao a 'Son', when Jun Xiao was older? What kind of seniority is that? Why did her speech sound like the girl was already 100 years old?

Too bad Ye Xianling doesn't know, Xue Ji's age isn't just a hundred years, it's thousands of years! It could be said that Xue Ji was the same age as their sect ancestor.

"What a wild girl! I won't be a senior if I can't teach your rotten mouth!" Ye Xianling shouted angrily. Her sword was drawn, in the next second a fight was inevitable.