Jiang Xue's Night Visit

In another room, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, constantly recalling and comprehending the power between life and death, while the Nameless Divine Sword lay quietly to one side.

The Ancestral Stone's balance, or rather, its power of inclusiveness, and the trace of the Way of Death's Dao rhythm that Jiang Yinyin occasionally revealed, all gave Lin Xuan a feeling of sudden enlightenment, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

If there were a Revolving Wheel Realm expert nearby, they would be able to sense that within Lin Xuan's body, there were already traces of the Qi of Life and the Qi of Death, constantly revolving and alternating.

Even in the transition between life and death, faintly, there seemed to be a hint of reincarnation.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's eyes snapped open, and a surge of sword intent instantly filled the entire room, but it quickly dissipated into nothingness.

"Rustle!"

Just then, outside the house, there was a series of light footsteps, and then, Lin Xuan's door was knocked.

"Knock knock! Knock knock!"

"Sword Saint, are you resting?"

A gentle female voice came from outside the room, Lin Xuan calmly raised his eyes and then lowered them, gently closing them, and said softly.

"Come in! Miss Jiang Xue, what important matter brings you here so late?"

Jiang Xue walked into the room, looking at Lin Xuan who seemed to be sitting there cultivating with his eyes closed, her face flushed slightly.

At this moment, Jiang Xue was clearly dressed up carefully, with a light purple gauze dress under a green dress, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her skin was as white as snow, and her face, perhaps because of nervousness or other reasons, had a faint blush.

The moonlight shining through the window reflected on her, like a silver veil, adding a bit of hazy, dreamlike charm of a beauty under the moon.

However, since entering the room, Lin Xuan had not opened his eyes, and even the only words he spoke were when Jiang Xue pushed the door open.

After gently biting her lip, Jiang Xue looked at the face that was not flamboyant, but unforgettable, pondered for a moment, and said softly.

"Sword Saint..."

"Miss Jiang Xue is too kind, it's just what everyone says, Lin Xuan is just an ordinary sword practitioner, at most he has a little insight into the sword, not worthy of the elegant title of Sword Saint, you can just call me Lin Xuan."

Jiang Xue had just called out when Lin Xuan spoke, his calmness revealing an air of composure that Jiang Xue could not resist, and she could only respond in a low voice.

"Young Master Lin Xuan, Xue'er is visiting late at night because I have a request. Young Master, you are exceptionally strong, this matter is just a word for you, so please help my father, help our Eagle Martial Hall!"

"As long as Young Master is willing to help, Xue'er is willing to be a slave and a servant, to serve you!"

As Jiang Xue spoke, her hands fell on her waist, gently untying her belt, and the next moment, the silk skirt that clung to her delicate body was about to fall down.

However, just as the green dress revealed her exquisite collarbone, and the intoxicating snow scene, the blooming red flower was about to sway in the wind, an invisible force suddenly came from all around, holding up the dress that was about to fall to the ground.

Jiang Xue, who was still enduring her shyness, looked at the skirt that was pressed against her delicate body by an extremely light force, and after a moment of astonishment, her cherry lips parted slightly.

"There's no need for you to do this, Lin Xuan has no such thoughts!"

Lin Xuan, with his eyes lightly closed, spoke at this time, his tone as calm as ever, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, obviously, this kind of thing, as he said, could not stir up any waves in his heart.

"Life and death are but a thought away. Those who live are but a thought in their hearts, and those who die are also that thought in their hearts. Those who live and die are not this body!"

Life, or fate, or rather, living, is actually just a person's thoughts, ideas, being able to think, having joys, sorrows, and happiness, these are still a living being, called life!

Death is nothing more than the extinction of this wisp of human thought!

And this skin is just a vessel for life and death.

If a person loses their thoughts, their mind, and can't sense anything, or to put it simply, if this person's soul no longer exists, even if the skin is intact, it is still death, not life!

If some living beings, even without a body, have a living soul and still possess thoughts, then they are alive!

For someone who has begun to comprehend the Way of Death, they will no longer care about the beauty or ugliness of a mere shell, because a beautiful shell and an ugly shell are just vessels, and beauty or ugliness does not affect the function of this vessel, which is to carry life and death.

Jiang Xue stood blankly in place, tears streaming down her delicate cheeks, and just as Jiang Xue was feeling desperate, Lin Xuan's voice came again.

"Life and death revolve, life is not death, death is not life, sometimes, the distinction is only seen when life and death are imminent."

Listening to Lin Xuan's obscure words, Jiang Xue was also stunned for a moment, but she also vaguely felt that Lin Xuan did not completely reject her request.

Just as Jiang Xue was about to speak again, a light force pushed Jiang Xue directly out.

In the next moment, Jiang Xue stared blankly at the closed door in front of her, not reacting for a moment, but just then, Jiang Xue felt that the power falling on her was gradually receding, because the Luo skirt on her body had begun to gradually slip down.

Reaching out to hold the long skirt, Jiang Xue hurriedly fastened her waist tie and fled the place in a bit of a panic.

Inside the room, Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, looking in the direction where Jiang Xue left, the black and white flowing colors in his eyes gradually faded away.

"As expected of the Lord of Life and Death, even a trace of Dao rhythm has the power to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages!"

Just now, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and sensed that Jiang Xue had the Dao rhythm of the Way of Life and Death on her body. Now that he thinks about it, Lin Dong's encounter with the group from the Eagle Martial Hall was very likely influenced by a trace of energy from the Lord of Life and Death.

The power of life and death is inherently mysterious, changing life and judging death, reversing death and transforming life. This is the Lord of Life and Death's specialty. In ancient times, the Lord of Life and Death could be said to be the number one healing master.

Therefore, even if he has not begun to recover and is still in reincarnation, a trace of the power of life and death from the Lord of Life and Death will secretly guide Jiang Lei and others to seek a glimmer of life in the realm of death.

"Reversing life and death, Life and Death Reincarnation, this, is the Life and Death Reincarnation?"

Faintly, black and white power lingered around Lin Xuan's body, forming a Tai Chi-like pattern, slowly rotating.