The Transmigration of Ye Xuan

The peak of the nightmare arrived without warning, one month later.

On that day, Bai Ningbing sent a voice transmission, saying she had something to discuss with him and asked him to come to her cave dwelling.

Ye Xuan thought nothing of it and pushed open the door.

The moment he stepped inside, an extraordinarily strange, sweet fragrance struck him. He felt a violent buzz in his skull—the lingering poison of the miasma reacting with the scent in some bizarre way.

He didn’t even have time to react. His knees gave way, and his consciousness was seized as if by a giant hand, violently dragged into pitch-black darkness.

Some unknown time passed.

Ye Xuan struggled awake from the darkness.

Outside the window, the light had changed completely.

He steadied himself and surveyed his surroundings. He found himself lying on Bai Ningbing’s bed, robes in disarray, the room filled with a chaotic, indescribable aura.

He searched every corner of the room and finally found her—Bai Ningbing, curled up in the corner.

She was huddled there, robes torn, hair in disarray, trembling slightly. When she saw him look over, she covered her face with both hands and let out a soft, muffled sob.

A terrible premonition exploded in Ye Xuan’s mind like a thunderclap.

“Ningbing!”

The door to the cave dwelling was kicked open from outside with a thunderous crash. The wooden panels shattered, splinters flying everywhere.

Luo Qingqiu stepped in first, followed closely by Mu Qingxue, Su Xingyao, and Bai Yujing.

Four pairs of eyes landed on Ye Xuan simultaneously—and froze.

Then came Luo Qingqiu’s long-suppressed, genuinely furious, thunderous pressure:

“Ye Xuan!”

The pressure drove him to his knees, spine groaning and cracking. He used every ounce of strength not to be crushed flat, but blood leaked from the corner of his mouth as his hands trembled against the ground.

“I didn’t do it!”

He jerked his head up, voice hoarse, desperately scanning the room until his pleading gaze finally landed on Bai Ningbing.

That was his final look.

In those eyes was a hundred years of love, a trust he had believed unbreakable, and a desperate, ragged, utterly sincere plea—refusing to let go even after exhausting everything.

“Ningbing, you told me to come! I fainted the moment I stepped in! I did nothing! Tell them—you know…”

Bai Ningbing trembled, covered her face with both hands, then threw herself into Bai Yujing’s arms, her cries suddenly growing louder.

“Master… Ye Xuan has lost his mind… he tried to forcibly harvest my Extreme Cold Dao Seed…”

Her voice trembled amidst her sobs, filled with grief and despair: “If it weren’t for Junior Brother Yujing sensing something wrong and arriving in time… I… I would have no face left to live…”

Boom.

It was as if five thunderbolts struck at once.

Ye Xuan knelt there, stunned, staring at her.

Staring at this woman he had cherished for a hundred years, watching her bury her face in another man’s arms and reduce everything they had shared over the past century into a single sentence—a knife that pierced straight through his spine.

“Why…”

The word squeezed out of his throat, so hoarse it was barely a sound.

“Bai Ningbing… I gave you my heart and soul for a hundred years. Why… why would you do this to me?!”

His voice, at that moment, was no longer anger so much as incomprehension.

A profound, soul-deep, total incomprehension.

He truly didn’t understand.

He had thought that somewhere in this world, there was at least one person who was real.

“At death’s door, and still you dare to bite back!”

Bai Yujing stepped forward, heartbroken, eyes reddening, his voice filling with just the right amount of grief and outrage:

“Ye Xuan, I know you resent that Master favored me, but to think you’d even target Junior Sister Ningbing! How twisted has your heart become?!”

He paused, then sighed: “You bear an Immortal Bone, and could have had a brilliant future… yet you’ve come to this. In my heart, I truly grieve for you.”

Those words were spoken with sorrow, with regret. To anyone listening, they were the words of a magnanimous junior brother pitying a senior brother beyond redemption.

But Ye Xuan heard it.

He heard it clear as day.

He stared at Bai Yujing, at that one glance—swift, precise, hidden behind the cover of everyone else’s attention—a look of triumph and malice aimed directly at him.

That look was known only to the two of them.

In that instant, Ye Xuan’s heart died. Completely.

Luo Qingqiu’s voice had become distant, as if from another life: “…Bring the Bone-Melting Dagger.”

The dagger glowed with a ghastly green light.

Ye Xuan was nailed to the punishment pillar by chains of thunder, every struggle only tearing his bones further apart.

He stopped struggling.

He only watched Bai Ningbing, gripping the dagger, walk toward him step by step.

Her hand was trembling slightly.

In her eyes, at that moment, something flickered through.

What was it? Guilt? Hesitation? Or fear?

Ye Xuan used the last, mostly faded remnants of his consciousness to gaze into those eyes, searching for anything—even a shred—of what had once existed between them.

“Ningbing.”

His voice was ragged beyond recognition, yet carried a calm that could not be ignored: “This is your last chance. Tell the truth.”

Bai Ningbing’s hand trembled harder.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks. Her voice was no longer speaking—it was reciting lines that had long been rehearsed.

“Ye Xuan, don’t blame me. Junior Brother Yujing’s origin needs your Immortal Bone to be complete… Only then can he lead the Nine Heavens Sacred Land to greater heights. Your sacrifice… has value.”

Ye Xuan fell silent.

He lowered his head and let out a quiet laugh.

His laughter was more chilling than any scream.

“Has value…”

He murmured those two words, and then raised his head to gaze at the sky above Jade Radiance Peak—the sky he had loved since childhood—and spoke the final words of his life in an utterly flat, even tone.

“I understand now.”

“Shhk!”

The dagger, dripping with bone-melting toxin, sunk into his spine.

“AAAARGH!”

It was a pain unlike anything a human could bear—the closest thing to annihilation. Not mere physical agony, but the simultaneous stripping, devouring, and shredding of soul and flesh together—an agonizing horror that defied all names.

Ye Xuan watched as that golden, softly glowing bone—the supreme Immortal Bone that had been his greatest pride in this life—was pulled, inch by inch, from his flesh by Bai Ningbing’s own hands.

Blood gushed.

The last trace of spiritual power within him, once the bone left his body, poured out like a breached dam and dissipated in an instant.

He watched Bai Yujing, who—now that everyone’s eyes were elsewhere—no longer even tried to hide his expression, and shot Ye Xuan the most venomous, triumphant smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

He watched his master, whose hands had once gently stroked his hair, now folded calmly in front of her, observing all of this with icy detachment.

He watched Mu Qingxue, Su Xingyao—those two faces that had once reddened with tears over his injuries—now as placid as twin mirrors.

Finally, he watched Bai Ningbing.

She did not look at him again.

“Throw him into the Burial Immortal Lake.”

Luo Qingqiu's voice, cutting through the ringing in his ears, reached the last fragment of his fading consciousness: "Let him suffer eternal damnation. Never to be reborn."

...

"Plunge——"

The bone-piercing cold of the black lake water mercilessly swallowed Ye Xuan's mouth and nose, his vision, and the last trace of warmth left on his body.

Boundless darkness consumed him utterly.

The shattered soul of the original body, amidst that endless dark and biting cold, released the final cry of its life:

"If there is a next life... I will make you all... pay in blood!"

That voice echoed soundlessly at the bottom of the Burial Immortal Lake, fading, dispersing, growing ever weaker...

Just as the soul was about to dissolve completely, a consciousness from another world, following the fissure torn by that desperate cry, descended silently.

"So, you were driven to this state by these self-righteous bastards..."

At the dark lakebed, a pair of eyes devoid of all warmth slowly opened. In those eyes, there was no longer any trace of gentleness or grievance—only an extreme cold and savagery that made the entire Burial Immortal Lake freeze over.

"Rest now."

The soul that had crossed worlds, feeling the torrent of resentment surging within his body, curled the corners of his mouth into a cruel smile.

"Your pain, I will bear for you. Your vengeance... I will exact for you, a hundredfold, a thousandfold."

"From this moment on, I am Ye Xuan. Those lofty holy land hypocrites, that shameless green-tea bitch..."

"I will personally shred them apart, flesh and bone, piece by piece!"