The delicate oriole sang with deep emotion, and flowers and snow drifted in the wind. The young man in white robes with a silver spear surpassed even the bright spring breeze in his splendor.

Two years had passed in the blink of an eye, as if their last meeting was only yesterday. In a flash, the sun and moon had crossed the windows like galloping horses.

He looked as bright and clear as the wind, just as he had in the past, but when he gazed at her, his eyes no longer held the countless worries and anxieties of before. Though it was like their first meeting, it made her heart suddenly turn bitter with sorrow.

He seemed… not to recognize Zanxing anymore.

Chaotic footsteps came from behind. A group of cultivators had learned of the commotion here and hurried over. The Zhao family disciple tried to circulate his Yuanli throughout his body, but discovered his Dantian was empty. He collapsed to the ground, his expression showing traces of madness, pointing at Zanxing and shrilly shouting at Gu Baiying: “Kill her! She’s from the demon race, kill her!”

“Demon race?” A cultivator looked toward Zanxing, his gaze suddenly freezing as he called out her name in disbelief: “Junior Sister Zanxing!”

Zanxing’s gaze swept over the group of cultivators, pausing briefly on several familiar faces before falling silent.

“Is it… Yang Zanxing?” A small child in pink robes with two lotus flower hair buns couldn’t help but step forward two paces, as if wanting to see Zanxing.

The woman before them wore a deep slate-colored, narrow-sleeved brocade robe, her long hair loosely pinned up with a hairpin. Her skin was very fair, and the deep slate brocade made her face appear like snow and jade.

That face was clean and delicate, without a trace of scars.

She was also strikingly beautiful, with bright teeth and starry eyes, graceful beyond compare. Within her gentle elegance was hidden a trace of resolute heroic spirit. The long hair hanging at her waist was pinned up in a bundle by the hairpin, faintly gleaming with dark azure. Though the features were the same, her temperament was completely different. Compared to the vigorous cheerfulness of two years ago, she now appeared quiet and beautiful, like a tree that had grown alone in the depths of an abyss.

And at the center of her brow, a small azure crabapple flower bloomed with delicate beauty.

“Azure Demon King Mark…” A cultivator behind them spoke in horror: “She has a Demon Lord bloodline!”

“Demon Lord bloodline!” The demon-slaying army behind them became alert as if facing a great enemy, all gripping their magical artifacts tightly.

“Gu Baiying!” The Zhao family disciple shouted: “This demoness killed a senior sister from Xiangling Sect and injured people from Yinfeng Sect, destroying all my cultivation! Quickly kill her!”

Gu Baiying looked at him impatiently, seeming to look down on such behavior: “What are you making such a fuss about? If you want revenge, go do it yourself. I’m not your servant.”

The Zhao family disciple hadn’t expected Gu Baiying to give him such little face. He gritted his teeth and said: “Don’t you forget what we came here to do. We came to Yue’e Mountain to exterminate demons. Are you going to let this demoness escape? Hmph,” he suddenly thought of something and sneered: “I remember now, they call this demoness Yang Zanxing. That demon you were involved with before, wasn’t she also called Yang Zanxing? You still have lingering feelings for her and want to openly oppose the sect again! You traitor!”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Shut up.” Gu Baiying flicked his finger, and the Zhao family disciple’s mouth was sealed shut, unable to speak no matter what. He then looked at Zanxing and spoke coldly: “Yang Zanxing… You’re that demon who deceived me?”

“Deceived?” Zanxing raised her eyebrows slightly. Mendong, behind Gu Baiying, was making gestures and winking at her, but she couldn’t understand them. However, given the current situation, no explanation was needed.

When she had escaped the Ten Thousand Kill Formation, she didn’t know what Gu Baiying had experienced that made him forget her. Now meeting as strangers, he had perhaps heard some unfavorable rumors about her.

A disciple from Chihua Gate among the demon-slaying army shouted along: “A traitor doesn’t deserve to be the leader of the demon-slaying army. If Gu Baiying won’t act, we’ll do it ourselves!” With that, he raised his sword and charged toward Zanxing.

A silver spear suddenly struck the ground, and the exploding Yuanli blocked the Chihua Gate members behind it. Gu Baiying said coldly: “Let me see who dares to act?”

A disciple from Yinfeng Sect couldn’t help but speak: “Fellow Cultivator Gu, what do you mean by this? Are you protecting this demoness?”

“See, I told you he was involved with the demon race!”

“And she has a Demon Lord bloodline, too. Hmph, instead of being a proper person, he’s fallen into depravity with the demon race. I suspect the deaths of our sect brothers back then might be connected to him, too!”

“Traitor! Traitor!”

Such clamoring voices continued endlessly. Gu Baiying struck his silver spear: “All of you shut up!” After a pause, he spoke somewhat irritably: “I have questions for her. If you kill her, who am I supposed to ask? You?”

The disciple he pointed to fell silent as ice. As an outsider, how could he know about the karmic connection between Gu Baiying and Yang Zanxing?

“But my Xiangling Sect’s senior sister has already been killed by her.” Putao from Xiangling Sect stepped forward. The former little girl had now grown into a graceful young woman, more beautiful than two years ago, with less childishness and willfulness. She said angrily, “Don’t the lives of Xiangling Sect disciples count as lives?”

Zanxing said, “I’ve said many times, your senior sister isn’t dead. I saved her. I’m her savior.”

Another old acquaintance appeared. Nie Xinghong from Yinfeng Sect waved his fan and smiled politely: “But how can you prove it?”

“Well said,” Zanxing looked at him and smiled slightly: “How can you prove that I killed her? If I wanted to kill people,” her gaze lightly swept over the group of performers from Yinfeng Sect, “just now, they would already be dead.”

The performers shrank back and mumbled quietly: “You didn’t kill us because you wanted to capture us and torment us, not because you’re soft-hearted.”

“Enough talk,” Gu Baiying said. “Yang Zanxing, I don’t want to fight you. Come with us. After we finish our business, I have questions for you.”

Zanxing was somewhat surprised. Given Gu Baiying’s past temperament, if he knew she was from the demon race, meeting her in the mountains like this, he probably would have already attacked. Today, he had said so much without fighting her, which was very unlike him. However, Zanxing wasn’t so conceited as to think that the memory-lost Gu Baiying had fallen in love with her at first sight, which was why he couldn’t bear to attack and kept holding back.

She withdrew her thoughts and looked at the person before her: “What if I say no?”

Gu Baiying’s brow furrowed as he gripped his Embroidered Bone Spear tightly.

Someone behind them, fearing the world wasn’t chaotic enough, started shouting: “What’s the point of reasoning with a demon? I think we should just kill her! This demoness has a Demon Lord bloodline. Her future strength shouldn’t be underestimated. Since she appears young now, we should uproot her while the great tree hasn’t yet grown, eliminating a great future threat to the cultivation world!”

Meng Ying said quietly: “Can you defeat her?”

That disciple was choked up, then stubbornly said: “We’ll attack together. It’s just Demon Lord bloodline, what’s so unbeatable about it?”

“Hahaha, the cultivation world speaks such shameless words. Aren’t you embarrassed to say such things?” A woman’s eerie laughter suddenly arose from the air. Accompanied by fluttering robes, a young woman holding white bones slowly descended beside Zanxing, licking her bright red lips: “So many cultivation people, they must taste delicious.”