Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

I saw the gold, and rushed forward hastily. I am the hurried white figure. Look at this white hair, ignore me. I shouted: "It's this matter—I have no interest in it! Isn't it inconvenient for me to linger here?!"

"Close your eyes. Your body and mine will align," said the man with white hair.

I followed his instruction to close my eyes. Then opened them again. I lost control of my body. I had become just a spectator. Observe the white-haired figure now controlling my body.

Blind Jin watched as his hair slowly turned white, scoffing, "I spoke of concealment, without delving into deeper motives!"

A cold scoff, followed by Blind Jin moving swiftly—instantaneous, sharp, piercing. Blind Jin remained suspended mid-air. Not now, no. Don't discuss me here. But truth be told.

Then, with a chilling sound, he struck and felled Blind Jin, revealing the offspring of the pale beast, while Zhu Jian was bound tightly. With a frosty voice, circling his neck gently, he said: "Run back."

The white-haired figure glanced at the sword pressed against his throat, scoffed coldly, and abandoned the dying Blind Jin. Soon, my eyes suddenly shut. When I awoke again, had my body returned?

I realized, due to Mang Ke's sword pressed against my neck, that my hair color had gradually turned black, but inexplicably, the back of my head still refused to fade, remaining starkly white. Thus, I felt utterly isolated.

She noticed her hair darkening. She looked at me and scoffed coldly. She withdrew her sword, slipping it into its sheath. The Shadow Spirit beside her slowly melded into us. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱

I touched the white strands at the back of my head and asked the figure: "Why is the hair at the back of my head still white?"

Meng Qiling replied: "This is your own doing. Blame yourself. From now on, don't bring it up again. When all your hair turns white, I'll find an appropriate place for you and burn more paper offerings."

Mang Qi slowly crouched down, staring at the unconscious Blind Jin lying on the ground. He muttered about that hand: "Put that broken stone in your palm."

I watched the Phoenix Stone in my palm, then handed it over—with trembling hands—to the graceful hand before me.

Meng Liqi took the Fengxian Stone and directly placed it on Blind Jin's chest. The Phoenix Stone emitted a red glow as it collided with the dark gold.

When the red light faded, gold was no longer visible. Blind Jin slowly sat upright, momentarily dazed. Soon, he flung his sunglasses violently to the ground.

The gold sunglasses rattled against the floor, startling me as they scattered left and right.

Blind Jin laughed loudly, exclaiming: "My eyes have always shone brightly! Hahaha. My vision has burst forth suddenly!"

Witnessing Blind Jin's manic laughter and Mang Qi's hand clutching the Phoenix Stone, I was struck by the overwhelming power emanating from it.

As the light from the Phoenix Stone dimmed, I held a dagger in my hand. Extending it forward, I hoped the blade would scrape against my wrist.

Mang Ke shouted at me urgently, "Stop him quickly." Without hesitation, Mang Ke darted toward Blind Jin himself.

I intended to rush toward Mang Qi, but I paused—the golden blood spilled forth like the floodgates of the Imperial Palace breaking apart.

Mang Qi desperately sought to stop it. Yet, no matter how he tried to block the wound of Blind Jin, a small trickle of blood continued escaping through his fingers, pooling at the palace gates. Slowly, the blood converged in the passageway, forming into the semblance of a beastly figure.

Mang Ke stared at the lifeless body devoid of blood, then at the beast's artifact created from it.

Suddenly, Mang Ke shouted out heavily to me: "Come! A beast has emerged—it's pitiful and bizarre."

Afterward, Mang Ke sprinted outward. I watched as Mang Qi soared out ahead. I hastily followed behind.

As soon as I exited the palace, the building began to tremble violently. Turning back, I saw the palace—broken. A massive hand, five meters long and covered in hair, stretched out from the ruined structure. Its fingertips pressed painfully against the ground, unable to reach out further toward me.

Mang Ke pulled me tightly forward, shouting: "Run faster—don't look back."

From there, the Mongolians repeatedly returned to the Imperial Palace. I saw two dark, looming palaces and tried to stop the Mongolians from charging toward them.

At that exact moment, the hair on my head started murmuring!

"You may let him go. This might not be as simple as you imagine."

Hearing the voice in my head, I quickly asked: "Shouldn't this be different?"

Bai Fahan muttered: "Your wolf isn't here yet. I must wait. Today, my powers haven't fully recovered. Wait? Too arduous! You've given up so much! That's why earlier—if class was in session, you wouldn't have emerged. Then it would've been one corpse but two lifelines."

The mention of one corpse and two lifelines stirred memories of Hu Ji within me.

"One corpse, two lifelines—it does sound like you."

Thinking of this, I involuntarily chuckled, only for Bai Fahan to abruptly remark: "My dear son, now I'm beside you!" You know, don't keep rambling nonsensically, and remind yourself not to utter vile nonsense."

Hearing these words, I dared not think further and ran forward instead.

I ran several times, only to hear a furious growl behind me. Turning back quickly, I saw a fearsome monster with blood-streaked teeth alongside a roaring bull.

Pitiful, wasn't it? As I watched it charge toward me, my heart recoiled from the disaster Meng Ke was narrowly escaping. Although Mang Ke treated me poorly, he had saved my order in certain ways. I wasn't just an aimless runner.

However, the beast seemed to see through my act, noticing my white hair, and exclaimed: "You've gone mad! I said that boy could be cured—you had to drain your life force for a chase afterward?"

"The figure saved my life; I don't act alone."

"So I saved your life too! Why won't you save me in return?"

"You and I are different. We both hold vested interests. I won't venture into rescue."

In between the lines, I had already traversed a short distance toward the Imperial Palace. Seeing Li Qi clutching a sword, his face flushed with poverty-stricken redness.

Seeing him and my shadow together, I remained silent. But softly, he said: "Can you spot the stone beside you?"

I turned back toward Munch, pointing out my fruits and stones. But I had certain obligations to fulfill. Why hadn't I noticed a stone elephant upon arrival here?

My name carries weight with Mang Ke, who exclaimed: "Farewell!"

Mang Ke remained before my claws, roaring fiercely, attacking as he declared: "Help me cover his wretched position."

Hearing these words, I glanced around quickly at the stone. Fixating on the sturdy man with an old leather girdle, a chain dangled behind—I placed both hands at the stone's base, facing it slowly. As the stone's face transitioned into poverty, my sight was obscured. A hulking figure, Mang Ke, screamed: "What's wrong now?"

Mongkida told me bluntly: "You must be blind—can't you spot all four? There are four stones in total. A single stone wouldn't suffice!"

I hastily surveyed the east, west, north, and south. Sure enough, a stone was positioned at each cardinal direction. As I contemplated summoning the Shadow Spirit, I assisted in pushing the stone figures toward unification.

Mang Ke declared: "No ghosts allowed. These four stone statues merely conceal traces of stars. Look closely—your life is still young amidst the melancholy."

Rushing to retrieve my belongings, I descended onto the farmland where the shadows adhering to me noticeably waned.

I hadn't seen Li Qi and his secret sword for an extended duration. Hastening toward the north.

Suddenly spotting something at the bottom, my mind began churning anxiously.

"It's too high—how can it descend safely!"

With urgency, I cried: "Help me—we might not endure much longer!" Following that, I pondered whether something was amiss with my body.