Fall: Rebirth

In the courtyard of Chenchu ​​Palace, Chu Heng and Xi'er were practicing magic in an open space, and the sound of collisions could be heard from time to time.

Chu Heng just clasped his hands together and a transparent shield immediately appeared in front of him.

Hill waved his hand, and water arrows shot out from the tip of his staff, hitting the shield hard.

The water arrows collided with the shield, making a "bang bang" sound and splashing countless water.

Chu Heng stood firmly in place, not giving in at all.

Seeing this, Hill increased his magic power output, and the water arrows became thicker and denser.

However, Chu Heng's shield remained as solid as a rock and was not affected at all.

Chu Heng's eyes condensed, and he used a defensive counterattack spell. He gathered the energy of the shield together, and then pushed it forward violently, forming a powerful shock wave.

Hill was caught off guard and hit by the shock wave, taking a few steps back. But he quickly stabilized himself and cast a water spell again, trying to turn the situation around.

The two of them fought back and forth, neither giving in, and the competition entered a white-hot stage.

Qingli and Ziying were also leisurely sipping tea under the pear tree while observing Chu Heng and Xi'er.

"I didn't expect that in just a few days, their cultivation has improved a lot." Ziying said softly, her eyes always fixed on Xi'er and Chu Heng who were fighting. She watched the two of them fighting back and forth, secretly marveling at their rapid progress.

"Yeah, these two little guys are really a surprise!" Qingli nodded with a smile.

She noticed Hill's smooth attacking movements and Chu Heng's clever defensive skills, which were obviously the result of careful training.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that they look like they like to play. In fact, when it comes to being serious, they never slack off for a moment." Qingli's tone was filled with affirmation for Chu Heng and Xi'er.

She knows that these two children may seem naughty, but once they focus, they will go all out. This attitude of coexistence of playfulness and seriousness is the unique charm of their growth.

At this moment, Yi Chun hurriedly came from the gate of Chenchu ​​Palace. When she returned to Bishui Palace and didn't see Ziying, she guessed that she might have come here. However, when she saw Chu Heng and Xi'er fighting passionately, her eyes were involuntarily drawn to them.

Yi Chun stood there quietly, watching the fierce battle scene in front of her, as if she had forgotten everything. Her eyes were fixed on every move, and she gradually immersed herself in it. Unconsciously, she walked to the vicinity of the battle circle, completely forgetting to go to Ziying to greet her first.

"Yi Chun is back." The sharp-eyed Qingli caught a glimpse of Yi Chun watching the fight on the side before drinking tea, so he turned around and said to Ziying.

Ziying, who was making tea, raised her head slightly, her eyes fell on Yi Chun, and then turned to look at the fighting field between Chu Heng and Xi'er. She smiled and said, "I still can't change my habit of loving to join in the fun."

Qingli put down the teacup gracefully, with a faint smile on her lips, and said, "The eldest disciple is back. You can worry less from now on."

"I hope so!" Ziying picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and answered nonchalantly, his eyes always fixed on the fierce fight.

After a while, Yi Chun finally came back to her senses. She smiled embarrassedly, then quickly walked towards where Ziying and Qingli were.

"Master, Lord Qingli, I just came back and couldn't find you, so I thought of coming over to take a look. I didn't expect to be mesmerized by watching them fight." Yi Chun explained as he saluted.

"It seems that this competition is very exciting, even you are attracted to it." Qingli's mouth corners slightly raised, her tone full of curiosity. She turned her head and her eyes fell on Yi Chun, with a faint smile flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, their strengths seem pretty good. When I first came to the God Realm, I didn't improve my cultivation so quickly." Yi Chun nodded, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. Her voice was low and firm, as if she was giving affirmation to Chu Heng and Xi'er.

"They have all practiced step by step. Although they have improved a lot, they still have a long way to go. However, compared with their strength, I care more about their mentality. It is the most rare thing to remain calm and confident in such a fierce competition." Qingli said lightly. She withdrew her gaze from the two people fighting and looked at Yi Chun, with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes.

At this moment, a figure slowly stepped into the Morning Palace. He was wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind, and his long black hair danced in the wind, giving people a mysterious feeling. His steps were steady, and each step was accompanied by a calm aura, as if his appearance was a symbol of power.

He was Ling Han.

When he appeared in the yard, he couldn't help but be attracted by the fight between Chu Heng and Xi'er, and then he walked closer and closer.

He watched Chu Heng and Xi'er's every move intently, as if he was studying their moves and techniques. There was a sharp light in his eyes, as if he could see through their movements and see their inner world.

When Yi Chun, who was standing under the pear tree, saw Ling Han, she couldn't help but feel curious. Her eyes were fixed on Ling Han, trying to find some clues from him.

"Master, who is he?" Yi Chun asked calmly, looking at Ling Han's back. Her tone was calm, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Ziying followed Yi Chun's line of sight and saw Ling Han. She smiled slightly and said softly, "That is the disciple of the God of Death, his name is Ling Han, and he is from the Golden Dragon Clan."

"So he is the disciple of the God of Death." Yi Chun couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard this.

She originally thought that Ling Han was just an ordinary fairy, but she didn't expect that he was actually a disciple of the God of Death. Moreover, the Golden Dragon Clan was a very powerful race, which made her very interested in Ling Han, and she couldn't help but look him up and down.

At the same time, Chu Heng and Hill on the field did not notice the movement here. They were still concentrating on the competition, and every move was full of power and skill. Their eyes revealed a kind of determination and confidence, as if they had exerted their strength to the extreme.

Suddenly, Chu Heng seized a flaw in Hill and launched a fierce attack. He wielded a sharp sword in his hand, which flashed with dazzling light. His movements were swift and decisive, and each sword was struck with an unparalleled momentum.

Hill was defeated step by step, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he was obviously surprised by Chu Heng's strength.

At the critical moment, Ling Han shouted: "Use softness to overcome hardness."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Hill.

Hearing this, Hill immediately understood. A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he immediately changed his strategy, using the flexibility of water magic to dissolve Chu Heng's attack, and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Chu Heng was not willing to be outdone, and immediately used a more fierce move. He swung the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed with dazzling light. His movements were swift and decisive, and each sword carried an unparalleled momentum.

For a time, it was difficult to tell the winner between the two sides.

"This kid looks good!" Yi Chun couldn't help but praise him when he saw this scene.

"The disciple of the God of Death will naturally not be bad." Qingli raised the corners of his lips slightly, his tone was indifferent, but a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Chu Heng and Hill on the field ended their fight and walked towards Ling Han.

"That's great. Your cultivation has improved again." Ling Han glanced at Chu Heng and Xi'er, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he nodded in satisfaction and praised.

However, Chu Heng and Xi'er did not respond to Ling Han's words. Their eyes were fixed on Ling Han. They slowly turned their bodies around him and looked him up and down carefully.

Ling Han frowned slightly and looked at the two people with some confusion, not understanding why they acted like this. He looked down at himself, as if trying to find out what was wrong.

"Is there any problem?" Ling Han asked softly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Chu Heng raised the corner of his mouth, crossed his arms in front of his chest, stared at Ling Han, nodded and commented: "Not bad, this dress is much better than before."

"Yeah, it looks much better this way." Hill also echoed with a smile on his face.

Upon hearing this, Ling Han couldn't help but chuckle, secretly sighing in his heart that it turned out that these two people were just interested in what he was wearing.

At this time, Qingli's voice sounded: "I didn't expect that your master really loves you as his disciple. Aside from Ziyu, I have never seen anyone from the Temple of the God of Death wearing clothes other than black."

"Ah? Is that really the case?" Ling Han was a little shocked. He looked down at his clothes, his heart full of doubts.

Qingli nodded slightly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, but didn't say anything.

“But our master is also wearing this now, and she said it’s not bad.” Ling Han said seriously.

“It’s quite good, but I have never seen any color other than black on the body of the God of Death.” Qingli looked at the dark red lining on Ling Han’s body and spoke lightly.

At this moment, Ziying suddenly said, "You picked this dress yourself, right?"

Ling Han raised his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he still nodded and said, "Yes."

"You have a good taste. It looks much better than pure black." Yi Chun suddenly spoke at this time. She looked Ling Han up and down with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of her mouth.

Chu Heng and Ling Han only then noticed Yi Chun's presence and were filled with confusion.

"Senior Sister, you're back?" Just as Chu Heng and Ling Han were puzzled, Hill's cheerful voice came.

When they heard the voice, they looked and saw Hill taking two steps towards Yi Chun with a look of joy on his face.

"Senior Sister?" Chu Heng and Ling Han said in unison, their tone carrying a hint of doubt, and they looked at Hill at the same time.

Yi Chun smiled slightly and nodded in response when she heard the two people address her. Her eyes fell on Chu Heng and Ling Han, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes.

"Your cultivation is very good, much stronger than when I first came to the God Realm to become your apprentice." Yi Chun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at Chu Heng and Xi'er, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said lightly.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Sister." Chu Heng and Xi'er said in unison with a humble smile on their faces.

"Senior Sister, how is your water magic going now?" Hill looked at Yi Chun curiously, excitement flashing in his eyes, and asked impatiently.

"What? Do you want to have a sparring match too?" Yi Chun raised his eyebrows, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and looked at Hill with a smile.

Hill was startled by her sudden words, his body shook violently, and his face turned pale. He subconsciously looked at Ling Han, then at Chu Heng, his lips trembling slightly.

"Haha, don't be afraid, I'm just teasing you!" Yi Chun suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter was hearty and bold. He reached out and patted Hill's shoulder gently, comforting him.

Only then did Hill breathe a sigh of relief, his tense nerves gradually relaxed. He scratched his head awkwardly and smiled sheepishly.

"However, speaking of competition, the competition you just had was indeed exciting. I was watching from the side and couldn't help but want to give it a try." Yi Chun's eyes revealed a glimmer of eagerness, as hot as a burning flame.

"Then why don't we have a melee!" Chu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up and he suggested loudly, his voice full of anticipation and excitement.

"Okay!" Hill responded immediately, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"In that case, let's get started!" Ling Han also joined in, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Before he finished speaking, the four of them cast their spells. For a moment, the yard was filled with light, and all kinds of wonderful spells intertwined, dazzling the eyes.

"I see that your eldest disciple not only loves to watch the fun, but she herself is also a part of the fun." Qingli shifted his gaze from the four people in the melee to Ziying, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he joked.

"That's good. This way I can see if she has improved over the years." Ziying stared at the four people fighting and said without turning his head.

Yi Chun manipulates the water flow to weave a flowing water curtain, like a transparent waterfall, beautiful and spectacular.

Hill was not willing to be outdone. He condensed the water into an ice blade, which spun rapidly and slashed at the enemy.

Chu Heng waved his hand and summoned a shield in the void. The shield surface was shining with emerald green light and was indestructible.

Ling Han converted his defensive power into offensive power, swinging out sharp ice blades that intertwined with Hill's ice blades to form a huge ice blade vortex.

……

The melee lasted for quite a while. Everyone was exhausted, panting and sweating, but they were still not satisfied and were unwilling to give up.

At this moment, everyone sat together, still breathing heavily.

"Today's battle was so exciting!" Ling Han sighed while panting, his voice revealing an excitement and excitement that was difficult to conceal.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I had such a satisfying fight." Yi Chun also echoed, his eyes revealing a deep aftertaste of the fierce battle just now.

At this moment, Xi'er suddenly looked at Yi Chun with excitement and asked, "Senior sister, the water flow you just used was so wonderful, can you teach me?"

In response to Hill's request, Yi Chun answered without hesitation: "I will teach you when I have time." Her answer was neat and tidy, making people feel very refreshed.