Here's the English translation of Chapter 5723:
Chapter 5723: Extra - Qiao Mu and Xuan Huang Defying Heaven: Past Life Encounter (Excerpt, Reworked from "Defying Heaven")
The gloomy, quiet forest.
It was instantly disrupted by a rush of hurried footsteps.
Qin Nitian and Xuan Huang's group dashed wildly, their robes fluttering, startling birds from the branches, and sending scattered grass and leaf debris swirling.
A mighty wind roared ahead, raging fiercely.
Nitian, Xuan Huang, and the others slowly stopped, looking around in confusion.
They then realized that the path ahead was blocked by several groups of people.
Two or three hundred people simultaneously exerted their power and swung.
Upon closer inspection, a transparent grid cover stretched across the front.
Like an overturned glass bowl on the ground, no matter how many air currents violently agitated this cover, they were all repelled, perfectly intact.
However, the team members who exerted force were miserable; wails rose everywhere, and everyone was flung away by the counteracting force, falling scattered and contorted on the ground in all directions.
Nitian and Xuan Huang's group stood quietly on the opposite slope, coldly watching the crowds frantically slashing at the transparent net cover.
When the crowd had dispersed slightly, they finally realized there was something inside the net cover.
More precisely, it was a small girl, kneeling on the ground, her face almost pale to the point of transparency.
She looked about seven years old, her hands tightly clutching a greatsword that was even longer than her body. Her dark eyes were filled with mist, appearing remarkably large on her thin face.
Her hands seemed to be exerting all her might, causing her entire body to tremble.
Beside her, an animal with a faint white glow on its body lay on the ground, lifeless. It resembled a deer, its four hooves covered in white snow, and a golden horn in the middle of its forehead, which had now lost its original luster.
Nitian's pupils suddenly contracted.
Xuan Huang gazed into the distance, her eyes falling on the small girl inside the glass cover, or more precisely, on the greatsword tightly clutched in her hands. Her gaze sharpened. "What kind of sword is that?"
It was so powerful that even from far away, one could feel a vibrating force emanating from it.
Just then, the small girl inside the glass cover slowly stood up.
A mess of tangled hair covered her forehead. On her almost transparent, pale face were a pair of lifeless eyes and small, bloodless lips, bitten raw.
"Not good." Xuan Huang's face changed. Before Nitian could speak, she shot forward like lightning, darting to the front.
"Retreat!" Hundreds of people at the scene instantly changed their expressions and swiftly backed away.
At the same time, the greatsword in the little girl's hand instantly pierced through the glass cover and flew towards the nearest crowd.
A soft "whoosh" sound was heard, followed by a buzzing vibration in the air.
The bodies of seven people nearby had already been pierced one by one by the giant sword. All seven had a bloody hole in their chests and collapsed dead on the spot.
The others in the team were stunned at the sight, then retreated in alarm, hastily dispersing in all directions.
"It's the Fuxi Sword."
"The 'Records of the Great Wilderness of the Continent' and 'Comprehensive History of the Continent' both record it, but only in a few words. The Fuxi Sword is a treasure formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at the beginning of chaos. However, this has always been just a legend."
"That child cannot control the immense power of the Fuxi Sword at all."
Nitian's gaze followed Xuan Huang closely, watching as she flashed to the glass cover in an instant.
In another moment, she had entered the cover, placed a hand on the little girl's body, and said in a deep voice, "Nonsense. Are you trying to die by forcibly controlling a weapon thousands of times more powerful than yourself?"
"Senior Sister's control over spatial power is becoming even more refined."
The fastest movement speed in the world was none other than teleportation. How exhilarating it was to travel a thousand miles in a single breath.
However, as Xuan Huang's words fell, the little girl suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Her body trembled and shook violently, her entire small face becoming even more transparent, like a thin piece of paper that could shatter at any moment.
Xuan Huang struck like lightning, instantly pricking several needles into her body, her gaze stern. "Quickly retract the sword! Hurry!"
This child was simply reckless, but this stubbornness, this unyielding and fierce character, reminded her of herself when she first arrived in a strange place, surrounded by powerful enemies, and struggled through difficulties just like this.
Thinking of this, Xuan Huang's gaze involuntarily softened a bit.
The little girl collapsed from exhaustion, but her body was steadily supported by Xuan Huang's hand. That flying sword, which had been cutting and slashing outside like chopping vegetables and melons, killing anyone it encountered, whizzed back.
Xuan Huang then crouched down, holding the little girl who had her eyes tightly closed and was completely drained of color.
She looked up, coldly glaring at the Fuxi Greatsword that hovered in mid-air, floating and sinking, releasing immense energy and a bloody aura.
"Retract it quickly!" Xuan Huang said with a cold face, taking the child's pulse.
The next second, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
As if disbelieving, she placed her finger on the little girl's pulse again, then withdrew her hand, looking at the girl with a slight flicker in her gaze.
No pulse.
She looked at the child.
Her eyes were like a cold pond with emerald ripples, glistening with water.
So clear and indifferent, so dark and desolate, discerning all aspects of the world.
How desolate and bleak her inner world must be.
This should also be a child with a story...
"Whoosh." The Fuxi Greatsword flashed in the air, then disappeared.
Xuan Huang walked over and looked at the dying animal beside the little girl.
It was a pity; the golden horn on its forehead had completely lost its color.
All its fur had also turned dull.
All this indicated that this pure-blooded descendant of the white unicorn king had been dead for a long time.
No wonder the people around them were so frantic, attacking the girl and the unicorn without regard for their lives.
It was said that obtaining the blood of a white unicorn could grant one the power of its lineage.
Even if it was just a legend, it could drive people mad.
Xuan Huang and Nitian's gazes swept over the several people present.
They were utterly inhuman, besieging such a young girl for a baseless legend, a cup of white unicorn blood.
At this moment, Xuan Huang inside the light barrier was about to reach out and touch the cold, lifeless white unicorn.
But she was forcefully pushed away by the little girl, who used all her might.
Her small body completely collapsed onto the white unicorn, clutching it tightly, not allowing anyone to touch it.
Xuan Huang smiled helplessly, raised a hand to rub the little girl's messy head, and gently said, "Silly child, if you don't move aside, how can I cut out its baby?"
The little girl's body stiffened. She suddenly looked back at Xuan Huang, her eyes filled with deep distrust and a hint of shock.
After all, looking at the white unicorn's appearance, one couldn't tell that it was pregnant with a baby unicorn.
Xuan Huang smiled faintly at her, reached out, pulled the little girl aside, and patted her head. "If you're uncomfortable, you can close your eyes. You don't have to force yourself."
Because the scene of the dissection wasn't very beautiful.
But the little girl watched from the side the entire time, hardly blinking.
Soon, a completely white, curled-up, eyes-closed, cat-sized unicorn was placed by Xuan Huang into the little girl's hands.
Xuan Huang crouched down, looking eye to eye with the small child. With a flip of her slender hand, she handed a pure white small gourd to the girl. "Give it to it to drink in half an hour."
The girl's wary gaze fixed on Xuan Huang, then she hugged the little unicorn and took a step back.
The child held it tightly, squeezing it with great force, her almost transparent lips pressed firmly together, her eyes slightly lowered, showing no expression.
Why are you helping me? The girl didn't speak, but her eyes conveyed the meaning.
Because you're worth it.
Xuan Huang smiled softly, raising a hand to stroke her head.
Note: The following text is a self-correction/explanation by the author, not part of the narrative.
The Xuan Huang Nitian section will overlap with some content from "Defying Heaven."
For the sake of continuity of this book, I will revise and rework it.
All supporting characters in Xuan Huang Nitian will be virtualized, only the master and grand-aunt will appear, and even their husbands will not appear.
If you have read "Defying Heaven," you don't need to read this; the general direction of the plot will be the same.
I will only pick out some important points and briefly mention them.
If you haven't read it, you can take a look.