Here's the English translation of Chapter 5724:
Chapter 5724: Extra - Qiao Mu and Xuan Huang Defying Heaven: Past Life Accepting a Disciple
[Little Qiao, you were originally a child I salvaged from the void.
Though I don't know your origin, I can feel the immense malevolence within you.
Initially, I thought that by taking you around, I could dissipate the malevolence in your heart. Alas, after many years, there has been no change...]
"Perhaps the karmic connection hasn't arrived yet..." The white-robed monk said calmly, glancing at Xuan Huang.
"Is it fate? For her to await someone destined for her?" He murmured to himself.
Immediately, a golden light overflowed from his fingertips. The light burst forth, shooting directly at Qiao Mu's brow, and with a whoosh, it drilled in and immediately vanished.
The child rolled her beautiful big eyes, then suddenly went limp and fell backward.
Xuan Huang immediately supported her body, then picked her up, a hint of anger flashing across her brows. She opened her mouth and scolded, "Stinky monk, what are you doing?"
"Female benefactress, please don't misunderstand. This humble monk merely imprinted the mark of the Golden Talisman Jade Record into Little Qiao'er's spiritual consciousness. It will not harm her body. She will awaken on her own shortly."
Golden Talisman Jade Record? Everyone was stunned, then their mouths collectively dropped open.
"Could it be the lost art of talismans, which is mentioned in a few words in the 'Records of the Great Wilderness of the Continent'?"
Could it be that the art of talismans was not an ancient legend? Were talisman masters truly a forgotten existence?
Everyone had always believed that most of the things recorded in the 'Records of the Great Wilderness of the Continent' were absurd and lacked factual basis.
So, so, there really was an isolated copy of the secret manual, the Golden Talisman Jade Record.
The white-robed monk nodded honestly. "That's right. It is the isolated copy of the Golden Talisman Jade Record, which records the profound art of talismans that penetrates heaven and earth. This humble monk came to the Gloomy Forest precisely to find this item for Little Qiao'er."
"To be honest, this humble monk's luck is quite good."
At this, even Xuan Huang and Nitian's group had their jaws drop, collectively complaining in their hearts: Nǐma, if it's such a precious treasure, couldn't you have told us quietly? Did you have to loudly announce it for everyone to know??
Perhaps he was overly confident in his own strength.
Nitian thought, this young monk doesn't even see the ants before his eyes.
So, secrets or not, it didn't matter.
As long as he was there, others naturally couldn't snatch the Golden Talisman Jade Record from the little girl.
But... seeing the monk calmly say that his luck was quite good, why did they all feel such an urge to slap that calm face of his?
Was this "quite good luck"? This was explosive luck, wasn't it?!
Xuan Huang looked speechless, floated forward a few steps, and handed the child in her arms to the monk. "Don't ever leave her alone somewhere else again."
The white-robed monk looked steadily at the sleeping child, then shook his head. "Let her follow you."
"Hm?" Xuan Huang was startled.
"You two have a master-disciple緣 (yuán, karmic connection), this is the will of heaven," the monk said calmly. "Letting her follow you is good."
"You should know her situation. I took her around originally to dissipate the malevolence from her body, so that she could come from where she came, and go to where she goes, reversing her chaotic life trajectory."
The monk said with an indifferent expression, "Unfortunately, for so long, this child's heart has remained tightly closed. Her obsessions and resentments are deep, and she has never spoken. The malevolence around her has never diminished."
"The Golden Talisman Jade Record has the power to stabilize spiritual consciousness and protect the soul." The monk paused, then said in a soft voice, his brows relaxing, "I hope one day you can send her back to her original path. I trouble you with all of this!"
The monk's words made Nitian and Xuan Huang narrow their eyes, their gazes sweeping over him with a hint of scrutiny.
The others, however, were completely lost, not understanding anything about reversing a life trajectory by coming from and going to a certain place.
How could Xuan Huang and Nitian not understand? This monk actually saw that they controlled the power of time and space.
Whether the power of time and space could ultimately turn things around, even they themselves didn't know. How did this monk know they had such great abilities?
Nitian raised her chubby hand and managed to close her dropped jaw.
Do you really need to publicize the Golden Talisman Jade Record for everyone to know?
They both understood now. The monk wasn't confident in his own strength, but in Xuan Huang, Nitian, and their group's strength!
He believed that with their abilities, they would surely be able to protect the little girl who possessed such a great treasure.
Even if the secret of the Golden Talisman Jade Record became known to everyone, with the strength of Xuan Huang and Nitian's group, they would be able to protect Little Qiao'er, preventing her from suffering any harm.
But why did they all, from the depths of their hearts, feel an urge to beat this monk to death?
How could this monk be so annoying?
As if not noticing the dark, stifled expressions of Nitian and the others, the monk turned and walked away on his own accord.
His white monk's robes, wide and flowing, fluttered as he moved.
Xuan Huang frowned, looking up at the monk's retreating figure. "You've been with her for many years, and you're just leaving like this? Aren't you going to wait for her to wake up and see her one last time?"
"Separation is inevitable. Seeing her a few more times will still lead to separation. Why bother..." The monk waved his hand, then leaped up, scaling the cliff face, shrinking the ground to an inch, and was far away in two or three steps.
As the monk's figure disappeared above the cliff, Xuan Huang felt the child in her arms stir and lowered her head to look.
The child suddenly opened her eyes, her dark pupils deep and solidified.
She moved her small arms and legs, and Xuan Huang released her, letting her slide down and jump to the ground, clinging to her.
The little girl seemed to sense something. She ran to the foot of the cliff, looking up at the high, sky-reaching cliff face where the monk's figure had already become a tiny black dot.
Completely out of sight now...
Tightly hugging the sleeping little unicorn in her arms, the little girl's long eyelashes fluttered a few times.
Suddenly, her small face crumpled, she bit her thin lips, and large tears streamed down from her eyes, flowing like a gushing spring, unstoppable.
Xuan Huang sighed softly, walked to her side, and crouched down. She gently stroked the little girl's head with a gentle expression, wiping away the tears from her face, feeling a slight pang in her heart. "From now on, I will never leave you again, okay?"
The little girl seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, sobbing uncontrollably.
Hearing her words, she slightly raised her head, meeting Xuan Huang's clear eyes, which were as dark as ink.
Her sobs paused slightly, and she stared steadily at her for a long time, her eyes still holding a hint of small doubt.
It was only when Xuan Huang smiled slightly and gently said, "I promise, good child," that the little girl let out a "wah" and cried aloud, immediately opening her arms and throwing herself into Xuan Huang's embrace.
"From now on, shall I call you Little Treasure?" Xuan Huang reached out and stroked the child's head, smiling as she picked her up.
"Your master will take you home."