After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 121

“Impossible. If he were dead, why wouldn’t his soul be here? Xiao Bai, Xiao Hei, are you messing with me?”

“We wouldn’t dare, Master!” Xiao Bai said nervously.

He frantically blinked at Black Impermanence, who responded coolly yet respectfully, “Master, the absence of his soul means he isn’t actually dead.”

Li Qiao’s eyes flickered.

She studied the two of them, but neither showed any signs of deception. After a brief pause, she said, “My apologies for the disturbance.” Then she turned and left.

Xiao Bai’s tension instantly melted away. “Thank goodness we stepped in quickly. If Master had caused a scene down there, the higher-ups would’ve punished us for sure. But… where is He Jingnian’s soul?”

Black Impermanence remained expressionless. “Some questions are better left unasked.”

Xiao Bai: “…”

…..

Back in the mortal realm, Li Qiao saw He Jingnian lying motionless, two ancient swords still embedded in his body.

“Young friend… any news?”

Li Qiao shook her head. “His soul isn’t in the Underworld.”

“Then where is it?”

“He Jingnian might not be dead.”

As soon as she reached for He Jingnian, the two swords trembled, emitting a faint hum.

Whoosh!

The swords flew out on their own. Li Qiao immediately tightened her hold on He Jingnian and checked his pulse again.

Her eyes lit up with joy.

Ganjiang and Moye circled Li Qiao and He Jingnian, their movements almost celebratory.

The sight was baffling.

Li Qiao had no idea what they meant!

Abbot Qingxu suddenly understood. “Legend says Ganjiang and Moye were a devoted couple. Moye sacrificed her own body to help Ganjiang forge these swords—that’s why they became peerless blades. Young friend, Ganjiang and Moye would never separate true lovers.”

The rest, he believed, she would figure out on her own.

As if confirming his words, the two swords paused midair and nodded in unison.

The next moment, a low groan came from He Jingnian’s lips.

Li Qiao was overjoyed. “He Jingnian… He Jingnian…!”

He wasn’t dead. This was real.

For the first time, she felt like crying from sheer relief. She lifted him into her arms and turned to leave, but after two steps, she glanced back. “Abbot, you should keep Ganjiang and Moye in your temple.”

The moment she spoke, the two swords clattered to the ground at Abbot Qingxu’s feet.

They agreed.

Abbot Qingxu: “…”

Well, he wasn’t complaining.

Sentient swords like these would become the temple’s greatest treasures.

As the group dispersed, Xu Tong followed closely behind.

When He Yi saw his master being carried princess-style by Li Qiao, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Only when they got closer did he notice He Jingnian’s injuries.

“Take us back to Yushui Bay. Now.”

“Yes!”

He Yi responded immediately.

The four of them returned to Yushui Bay.

Meanwhile, Song Xianchuan and Li Shaoyu, still at the Li residence, exchanged confused glances as they watched Li Qiao head straight for He Jingnian’s home.

Bedroom.

“Leave us. I’ll handle this.”

He Yi and the others stepped out without question.

They trusted her.

Alone in the room, Li Qiao unbuttoned He Jingnian’s shirt—only to find his body completely unharmed. No wounds, no scars.

She stared blankly at his abdomen.

Then she reached out and touched it.

Real flesh.

How…?

The impossibility of it all made her run her hands over his stomach again, just to be sure.

“Qiaoqiao… enjoying yourself?”

A low, amused voice startled her.

She looked up sharply, meeting He Jingnian’s now-open eyes. Seeing him alive, she couldn’t help but throw herself into his arms.

“I thought… you were dead.”

He Jingnian froze for a second before wrapping his arms around her, his gaze softening like melting snow.

“Qiaoqiao, I won’t die. We’ll both be fine.”

His gentle words sent warmth flooding through her. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away, but He Jingnian held her tighter.

“Don’t move. It hurts.”