In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Once everything was ready, the three of them mingled with the crowd entering the city and headed towards the city gate of Heyang.

The city gate was heavily guarded, and the checks on passersby were much more thorough than usual, clearly indicating that the commotion near Qingyun Gate had already affected this area.

Su Han felt a chill run down her spine and became even more cautious.

Fortunately, they were well disguised. The guards saw that they were three pitiful-looking "disaster victims," ​​one of whom was sickly, and after asking a few simple questions, they let them pass.

Stepping into Heyang City, a bustling, vibrant atmosphere immediately greets you.

The area was bustling with traffic and people, with all sorts of shop signs fluttering in the wind and vendors hawking their wares.

This was in stark contrast to the previous silent chase through the mountains and forests, leaving all three of them somewhat dazed.

Su Han dared not delay. Supporting Lu Xueqi, who was pretending to be sickly, and leading the looking-around Bi Yao, they deliberately chose to walk through the densely populated but inconspicuous alleys.

He needed to find a sufficiently secluded and safe place to stay.

Finally, he found a small inn called "Yuelai" in a mixed and chaotic working-class area in the west of the city.

The inn had a small storefront, looked quite old, and seemed to be doing only moderate business, making it an ideal place to hide.

"Manager, I need two adjacent superior rooms."

Su Han walked into the inn and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice to the old innkeeper behind the counter who was working on an abacus.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the three of them, especially at Lu Xueqi, who was being supported and looked unwell, and frowned.

"Sir, who is this gentleman...?"

"My younger sister caught a cold on the way and needs to rest."

Su Han quickly explained, while secretly slipping a small piece of silver into his hand, "Please do me a favor and find me two quiet rooms."

The old shopkeeper's expression softened considerably after weighing the silver in his hand, and he summoned a lazy waiter:

"Take these three guests to rooms number 3 and 4 of the Jiazi building."

The room was in the backyard of the guesthouse, which was much quieter than the front yard. Although the furnishings were simple, it was clean enough.

Su Han requested two adjacent rooms, which was a decision made after careful consideration.

He had Biyao help Lu Xueqi into one of the rooms, while he went into another room first to quickly check it over. After confirming that there were no abnormalities, he came over to join them.

After closing the door and shutting out the noise from the outside world, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed a little.

After a night of running, fighting, and tension, a great sense of exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed me.

"Finally... we're safe for now."

Biyao let out a long sigh of relief, slumped into the only chair in the room without any regard for her image, and rubbed her sore calves.

Su Han carefully helped Lu Xueqi to sit down by the bed. Looking at her pale face and tightly closed lips, his worry remained.

"Junior Sister Lu, how are you feeling? You need to heal your wounds immediately."

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, her voice weak: "I need to meditate and regulate my breathing for at least six hours, during which time I cannot be disturbed."

“Alright, you can stay here and heal your injuries. Biyao and I will protect you.” Su Han said without hesitation, then looked at Biyao, “Biyao, you’ve also expended a lot of energy, so hurry up and adjust your breathing.”

I'll take the first shift; you can take my place once you recover.

Biyao glanced at the bloodshot eyes in Su Han's eyes and the bandage on his arm, which was now seeping blood again. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she nodded.
"Okay, then be careful. Wake me up if you can't hold on."

She also knew that this was not the time to be reckless; the key was to recover her strength as soon as possible.

Su Han arranged the room simply, moved the tables and chairs to slightly block the window, and checked whether the door latch was secure.

Then, he sat cross-legged on a futon near the door, with the Qingming Sword held horizontally in front of his knees, keeping his spiritual senses outward, alert to any movement around him.

Biyao walked to the low couch in the other corner of the room, sat down cross-legged, and began to regulate her breathing.

The sorrowful flower floated in front of her, emitting a soft light, seemingly nourishing her vitality.

Lu Xueqi took a deep look at Su Han's back, then without further hesitation, swallowed the second healing pill, formed hand seals, and closed her eyes.

The pure Taiji Xuanqing Dao Qi began to circulate slowly within her body, repairing her damaged meridians and internal organs.

As she circulated her cultivation technique, a faint blue halo appeared around her, and her breathing gradually became long and steady.

The room fell silent, with only the soft breathing of the three people.

Sunlight streamed through the window paper, casting dappled shadows in the dusty beams of light. Time passed slowly.

Su Han stood guard at the door, not daring to slacken his vigilance in the slightest.

The wound on his left arm still throbbed, a reminder of the danger of last night's battle.

The Shadow Demon's bizarre methods kept replaying in his mind, especially the leader's technique of creating clones that were difficult to distinguish from reality, as well as the "Heavenly Treasure" he mentioned.

All of this was like a huge fog, shrouding my mind.

Is there really a traitor within the Qingyun Sect?
Cangsong was reported by himself, so who else could it be?
Why is Lu Xueqi the target?

Countless questions swirled around him, weighing heavily on his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Biyao was the first to open her eyes.

She suffered relatively little damage, and after adjusting her breathing, her energy was mostly restored.

She saw Su Han still sitting at the door like a rock, his back straight, but a hint of fatigue could still be seen in his posture.

She gently got up, walked to Su Han's side, and whispered, "Hey, idiot, it's my turn. You go and rest for a bit."

Su Han snapped out of his reverie, turned around and saw that Bi Yao's complexion had improved a lot, and nodded: "Okay, thank you for your trouble."

If any unusual activity is detected, report it immediately.

He definitely needs to recover, otherwise he will struggle to cope with any potential crises.

He got up, walked to the other side of the room, and lay down fully clothed on the simple wooden bed.

Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, a wave of intense drowsiness washed over him, but he forced himself to stay awake, circulating his internal energy to both dispel the fatigue and continue refining any remaining trace of the chilling poison that might have lingered at the wound on his left arm. (End of Chapter)