In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

In the stillness of the night, the air inside the cabin seemed to freeze as the three of them fell asleep.

Although Su Han sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his mind was as taut as a bowstring, and he dared not relax in the slightest.

The Azure Sword rested across his lap, its icy touch a constant reminder of his surroundings.

The hustle and bustle of distant Heyang City gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional bark of a dog and the long echo of the watchman's clapper, making this small place even more tranquil.

Biyao lay on her side on the low couch, facing inward. At first, her breathing was even, and she seemed to be fast asleep.

However, upon closer observation, one can see that her fingers, which were resting outside the thin blanket, were sometimes slightly curled up, indicating that she was preoccupied and not truly asleep.

The bitter emotions that I had forcibly suppressed during the day surged back into my heart like a tide in the still of the night.

She recalled their first encounter at Liubo Mountain, their shared experiences of life and death in the Abyss of the Dead, and Su Han's smile, which always carried a hint of helplessness yet also a sense of acceptance.

And, last night, for Lu Xueqi, his reckless and almost desperate back view.

That unwavering protection made her feel as if something was blocking her heart, making her feel suffocated.

She quietly turned over and, in the dim light, looked at the tall, upright figure sitting cross-legged by the door.

Moonlight streamed through the window paper, outlining a faint silver edge around him, making him appear both lonely and resolute.

She couldn't help but glance at the aloof figure on the bed. Even in her sleep, Lu Xueqi's brows seemed to hold an unyielding chill.

Biyao gently bit her lower lip, a feeling of indescribable grievance and unease spreading through her.

She knew that her feelings for Su Han had long since changed, but when faced with the stunningly beautiful Lu Xueqi, who was also a prodigy, and especially when she saw Su Han's obvious concern for her, she felt a sense of insecurity and bewilderment for the first time in her life.

In the end, she could only sigh softly to herself, close her eyes again, and force herself to fall asleep, after all, she needed to conserve her energy for tomorrow.

Lu Xueqi lay on the soft bed, the inn's bedding smelling faintly of sunshine and soap.

But what's even clearer is the faint, crisp scent of Su Han in the air, and the slightly sweet and warm fragrance wafting from Bi Yao on the other side.

She had cultivated at Xiaozhu Peak of Qingyun Sect since childhood, living a life of purity and few desires, rarely interacting with outsiders, let alone spending the night in a room with two men.

Although Su Han sat politely at the door, the close proximity still made her body feel slightly stiff.

Her internal injuries had not healed, her blood and qi circulation was not smooth, and she also had an indescribable sense of unease in her heart, making it extremely difficult for her to fall asleep.

She could hear the faint sounds of Biyao turning over, and she could also feel Su Han's steady, long, and powerful breathing at the door.

The sound of his breathing strangely brought a sense of security, gradually relaxing her tense nerves. The last image she had before losing consciousness involuntarily surfaced in her mind—that broad back that bore her entire weight, and his unwavering figure facing a formidable foe.

Her usually calm and serene heart was suddenly stirred by a small pebble, creating ripples in circles.

But this unfamiliar feeling made her feel a little lost. She immediately began to silently recite the Ice Heart Mantra to clear her mind of distractions and focus on guiding the spiritual energy in her body to nourish her wounds. Only then did she slowly sink into a state of half-sleep and half-awake breathing.

Su Han spread his spiritual sense around, and although he could not perceive all the subtle movements and emotional changes of the two women in the room, he could vaguely sense their unease.

He sighed inwardly as well.

He was not oblivious to Biyao's feelings, but he was currently caught in a whirlpool of danger and could not afford to be distracted.

As a fellow disciple of Qingyun, Lu Xueqi's help was her duty, but the depth of this involvement seems to have gone beyond simple camaraderie among fellow disciples.

He shook off these distracting thoughts; his immediate priority was to restore his strength and ensure the three of them left the area safely.

He circulated his cultivation technique, and strands of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered to nourish his weary body and depleted vital energy.

A slight tingling sensation came from the wound on my arm, a sign that the flesh was healing rapidly.

Silent all night.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the window paper, dispelling the darkness inside the room, Su Han opened her eyes precisely on time.

After a night of deep meditation, his eyes shone with inner light, his spiritual energy had recovered to about 70-80%, and his spirit was refreshed.

He gently got up and stretched his stiff muscles.

Lu Xueqi on the bed seemed to be startled by his movement. Her long eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her complexion was a little better than the night before. Although she was still pale, she looked less lifeless and more vibrant.

"Junior Sister Lu, how are you feeling?" Su Han asked in a low voice so as not to wake Bi Yao, who seemed to be still fast asleep.

Lu Xueqi propped herself up on her arms and slowly sat up. After sensing for a moment, she said softly, "I feel much better. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Su."

Her voice was still cold, but it had more strength than yesterday.

At this moment, Biyao, who was on the low couch, also made a soft "hmm" sound, stretched, turned around, and her face still had the languid look of someone who had just woken up. She pouted and said:

"Is it dawn? I slept so hard last night that my back aches and my waist is killing me. This bed is so hard." (End of Chapter)