Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Jiang Xiaochuan: "...?"

The people of Dazhu Peak: "...!!"

Tian Ling'er: "Lu Xueqi, you—!!!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was dumbfounded, almost doubting his ears. Go...go to her place to sleep?!

Sharing a room with Lu Xueqi?!

Is there still room for another bed?!

This, this, this... this is outrageous!

If word gets out, will he ever be able to face anyone again?!

"No, no need! Thank you for your kindness, Junior Sister Lu!"

Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head like a rattle drum, his face instantly turning red, and his voice cracking.

"I'll just squeeze in with my senior classmates! It'll be fine! Really!"

The others from Dazhu Peak finally snapped out of their shock. He Dazhi and Du Bishu exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment: "Holy crap, Junior Sister Lu is that fierce?"

Song Daren looked embarrassed, wanting to say something but not knowing how.

Lin Jingyu frowned. Zhang Xiaofan stared blankly, seemingly not quite understanding what this meant.

Tian Ling'er was trembling with anger. She stepped in front of Jiang Xiaochuan, like a little lioness whose territory had been invaded. Her pretty face was contorted with rage as she glared at Lu Xueqi, her voice sharp with agitation.

"Lu Xueqi! Have you no shame?! How could you say such a thing! Don't think... don't think I don't know what you're up to! Let me tell you, no way!"

Although she knew that Jiang Xiaochuan and Lu Xueqi were husband and wife in her previous life and had a child, now that she has a second chance, none of this has happened yet!

She absolutely would not allow Lu Xueqi to use such methods to "trick" Jiang Xiaochuan away right under her nose!

Lu Xueqi calmly met Tian Ling'er's angry gaze. Her face remained expressionless in the face of Tian Ling'er's sharp accusations; she simply said:

"Junior Sister Tian, ​​why do you say that? I simply saw that accommodations on Tongtian Peak were scarce, and it was understandable that Senior Brother Jiang and the other senior brothers might feel uncomfortable sharing a place. I was just offering a kind invitation. What's wrong with fellow disciples looking out for each other?"

Her reasons sounded plausible, and her tone was frank. But only she knew that deep down, a faint trace of guilt, one that she herself didn't want to delve into, flickered through her heart.

Inviting him to her room... this certainly went beyond the scope of "fraternal friendship," carrying with it a selfishness and...desire that she herself could hardly control.

I want to be closer to him, even if it's just in the same room, breathing the same air.

"Good intentions? I think you have ulterior motives!"

Tian Ling'er refused to give an inch.

"Xiao Chuan himself said he's not going! You don't need to pretend to be kind!"

Caught in the middle, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly grabbed Tian Ling'er and waved his hand repeatedly at Lu Xueqi, his tone as resolute as could be:

"Junior Sister Lu, really, it's not necessary! Thank you for your kindness! But... I'm a restless sleeper, I snore, grind my teeth, and kick off the covers! It would disturb you! I'll just squeeze in with my senior brothers, really!"

In order to refuse, he was willing to ruin his own image.

Although I am lustful (which is a common male trait!), I am not a beast!

We must resolutely say no to bad temptations!

This is a matter of principle!

Lu Xueqi looked at him, his forehead sweating and his words incoherent, and then at Tian Ling'er, who was standing in front of him with a protective look on her face. She remained silent for a moment.

She knew her suggestion was indeed a bit... rash. It seemed she had rushed things.

So she didn't insist any further, but simply looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, nodded gently, and spoke in a calm tone:

"If that's the case, then so be it."

She paused, then added a sentence, her voice lower, but still loud enough for Jiang Xiaochuan to hear.

"If you feel too crowded at night and can't sleep, you can come to me anytime. I always have room over there."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Tian Ling'er's almost fiery eyes and the strange expressions of the people from Dazhu Peak. She turned around, her moon-white figure gracefully departing, leaving behind a cold and aloof silhouette.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her walk away before finally letting out a sigh of relief, his back covered in sweat again.

What kind of mess is this?!

An invitation to sleep is more tiring than a fight!

Tian Ling'er turned around angrily, glared at Jiang Xiaochuan, wanted to say something but bit her lip and swallowed it back. Finally, she gave a heavy "humph" and turned to leave.

She went to find the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak. According to the arrangement, as a female disciple, she was to live with the people of Xiaozhu Peak.

Song Daren coughed awkwardly twice and patted Jiang Xiaochuan on the shoulder: "Seventh Brother, let's go, let's settle in first."

At night, Tongtian Peak is dotted with lights.

As Song Daren said, the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is a grand event held only once every sixty years for the Qingyun Sect. With hundreds of extra people suddenly appearing on Tongtian Peak, accommodation naturally became scarce.

For the people of the Dazhu Peak lineage to dream of a carefree life on Dazhu Peak, with each person having their own room, is simply wishful thinking.

Apart from Tian Ling'er, who lived with the women of Xiaozhu Peak, the nine male disciples of Dazhu Peak, starting with Song Daren, were all crammed into one room.

On Tongtian Peak, the Qingyun disciples' quarters are usually four people per room. At this time, several people made beds on the floor in the room, which managed to squeeze in, but it was still inevitably crowded.

The room was filled with the smells of sweat, foot odor (from walking all day), and the sweltering heat of young men gathered together.

At that moment, all that could be heard was Du Bishu complaining loudly, "Honestly, they always talk about how great the Changmen sect is, how grand and imposing it is, but now they're making nine of us squeeze into one room! How stingy! Even the straw mats for sleeping on the floor are uncomfortable!"

"Sixth Brother, stop complaining," Wu Dayi's voice came from the upper bunk, sounding sleepy. "It wouldn't be good if the other disciples from the Changmen sect heard you. Go to sleep, you have a competition tomorrow."

"Second Senior Brother, you're sleeping comfortably in bed, of course, but why don't you see me lying on the cold floor?" Du Bishu sighed. "How about we switch beds? I promise I won't kick off the covers!"

"Huff huff huff huff..." Even, soft snoring could be heard from Wu Dayi's side.

"..." Du Bishu was speechless. "No way, Second Senior Brother, you fell asleep in no time? And you were snoring?"

"Snoring..." The snoring continued, even becoming louder.

"Hmph," Du Bishu's eyes darted around, looking at He Dazhi on the other upper bunk, his voice becoming obsequious, "Ah, Fourth Senior Brother, you've always been handsome, dashing, exceptionally talented, brilliant, learned, and unparalleled in wisdom..."

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..." He Dazhi's response was another series of long snores with a different rhythm, even accompanied by a slightly pleasant smacking sound.

"What the hell?!" Du Bishu was dumbfounded. "Is falling asleep instantly a new trend? Senior Brother! You've always been kind-hearted, caring towards your junior brothers, considerate of your subordinates, and of noble character. How could you watch your junior brother suffer on this cold, hard ground while you enjoy a comfortable bed all to yourself? Why don't you..."

"Huff huff huff huff... Roar..." Song Daren's snoring became even deeper, with a bellows-like sound at the end, indicating that he was sleeping very soundly.

"You—!" Du Bishu was in despair, looking at Zheng Dali on the floor next to him, "Third Senior Brother..."

"Roar roar roar roar..." Zheng Dali's snoring was the most peculiar, like muffled thunder, or the low growl of some kind of wild beast, making the floor seem to tremble slightly.

Everyone: "..."

Even Jiang Xiaochuan, who was lying on another cot trying to fall asleep, was disturbed by the symphony of snoring—a "triple play" plus a "beast's roar"—and his eyelids kept twitching.

He regretted it.

If only I had known... if only I had known... ugh!

I can't think about it!

Absolutely not!

Lu Xueqi's room is a den of dragons and tigers; you mustn't go there!