After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Despite her resentment, Jieyuhua died a bitter death.

Yin Ye withdrew his longsword, blood sliding down the edge of the blade. He then collapsed to his knees, his bangs obscuring the shadows in his eyes. After a long while, he finally let out a low laugh.

It sounded like mockery, or something else entirely.

The hem of her light-colored silk skirt suddenly caught Yin Ye's eye. Su Ning stood there beside the pool of blood, her pure white attire standing out starkly against the backdrop of this blood-soaked place.

She gently twirled a speck of blood on her skirt with her fingertips, her brows furrowing slightly with a hint of disdain.

That's how it was in ancient times during chaotic times; people would die every now and then.

"Hey, you're not dead, are you?"

Yin Ye raised his eyes, his gaze slowly moving from her reddened fingertips to her stunningly beautiful face.

That face, favored by heaven, had slightly drooping eyes and bright red lips; even with just a furrowed brow, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

But in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, there was not a trace of fear of bloodshed, only pure curiosity.

Su Ning lowered her head and looked at the man in front of her. His black robes were stained with blood, which made his skin look even paler. His jawline was sharp as if carved by a knife. Although he was kneeling in a disheveled state, it could not hide the danger in his bones.

His eyes were dark and gloomy, like a bottomless cold pool, making people's hearts tighten. As expected of a member of the Demonic Sect, such a strong killing intent meant that the scene in front of him was probably nothing more than a daily occurrence for him.

"Thanks to you, I won't die." Yin Ye's voice was terribly hoarse. He slowly stood up, supporting himself with his sword. The long sword made a slight clinking sound as it touched the ground.

Su Ning pursed her lips, took a half step back to avoid the strong smell of blood emanating from him, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's good that they're not dead. After all, these two are your subordinates. Today's incident is my fault for being implicated by you."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the body of Xie Yuhua on the ground, and she shook her head. "She didn't really think I knew nothing, did she?"

"For something as important as eloping, she just grabbed any random woman to help her; she must have ulterior motives."

"But I didn't expect them to be your subordinates."

Su Ning followed behind Yin Ye, watching him search the corpse step by step, taking away everything useful and useless.

He nodded silently to himself, thinking that this was good, and that the assassination attempt had been somewhat successful.

Yin Ye gave a soft snort, his voice weak and feeble due to his injuries: "I thought you already knew."

"What do you know?"

"I know the people of the Wuxiang Sect are always a bunch of inhuman lunatics."

After Yin Ye put those things away, he turned around and looked at Su Ning.

His eyes were too dangerous at that moment, as if his killing intent had not subsided. Su Ning took a few steps back in surprise, but the man in front of her pressed on step by step.

"If you still wish to travel with me, you will inevitably face assassination attempts later."

Are you sure... you can handle it?

Yin Ye's gaze fell on the girl's jade-like neck, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Su Ning's footsteps touched a corpse, leaving her with nowhere to hide, and the man stood in front of her.

Su Ning's natural physical advantage forced her to look up at him, but perhaps it was because they were the only two people there, or perhaps the man in front of her seemed a little off.

The girl, who was usually sharp-tongued, could only lower her head at this moment, flustered and at a loss.

Yin Ye's gaze fell heavily on the girl's neck, and he reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch the injury.

But before they could even meet, the aftereffects of the bloody battle were beginning to show.

Yin Ye felt dizzy, and then a black light flashed before her eyes. She lost consciousness and fell into the arms of the girl in front of her.

"Hey, you! How could you just faint like that?"

Su Ning was just pretending to be afraid, since she hadn't revealed her true strength to Yin Ye.

The other party only knew that she could bewitch minds, but did not know that she also had the ability to control the wind.

I thought he would hold back a lot of trouble, but I didn't expect him to be so fragile.

Although Yin Ye was thin, he was still a man. If his weight pressed down on them, both of them would probably fall to the ground. Fortunately, Su Ning used her Wind Control skill in time.

That's what helped him get back on his feet.

There's no other way now.

The city gate must have been cleared away by the Rakshasa and the Flower of Understanding long ago.

We didn't see a single person.

Therefore, she had no choice but to personally drag the person on her shoulder back.

Of course, Su Ning still secretly used the Wind Control technique.

"You're getting off easy. Your newly changed robe is stained with blood again. Wait until you wake up, and I'll make sure you don't have to serve me tea or water."

Su Ning complained for a while, then dragged Yin Ye back to the inn.

……

The night was cool and still.

Yin Ye felt as if he had fallen into a snowdrift, chilled to the bone.

No, that's not right.

He is the Master of the Nether Platform of the Formless Sect. Since he took office, when has he ever felt cold?

The man, curled up on the couch, had cold sweat beading on his forehead and his thick eyelashes trembling, but then he suddenly opened his eyes.

When he came into view of the familiar roof, his gaze unconsciously swept over the edge of the bed.

There was a second person in the room.

He looked out the window at the moon high in the sky; in the quiet night, the whole city was asleep.

Yin Ye didn't move and lay back down.

His body had been re-bandaged, and his clothes had been changed.

Is it her?

He recalled that he had fainted earlier that evening due to the severity of his injuries.

Can her small frame carry him?

But now that it's late at night, if we rashly pull someone up to ask questions, it will inevitably lead to another argument.

He pulled the blanket over himself.

But now that I've just woken up, I'm wide awake.

He looked out the window again; no wonder he had just had a nightmare.

It turned out the window was open.

A cold wind blew whistling towards him.

The space on the tatami was limited, so he could only curl up his legs.

However, in the past, when we went out on missions, there were many conditions that were much more difficult than this. Now, at least we have an inn to stay in.

Yin Ye naturally wouldn't find it offensive.

But it's unclear whether the wind wasn't cold enough or the girl's fragrance was too strong.

That faint, sweet fragrance, mixed with the cool night air seeping in from the window, silently crept into his nostrils, making his heart tremble.

Yin Ye turned his head away, and in the dim moonlight, he could only see the girl on the bed breathing lightly, sleeping soundly.

What a brat! Why is she still applying rouge and perfume while she's asleep?

It disturbs people's peace and quiet for no reason.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to think about those feuds and the success or failure of missions, but all those sword fights and shadows eventually turned into her usual spoiled and willful demeanor.

He was unreasonable and bossy, and the worst time was when the road was muddy.

She even asked him to carry her across.

It was just because I didn't want to get her shoes dirty.

"What a troublemaker..."

He muttered a few curses under his breath, his voice as soft as a sigh.

Just then, a few soft murmurs came from the bed, but Yin Ye suddenly froze, afraid that she had overheard his curses.

Fine, considering you saved me once, I might as well be more forgiving towards you in the future.

Yin Ye thought to himself.