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Jiang Xiaochuan only smelled a strange and strong sweet fragrance entering his nose, his mind went blank, his vision suddenly went black, and the world spun around him!

Before he could even react, he felt all his strength drain away in an instant, and his consciousness seemed to sink into a cold, deep pool.

"Thump."

He fell straight forward, face down, onto the grass, and lay motionless.

Biyao's face turned pale, and she staggered, almost falling over. She used the Heartbreak Flower to fully activate the bewitching fragrance, almost exhausting all the spiritual energy she had just recovered.

She forced herself to stay upright, quickly ran to Jiang Xiaochuan's side, squatted down, carefully turned him over, and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak but steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Biyao held his cold body, gently brushing away the stray hairs on his forehead with her fingers, looking at his peaceful sleeping face with a complex expression.

There was guilt, reluctance, resolve, and a hint of... bewilderment after achieving one's goal.

Just then, the sound of rustling footsteps and low conversations came from the distant woods.

"...Did you see that white light and fragrance just now?"

"I see it! It looks like the radiance of a magical artifact, it's over there!"

"Let's go check it out! Be careful, things aren't safe around Mount Kongsang!"

Two young disciples dressed in Qingyun robes, holding immortal swords and looking wary, emerged from the woods.

They immediately spotted Biyao sitting on the ground, holding Jiang Xiaochuan, and her unconscious fellow disciple in her arms.

"It's Senior Brother Jiang!" one of the disciples cried out, his face changing drastically. He immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Bi Yao, "Witch! What have you done to Senior Brother Jiang! Let him go!"

Another disciple shouted sternly, "Put down Senior Brother Jiang right now! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Biyao's face turned even paler, and she tightened her grip on Jiang Xiaochuan's arm.

Her spiritual power was almost exhausted. Although she still had the Heartbreak Flower in her hand, she was powerless to activate it. Facing two Qingyun disciples who were fully on guard and whose cultivation was not weak, she had almost no power to resist.

A wave of despair washed over me. Was this... the end? I'd just kept him by my side, and now he was going to be taken away?

Just as she was racking her brains for a solution, another unexpected event occurred!

A tall, imposing figure, dressed in a magnificent purple robe, with a refined yet dignified face, appeared without warning not far from her side.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Biyao's eyes instantly lit up with joy, and she cried out, "Father!"

The newcomer was none other than Wan Renwang, the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze first sweeping over Biyao and Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. Then he looked at the two Qingyun disciples who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, his eyes calm and undisturbed, yet carrying an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

The two Qingyun disciples were so frightened by the sudden appearance of the purple-robed man with an unfathomable aura that they retreated repeatedly, their faces pale, and their hands holding swords trembling slightly.

They're not stupid. The one who could appear out of nowhere and make this demoness call him "father" must be a top figure in the demonic sect!

The Ghost King's gaze was indifferent as he raised one hand, his fingertips seemingly shimmering with a ghostly light.

"Father! No!" Biyao cried out urgently, her voice pleading, "Don't kill them! Just knock them out!"

The Ghost King paused, turned to look at his daughter, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Biyao bit her lip and whispered, "He...he knows...and keeping them around might...be useful."

She didn't finish speaking, but the Ghost King already understood that his daughter was afraid the boy would resent her after waking up, and also wanted to leave some leverage.

The Ghost King sighed inwardly. He withdrew his hand and glanced indifferently at the two Qingyun disciples.

The two disciples felt an invisible force pressing down on them, their vision went black, and before they could even see how the other party made their move, they groaned and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Just then, another figure drifted over and landed behind the Ghost King.

Dressed in black, her face veiled, revealing only a pair of deep, dark eyes, she was none other than You Ji.

Several Ghost King Sect disciples, dressed in yellow and exuding a calm aura, followed behind her.

Youji's gaze first fell on Biyao, and seeing that she was safe and sound, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, her gaze shifted to Jiang Xiaochuan's face in Biyao's arms, her pupils contracted slightly, and she looked at Biyao again, her eyes full of surprise and questioning.

She remembered clearly that it was this very boy who had kidnapped Biyao and stolen the Heartbreak Flower at the edge of the Abyss of the Dead. How could he be like this now...?

Biyao met Youji's gaze, her face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

She hugged the person in her arms tightly, raised her head, looked at You Ji, then at her father, her voice soft yet exceptionally clear:

"Aunt You, Dad... I... I've fallen for him."

Youji was shocked, her eyes showing disbelief.

The Ghost King also frowned, looking at his daughter and then at the unconscious Qingyun disciple in her arms, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

Biyao instructed the yellow-robed disciples, "Tie up those two Qingyun disciples and take them with you."

The disciple accepted the order and departed.

The Ghost King walked to Biyao's side, squatted down, carefully examined the unconscious Jiang Xiaochuan, and checked his pulse. His brows furrowed even more.

This kid has a strange aura. Despite his low cultivation level, his physical body is ridiculously strong. Moreover... there is a faint aura that makes him feel uneasy, cold yet with a strange devouring intent, and there is also a trace of... the scent of the sacred Blood Devouring Bead?

"This boy... is no ordinary person." The Ghost King said in a deep voice, looking at Biyao, "Yao'er, do you know him...?"

"I know." Biyao interrupted her father, looking tenderly at Jiang Xiaochuan's sleeping face.

"I know he's a disciple of Qingyun, I know good and evil can't coexist, I know he might still have someone else in his heart... but Father, I love him. In the Dripping Blood Cave, it was just him and me. He saved me, protected me, and listened to me tell those... stories I've never told anyone else. He would cry because of me..."

She looked up at her father, her eyes glistening with tears, yet smiling: "Dad, I've never felt this way before... wanting someone, wanting to keep him by my side, wanting to see him smile, wanting... for him to like me too."

Looking at the unprecedentedly intense yet fragile light in his daughter's eyes, the Ghost King felt a mix of pity, anger, and helplessness. He remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh and standing up.

"Let's get out of here first."

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Qingyun Mountain, Xiaozhu Peak.

The bamboo house is quiet and secluded. Outside the window, the bamboo shadows sway gently, casting faint shadows in the afternoon sun.

Lu Xueqi sat on the bamboo couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, tightly embracing the dark red, dull-looking spear in her arms.

Her gaze was fixed on the gun, unblinking, as if trying to see through the cold metal to the person on the other end.

Many days have passed.

Since receiving the message that she was "all well," she returned to Qingyun as instructed. A long time has passed, but no new messages have come. The seven-day agreement has long since passed, and the gun has neither lit up nor drawn a single word.

When he said he'd be "out soon," how long was that? What exactly was this "minor trouble" he mentioned? Is he... alright?

Unconsciously, his fingertips traced the rough texture of the gun, where there seemed to be a trace of dried, dark brown blood. He didn't know if it was his or hers, but every time he touched it, his heart clenched.

She stood up, walked to the desk by the window, opened the bottom drawer, and found no books, no paper or pens, only a bunch of odds and ends.

There were so many sword tassels, thick and thin, woven crookedly but barely legible, in various colors, but mostly made of dark blue, dark green, and jet black silk thread. He had woven them all and given them to her little by little. She said they were "ugly," but she put them all away and placed them here.

A jade bracelet, a white jade hairpin, a bamboo whistle, and several empty candy boxes, washed clean and neatly stacked, containing osmanthus candy, maltose candy, pine nut candy... all kinds of flavors.

He always seemed to think she loved sweets, and every time they met, he could magically produce one or two.

She looked at these things for a long time.

Then he reached out, picked up the bamboo whistle, brought it to his lips, and blew it very, very lightly.

"call out--"

An extremely faint sound drifted gently through the quiet bamboo hut, quickly dissipating, leaving only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind outside the window.

He can't hear.

Master Shuiyue and Senior Sister Wenmin often came over to talk to her and offer words of comfort.

Master Shuiyue's tone softens considerably when he mentions him now, and sometimes he even sighs, "That kid is tough; he won't die so easily out there."

Senior Sister Wenmin would always smile gently, hold her hand, and tell her interesting stories about the sect.

Su Ru, the master's wife of Dazhu Peak, Tian Ling'er, the junior sister, and Zhang Xiaofan, the junior brother, would often ask someone to pass on a message or come over in person to inquire about any news.

Sect Leader Dao Xuan sent people to search Kongsang Mountain again, but the news they brought back was still disappointing. The terrain below the Abyss of the Dead is treacherous, rife with evil spirits, and there are even traces of the Black Water Serpent. The search is difficult, and there has been no breakthrough so far.

Just yesterday, Dao Xuan Zhenren summoned the heads of various lineages and some elite disciples to the Yuqing Hall.

Lu Xueqi was also summoned. When she arrived, the atmosphere in the hall was solemn. Dao Xuan Zhenren sat on the throne with a grave expression and slowly announced a shocking piece of news: In the area around Liubo Mountain in the East Sea, more than a dozen small and medium-sized righteous sects had been attacked and destroyed by the demonic sect in just a few months! The demonic sect has made a comeback with great momentum and ruthless actions. The righteous sects have reached a point where they have no choice but to deal with it with all their might!

As the leader of the righteous path, Qingyun Sect cannot stand idly by! Dao Xuan Zhenren ordered that Tian Buyi, the head of Dazhu Peak, and Cangsong Daoren, the head of Longshou Peak, lead the elite disciples from the four peaks of Longshou Peak, Dazhu Peak, Xiaozhu Peak, and Chaoyang Peak to immediately rush to Liubo Mountain in the East Sea to investigate the movements of the demonic sect, provide assistance to the local righteous path, and annihilate the enemy when the opportunity arises!

Zeng Shuchang, the head of Feng Huifeng, made a special request to bring his son Zeng Shushu along on the training trip, and no one objected.

The order has been given, and we will depart soon.

Lu Xueqi listened silently, her hands clenching tightly in her sleeves. Liubo Mountain... If he comes out, will he go there? He said he would go to find them.

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