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A few minutes later, they returned to their inn room.

Biyao had already woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was being held in Youji's hands and looked disheveled, with icy eyes.

Youji loosened her grip, and Jiang Xiaochuan fell to the ground with a thud. He coughed a few times before catching his breath.

He sat up, rubbing his neck, and looked up at Biyao. Biyao was also looking at him, and their eyes met.

"Run!" Biyao spoke, her voice soft yet chilling. "Why have you stopped running?"

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't say anything. He patted the dirt off his body, stood up, walked to the bedside and sat down, his movements as natural as if he were going back to his own home.

"Tie them up," Biyao instructed the yellow-robed disciple beside her.

The disciple stepped forward and took out a dark gold rope.

He did not resist, allowing the disciple to tie his wrists together in a tight knot.

The rope tightened, digging into my skin, and it hurt a little.

But it only hurts for a moment, and then it's over quickly.

Biyao clearly noticed it too. She frowned but didn't say anything.

"Bring those two Qingyun disciples we captured earlier over here," she ordered again.

Before long, two Qingyun disciples, bound tightly and with rags stuffed in their mouths, were brought in. They were the same two people they had encountered at Kongsang Mountain during the day.

When they saw Jiang Xiaochuan, their eyes widened, revealing anxious and worried expressions. They hummed "woo woo" as if they wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at them, then at Biyao, and remained silent for a moment.

"Biyao, let them go."

Biyao didn't speak, she just looked at him.

"They are innocent," Jiang Xiaochuan continued. "They were just passing by and know nothing. Arresting them won't do any good."

"How do you know it won't work?" Biyao retorted, her tone indifferent. "They are Qingyun disciples, your fellow disciples. With them in your hands, you'll be more obedient."

"I won't. Whether you arrest them or not, I'll run away. But if you arrest them, you'll make a blood feud with the Qingyun Sect. The Ghost King Sect probably doesn't want a full-scale war with the Qingyun Sect right now, right?"

Biyao's eyes flickered.

"Let them go, and I promise I won't run away," Jiang Xiaochuan said again, his tone more serious. "At least, not now."

Biyao stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed. The laugh was cold, tinged with mockery: "How much is your promise worth?"

Jiang Xiaochuan choked. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't. Indeed, his promise might not be worth much to Biyao.

"Okay then," he changed his approach, his tone softening to a pleading one, "you let them go, and I... I'll do whatever you want, okay?"

Biyao didn't answer immediately. She walked up to the two Qingyun disciples and looked them over. Although they were tied up and gagged, their eyes were stubborn as they glared at Biyao without any fear.

"They're a couple of tough nuts to crack," Biyao said calmly. She raised her hand, gesturing to the disciple beside her, "Remove the gags from their mouths."

As soon as the cloth was removed, the two immediately began to curse, "Witch! Kill me or do whatever you want! We Qingyun disciples would rather die than submit!"

"Yes! We'd rather die than surrender!"

Jiang Xiaochuan had a headache from listening to this. He winked at the two men, his eyes saying, "Stop cursing, save yourselves first." But the two men were too angry to even look at him.

As Biyao listened to their insults, her expression grew colder and colder. Just as her eyes hardened, as if she was about to explode, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly shouted:

"That's enough!"

Everyone looked at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan got up from the bed, walked to the two Qingyun disciples, looked at them, and said, word by word, "Go back and report."

The two men were taken aback.

"Go back and tell Senior Brother Qi Hao, and Sect Leader Dao Xuan," Jiang Xiaochuan continued, speaking quickly, "that I was captured by the Ghost King Sect, but I'm safe for now. Tell them not to make any rash moves and to wait for my news."

He paused, then added, "Just say... it was me who said it."

The two men exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding something. One of them nodded, "Senior Brother Jiang, we will definitely deliver the message!"

Biyao and Youji listened silently. Only after Jiang Xiaochuan finished speaking did Biyao coldly ask, "When did I say I was going to let them go?"

Jiang Xiaochuan turned to look at her, his face once again bearing that playful grin: "Miss Biyao, you are so magnanimous, why bother arguing with two junior disciples? It won't do you any harm if they go back and report. At least it will let the Qingyun Sect know that I'm safe and sound in your hands, without missing an limb. That way, they'll be hesitant to harm you, won't dare to do anything to you, right?"

Biyao ignored him and looked at Youji instead. Youji was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Miss, what he said makes sense. These two have low cultivation levels and are useless to keep alive. Releasing them will actually help stabilize things on the Qingyun Sect's side."

Biyao bit her lip, seemingly still hesitant.

"Watch my performance," Jiang Xiaochuan pressed his advantage, his tone softening further. "Biyao, I promise, for the next two weeks, I'll behave myself. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west; if you tell me to beat a dog, I won't chase a chicken. So please let them go, okay?"

He leaned closer, almost touching Biyao's face, his voice low and coaxing: "Just let her go, okay? I'm begging you, please, Biyao, please."

Biyao was startled by his sudden approach, a hint of unease flashing across her face. She turned her face away, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally waved her hand: "Take him out and release him."

"Yes!" The yellow-robed disciple accepted the order and escorted the two Qingyun disciples out.

Only Jiang Xiaochuan, Biyao, and Youji remained in the room.

Jiang Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back onto the bed. The spirit-binding rope on his wrist was still there, but he didn't care. He looked at Biyao and smiled again: "Miss Biyao, can you untie the rope? It hurts a lot."

Biyao glanced at him: "I don't understand."

"No way," Jiang Xiaochuan started to act shamelessly, "I really have something to do. You have to let me take care of it."

"What is it?" Biyao asked, her eyes wary.

"Let's go to Xiaochi Town," Jiang Xiaochuan said.

Biyao was taken aback: "Xiaochi Town? What are you going there for?"

"It's something personal," Jiang Xiaochuan said vaguely, "It's very important. I have to go."

"What private matter?" Biyao pressed.

Jiang Xiaochuan scratched his head and made up an excuse: "I owed someone a favor before, and I have to repay it. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

Biyao stared at him for a long time, seemingly trying to determine whether his words were true or false. Finally, she said, "I'll go with you."

"No, please," Jiang Xiaochuan quickly said, "Just the two of us, okay? Don't bring Senior Youji, and don't bring your dad or the others. Just the two of us."

Biyao's eyes turned cold: "You're trying to run away again?"

"I won't run, I really won't run." Jiang Xiaochuan raised his hand to swear, even though his hands were tied and he couldn't raise them high.

"I promise. Just trust me this once. Just the two of us, like in the Bloodstained Cave, just the two of us, okay?"

He spoke softly, with a hint of pleading, and his eyes were earnest. When Biyao looked into his eyes, her guard gradually lowered.

Inside the dripping blood cave, there were only the two of them. She held his cold waist and pressed her face against his chest. It was the most peaceful time she had slept in so many years.

If it were just the two of them...

Biyao's eyes flickered, as if she was wavering.

"Biyao," Jiang Xiaochuan called again, his voice even softer, "Just the two of us, okay?"

Biyao remained silent for a long time. So long that Jiang Xiaochuan thought she was going to refuse again, she finally nodded slightly.

"it is good."

She walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, reached out, and untied the spirit-binding rope from his wrist. With the rope loosened, Jiang Xiaochuan moved his wrist, and not even a red mark was left on his skin.

"Thank you," he said.

Biyao didn't answer, but just looked at him and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Now," Jiang Xiaochuan said.

……

The Ghost King stood at the window on the second floor of the inn, watching Biyao and Jiang Xiaochuan leave one after the other in the courtyard below. The moonlight cast long shadows of the two of them, making them appear very close together.

Youji appeared silently behind him.

"Sect Master, should we just let Miss go with him like this?" Youji asked in a low voice, her tone filled with worry.

The Ghost King didn't turn around, but simply said, "Yao'er has grown up and has her own ideas. Let her go."

"But that boy..." Yu Ji hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"He can't escape," the Ghost King said, his voice calm but filled with absolute confidence. "I have placed a restriction on Yao'er. If he dares to harm Yao'er or tries to escape, I will know immediately."

He paused, turned around, and looked at You Ji: "Moreover, that boy isn't entirely without feelings for Yao'er. They spent every day together in the Dripping Blood Cave, sharing life and death. Some things can't be erased. Letting him spend some time alone with Yao'er might not be a bad thing."

Youji remained silent and did not speak again.

……

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't know where Xiaochi Town was, so Biyao took out a yellowed sheepskin map from her bosom, looked at it in the moonlight, and pointed in a direction.

"This way," she said.

The two left the town and walked southeast along the main road. It was late at night, and there was no one on the road except for the moonlight and the chirping of insects. Jiang Xiaochuan was barefoot, and Biyao was wearing embroidered shoes. The two walked slowly, and their footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet night.