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Jiang Xiaochuan took a step forward, blocking Biyao's path.

He looked at the six-tailed fox in the stone hollow, pointed to the three-tailed fox in Biyao's arms, and said calmly, "You don't want her to get hurt, do you?"

Liuwei's breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

He stared at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at the unconscious Sanwei, and the rage in his eyes was gradually replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained was a deathly gray.

"What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't answer; he called out in his mind, "Sister Hongli."

After a while, Hong Li's lazy voice finally rang out: "Hmm?"

"Can that thing on his chest be removed?"

"Nine Cold Ice Spikes? I can do it, but it's a bit troublesome. In my current state, forcing myself to do it will consume a lot of my energy. What are you going to do to thank me?"

"Good sister," Jiang Xiaochuan readily agreed, "can I do you a favor?"

Hongli gave a soft hum and said nothing more.

Hongli has temporarily taken over part of his body.

He strode toward the stone hollow.

"What are you doing!" Six-Tails shouted sharply, struggling to block, but unable to move.

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored him and walked straight to his side, squatting down. When he got closer, he could see Liuwei's face clearly. He was very handsome, even somewhat eerie, with a pale face and bloodless lips, but the contours of his eyebrows, eyes, and nose were exquisite.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched, feeling inexplicably uneasy. He reached out, his fingertips icy cold, and gently touched Liuwei's cheek.

My skin feels smooth and a little cool.

Liuwei froze, staring at him in astonishment.

Jiang Xiaochuan moved his hand down and pressed it on the bruise on his left chest. It was icy cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth around him.

"Sister Hongli, this is it," he thought to himself.

The next instant, he felt as if his fingers had their own will, and his fingertips glowed slightly. It wasn't the kind of light that comes from spiritual energy, but a darker, colder red. The light flowed from his fingertips and seeped into the dark bruise on Six-Tail's chest.

"Ugh—!" Liuwei suddenly tilted his head back and let out a suppressed roar of pain. His body trembled violently, and the dark bruise on his chest faded and shrank at a visible speed, finally condensing into a point of extremely cold, dark blue light, which was tightly bound by the dark red fingertip of Jiang Xiaochuan and pulled out little by little.

The process was slow. Jiang Xiaochuan could feel the bone-chilling cold seeping into his body through his fingers, but the icy chill emanating from his body was even more domineering, firmly blocking the cold from the outside.

However, the Bloodthirsty Bead on the left chest seemed somewhat interested in the chill, pulsating slightly before quickly subsiding again.

It's unclear how much time passed—perhaps only a dozen breaths, perhaps the time it takes for an incense stick to burn—but the last bit of pale blue light was completely extracted, condensing into a crystal-clear ice spike about an inch long at Jiang Xiaochuan's fingertip.

As soon as the ice spike left the body, it shattered into countless ice crystals with a soft "crack" and disappeared into the air.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Xiaochuan's vision went black.

It wasn't the kind of black that you could see with your eyes closed; it was a complete black where you couldn't see anything at all. He paused for a moment, then blinked instinctively, but it was still black.

"Sister Hongli?" he asked inwardly, a little panicked. "What happened to my eyes?"

"It's an act." Hong Li's voice rang out, tinged with weariness and a hint of triumphant laughter.

"Play the victim. Make them feel guilty, and the Mystic Fire Mirror will naturally be yours."

Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Oh well, he might as well pretend.

"When will it get better? I don't want to be blind."

"Let's talk about it after they leave." After Hongli finished speaking, her breath weakened, as if she had exhausted herself, and she fell asleep again.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood there, surrounded by darkness. He could feel the heat in front of him, hear the gurgling sound of molten lava, and smell the sulfur and the faint, sweet, fishy scent unique to the fox clan in the air, but he couldn't see anything.

He tried reaching out and touching it. His fingers touched warm, smooth skin—it was the Six-Tails.

Six-Tails seemed to have fully recovered. He sat up and looked down at his chest. The bruise had disappeared, leaving only faint blue veins under his skin.

He raised his hand, pressed it against his chest, and circulated his demonic power, his face showing an incredulous surprise.

"It's gone..." he murmured, looking up at Jiang Xiaochuan with a complicated expression. "You..."

"Big brother!" A cry of surprise rang out as the woman in Biyao's arms woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Liuwei sitting up and Jiang Xiaochuan standing beside her. She immediately struggled to jump down from Biyao's arms, flashed in front of Liuwei, and glared at Jiang Xiaochuan: "It was you! You ambushed me! I'll kill you!"

"Third Sister, stop!" Liuwei hurriedly reached out and grabbed her, quickly recounting what had just happened.

The Three-Tails was startled and turned its head sharply to look at the Six-Tails' chest, where it was indeed as smooth as before.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Jiang Xiaochuan. The anger in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by immense surprise and... disbelief.

"Really...really..." Her voice trembled as she reached out to touch Six-Tails' chest, but then hesitated, her hand hovering in mid-air.

Liuwei grasped her hand and nodded gently. He looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, his eyes now completely different, filled with gratitude and confusion: "Benefactor, why...why did you save me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was still "blind." He slightly turned his head and "looked" in the direction from which the sound came, but did not speak.

Sanwei also noticed his abnormality. She looked closely at Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes. His eyes were open, but his pupils were unfocused and empty. She felt a tightness in her heart and looked at Liuwei.

Liuwei also noticed it. He frowned, recalling the strange dark red light at Jiang Xiaochuan's fingertips and the slight tremor in Jiang Xiaochuan's body when he pulled out the ice spike.

A thought popped into my head: Could it be... that he injured his eyes while saving me?

This thought made his heart sink. He pulled Sanwei along, and the two of them slowly knelt down in front of Jiang Xiaochuan.

"My benefactor's kindness is something I will never forget. But my benefactor's eyes..."

Sanwei whispered, "It's...it's because I saved my older brother that..."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little embarrassed listening to this.

But his face remained expressionless; he simply shook his head, his voice calm: "It's nothing. If I had to say why... it's the Mystic Fire Mirror."

The six-tailed and three-tailed creatures trembled simultaneously.

"You...how do you know about the Xuanhuo Mirror?!" Liuwei exclaimed, then realized he had let something slip and his expression changed.

Jiang Xiaochuan "looked" at him. Although his eyes were unfocused, Liuwei felt that he was "looking" at him.

"Not only do I know about the Xuanhuo Mirror, but I also know her true identity," Jiang Xiaochuan said, pointing to Biyao beside him.

Liuwei looked at Biyao, who stood there silently, gazing at Jiang Xiaochuan's profile. Ever since Jiang Xiaochuan lost his sight, her gaze had never left him.

Liuwei was silent for a moment (what does this have to do with her, pshaw). It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with the Xuanhuo Mirror. Although the treasure was good, it was insignificant compared to his elder brother's life. He was afraid... afraid that the treasure would bring disaster to Jiang Xiaochuan. The people of Fenxiang Valley had been hunting them down for three hundred years because of the Xuanhuo Mirror.

"My benefactor," he whispered, "I can give you the Mystic Fire Mirror. But this thing... is a source of trouble. Incense Valley will not let this go."

"I know," Jiang Xiaochuan said, then paused and added, "Oh right, she's the daughter of the Ghost King, and her mother is a fox. So, she's practically half a fox."

The six-tailed and three-tailed creatures were startled again and looked at Biyao in unison.

Biyao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. She hadn't expected Jiang Xiaochuan to bring this up so suddenly.

"Her mother was a fox spirit. When she was little, she took her back to the Six Fox Cave on Fox Ridge Mountain..." Jiang Xiaochuan stopped abruptly, remembering what Biyao had told him about the past...

He fell silent, his mood somewhat somber.

Biyao looked at his silent profile, her fingers tightening slightly. She took a step forward, reached out, and gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, resting her face on his cool shoulder.

"It's okay, at least for now, I still have you."

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened slightly. He didn't speak, nor did he push her away. The heaviness in his heart grew even heavier. He couldn't stay like this forever; he would go back to Qingyun. But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

The cavern was completely silent, save for the sound of churning lava.

The Six-Tails looked at the two embracing, then at the Three-Tails, who was also looking at him with gentle eyes. He suddenly understood something, sighed softly, and nodded to the Three-Tails.

Sanwei understood. She walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, took something out of her bosom, held it in both hands, and handed it to him.

"My benefactor, here you go."

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't "see" it, but he could feel a warm, pure fire elemental power emanating from it. He reached out and touched it.

It was a jade ring, warm to the touch, with what seemed to be an engraved pattern in the middle and red silk tassels at both ends. He held it in his hand; the warmth seeped through his cool palms and all the way to his arm.

He suddenly remembered the jade pendant Lu Xueqi had given him; it was also made of jade, with a crooked "川" (river) character engraved in the middle, and it also had a warm feel to it.

He held the Mystic Fire Mirror in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "Thank you."

Three-Tailed Fox shook her head and retreated. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "My benefactor, why...why did you ambush me at the cave entrance?"

Jiang Xiaochuan "looked" at her. Although she couldn't see him, Sanwei felt that he was "looking" at her.

"If I told you directly that I came to rescue your older brother, would you believe me?"

Sanwei choked, remembering her reaction just now. Her face flushed slightly, and she gave an awkward laugh. Indeed, no one would believe her.

Liuwei stood up and bowed solemnly to Jiang Xiaochuan: "My benefactor, I am deeply grateful. If there is ever any need for your service in the future, I, Liuwei, will do my utmost."

Sanwei also bowed, and Jiang Xiaochuan waved his hand.

"Let's go, take all that messy stuff with us. The people from Little Pond Town still need to come to this forest to cut firewood and hunt. If you leave, they'll be left unattended and might hurt people."

Liuwei paused, then looked ashamed: "Young Master's consideration is correct."

He looked at the Three-Tailed Fox, who nodded and turned to drive away the subdued monsters.

"Where are you planning to go next?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked again.

Liuwei was silent for a moment, then whispered, "The Ten Thousand Mountains... perhaps that's a place to go."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, as if he had expected it. He paused, his tone casual, yet each word clear:

"That place isn't good. Think it over carefully. What if... I mean, what if one day I pass by Incense Valley and accidentally wander into the Mysterious Fire Altar, and meet that senior figure there... who sees my Mysterious Fire Mirror..."

He looked up at Liuwei: "How am I supposed to explain this to her? Should I just say that I saved 'Little Liu' and sent her to the Hundred Thousand Mountains? If she doesn't believe me and thinks I'm the one who harmed you, wouldn't I be unjustly killed?"

Liuwei shuddered, staring at Jiang Xiaochuan in disbelief, her voice trembling: "You... how do you know about the Xuanhuo Altar... and 'her'...?"

"Don't worry about how I know," Jiang Xiaochuan interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Just tell me, when the time comes, who I mention, what name I give, will she believe me and not cause me any trouble?"

Liuwei took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and when she spoke again, her tone was more solemn than ever before: "If you really see her... you only need to mention 'Xiao Liu' and 'adopted by godmother,' and she will understand. In this world, only she and I... understand these words."

"Okay, got it." Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his shoulders relaxed.

After finishing his business, the cave fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of churning lava. He glanced at Six-Tails' handsome face, which was still strikingly beautiful despite its paleness, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

"By the way," he suddenly spoke, raising an eyebrow with a serious, probing look, "who's more handsome, you or me?"

"Huh?" Liuwei was completely stunned, not keeping up with the sudden change of topic. He looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, whose expression was actually very serious, not like he was joking.