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In the middle of the night, an unexpected event occurred.

Without any warning, on the south side of Liubo Mountain, demonic forces from all directions surged out of the darkness like ghosts. The light of magical artifacts pierced the night sky, and shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the screams of the dying instantly shattered the tranquility of the night.

"Enemy attack—!"

The warning screech was sharp and piercing. The righteous path's camp was instantly thrown into chaos.

Jiang Xiaochuan was jolted awake from his sleep, grabbed the God-Slaying Spear from beside his pillow, and rushed out of the cave.

Outside the cave, chaos reigned. The light of various magical artifacts clashed and collided in the night sky, illuminating faces that were filled with fear, anger, or ferocity.

"Xiao Chuan! Over here!" Tian Ling'er's voice came from over here.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Tian Buyi, Su Ru, Zhang Xiaofan, Song Daren and others had gathered together and were fighting against a group of demonic cult members.

Tian Buyi's plump figure was unusually agile. His Crimson Flame Immortal Sword transformed into a fire dragon, forcing a bald, burly man to retreat repeatedly.

The bald man held a tattered folding fan; the fan surface was damaged, yet he could still unleash towering waves and raging winds.

Beside them stood an old man, gaunt as a skeleton, his body radiating an eerie blood-red light, who commanded five blurry ghostly figures, emitting strange, hissing cries.

Su Ru held a pale blue immortal sword, its light as sharp as a bolt of lightning, protecting Tian Buyi on his flank as she battled the wind and water dragons created by Ancestor Duanmu, her expression grave.

On the other side, the Taoist Cangsong, wielding an ordinary immortal sword with a chilling light, was engaged in fierce combat with a short old man whose body was emanating green energy.

The two clearly had a long-standing grudge, and their moves were ruthless, targeting vital points.

Further away, there were Qi Hao's Frost Sword, Zeng Shushu's Xuanyuan Sword, Lin Jingyu's Dragon-Slaying Sword, Faxiang's Reincarnation Pearl, Fashan's Iron Cudgel, Li Xun's Nine Yang Ruler, and Yan Hong's Azure Spirit Stone...

Various magical treasures shone brightly as they clashed with the demonic sect members, resulting in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Ghost King, Azure Dragon, You Ji, and the others stood quietly on a high cliff, not making a move, but coldly watching the chaotic battle below.

Biyao stood beside the Ghost King, her gaze searching across the chaotic battlefield, and soon locked onto that familiar figure in black.

The Ghost King glanced at the young righteous disciples below, especially those from the Azure Cloud Sect, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He whispered to the Azure Dragon beside him, "The Azure Cloud Sect has produced quite a few promising talents this generation. Their aptitude, temperament, and magical treasures are all top-notch. It's a pity for our Holy Sect..."

Qinglong nodded silently.

Jiang Xiaochuan had no time to pay attention to those things. He wielded the God-Slaying Spear, its dark red light flickering like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey. Wherever it passed, ordinary disciples of the Demonic Cult were either killed or injured. He fought and retreated, and soon reunited with Zhang Xiaofan, Tian Ling'er, and the others.

"Xiao Fan, Senior Sister Ling'er, stay close to me!" Jiang Xiaochuan shouted, his spear flashing like a dragon, sending two demonic sect disciples flying as they pounced on him.

Zhang Xiaofan, wielding the Abyss Thunder Sword, though his swordsmanship was still immature, was steady and reliable. He stood firmly beside Jiang Xiaochuan, while Tian Ling'er's Amber Crimson Silk transformed into a sky full of rosy light, blocking all the attacks coming from the other side.

The battle was extremely fierce, with screams constantly ringing out from both the demonic sects and the righteous path, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Finding an opening, Su Ru used her sword to force back a water dragon created by Elder Duanmu's fan, and urgently shouted to Jiang Xiaochuan and the others who were not far from her, "Xiaochuan! Take Ling'er, Xiaofan, and the others, and go first! Meet up in Changhe City in the East Sea! Hurry!"

"Master's wife!" Jiang Xiaochuan said urgently.

"Listen to me!" Su Ru said sternly, her eyes filled with anxiety and determination. "We have our own way of escaping! Staying here will only be a burden! Go!"

Tian Buyi also roared, "You brat! Take them away!"

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at the situation on the field.

Although the other disciples were fighting hard, the Demonic Sect had the advantage in numbers, and the top experts from the Ghost King Sect had not yet made a move...

He gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling'er, "Let's go!"

"But Father and Mother..." Tian Ling'er cried anxiously.

"Trust Master and Mistress!" Jiang Xiaochuan shouted, sweeping away three demonic sect disciples who rushed towards him with a single shot. He then charged out of the battle circle. Zhang Xiaofan grabbed Tian Ling'er's wrist and followed closely behind. Song Daren, He Dazhi, Du Bishu, and the others also broke free from their opponents and moved closer to them.

Breaking through was not easy; the demonic sect disciples surged forward like a tide, trying to intercept them.

Jiang Xiaochuan wielded the God-Slaying Spear with such skill that it was impenetrable. Wherever the dark red spear light reached, blood and flesh flew everywhere. He specifically targeted those demonic sect disciples with low cultivation levels who blocked his path, aiming to kill them with a single blow and open a passage.

Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling'er followed closely behind him, one using a sword and the other a silk ribbon, to block the attacks coming from both sides.

Strangely, some of the demonic sect disciples, especially those from the Ghost King Sect, saw Jiang Xiaochuan rushing towards them, their eyes flickered, and they subconsciously gave way a little, their attacks becoming somewhat hesitant.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't pay attention at first, until he knocked a Changsheng Hall disciple away with a spear. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a Ghost King Sect disciple raising his knife to slash at a Chaoyang Peak disciple. When he saw him rushing over, the disciple's movements obviously faltered, and the blade deviated by three points, only tearing the Chaoyang Peak disciple's sleeve. Then, as if burned by something, he retreated rapidly and disappeared into the crowd.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat.

This wasn't the first time. Along the way, at least four or five members of the Ghost King Sect hesitated and avoided him when they met. The way they looked at him was also strange. It wasn't the ferocity of an enemy they were looking at, but a mixture of awe, curiosity, and a hint of ambiguity that was hard to explain.

Some people even secretly winked at him, signaling him to break out in a certain direction.

He suddenly realized it was Biyao. Only Biyao could make the Ghost King Sect members "show mercy" to him. Perhaps, she had even given him some instructions in private.

This realization left him with mixed feelings. What was this? A slap followed by a sweet treat? Or just the capriciousness of a spoiled princess?

But this was not the time to delve into it. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and took advantage of this subtle "convenience" to break through the encirclement more quickly. However, the hand holding the gun unconsciously tightened its grip a little more.

As he charged, his eyes darted around, searching for other fellow disciples who might be surrounded. When he saw Wen Min being entangled by two demonic sect disciples in a perilous situation, he immediately changed direction, piercing one of them through the back of the heart with his spear and kicking the other away.

"Senior Sister Wenmin! Let's go!"

Wen Min, pale-faced, glanced at him, nodded, and rushed towards the outer perimeter.

Jiang Xiaochuan repeated the same tactic, rescuing several more of his besieged fellow disciples and sending them out of the battle. He was ruthless, each shot fatal, showing no mercy, and was covered in blood, his black clothes almost completely soaked through.

The ferocious aura emanating from the God-Slaying Spear itself, mixed with his chilling killing intent, instilled fear in some of the demonic sect disciples, preventing them from getting too close.

Just as he had sent two Chaoyang Peak disciples out of the encirclement and breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a water-green figure in the distance, fiercely fighting with a moon-white figure.

It's Biyao and Lu Xueqi.

Biyao held the Heartbreak Flower, its white light as white as snow, petals fluttering down, carrying a melancholic fragrance and icy chill. Lu Xueqi held the Heavenly Sword, its blade azure, its coldness piercing to the bone, each move aimed directly at Biyao's vitals, its killing intent chilling, a stance of no return.

Biyao was clearly no match for Lu Xueqi. Under Lu Xueqi's storm of sword attacks, she was overwhelmed and forced to retreat step by step. Her light green clothes were torn in several places by the sword energy, and blood seeped out.

On the high cliff further away, the Ghost King, Azure Dragon, and You Ji watched this scene in silence. You Ji moved slightly, as if she wanted to make a move, but was stopped by a look from the Ghost King.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart tightened. Lu Xueqi's state was not right. The killing intent in her eyes was too strong. She had almost no defense and was fighting with the intention of taking everyone down with her.

As for Biyao... he could tell that Biyao hadn't actually used her full strength; the power of the Heartbreak Flower seemed to be held back, and she was more like maneuvering and dodging.

They can't fight anymore. If they continue, and Lu Xueqi really kills Biyao, the Ghost King will never stand idly by. Then...

Without further hesitation, he moved like lightning, rushing towards the spot where the two were fighting.

Rain began to fall from the sky at some unknown time, with large raindrops pattering down and quickly forming a curtain of rain. Thunder rumbled through the clouds, and lightning occasionally tore through the dark night sky.

Jiang Xiaochuan rushed forward and just in time to see Lu Xueqi's fierce and unparalleled thrust. The tip of the Tianya Sword was emitting a chilling blue light, aiming straight for Biyao's heart. Biyao seemed to be exhausted, and the Heartbreak Flower was a little slow to defend. A trace of horror flashed in her eyes.

"stop!"

Jiang Xiaochuan roared and threw the God-Slaying Spear out of his hand. Like a dark red meteor, it arrived first despite being behind, and with a loud "clang", it accurately struck the Tianya Sword!

The immense force caused Lu Xueqi's sword to veer off course, grazing Biyao's shoulder and leaving a trail of blood. Biyao let out a muffled groan and staggered backward.

Jiang Xiaochuan had already rushed over, catching the rebounding God-Slaying Spear with one hand, and without even looking, grabbing Lu Xueqi's waist with the other, pulling her into his arms. At the same time, he pushed off with his feet, and the God-Slaying Spear, carrying the two of them, transformed into a dark red streak of light, shooting off in the opposite direction from the retreating righteous path without looking back! The speed was so fast that it left only a faint afterimage in the rain.

Lu Xueqi was held tightly in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, which was soaked with blood and rain but still warm. She was stunned for a moment, then struggled violently.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill her!" Her voice was hoarse, filled with sobs and overwhelming hatred.

"What are you trying to kill! Are you looking for death!" Jiang Xiaochuan held her tightly, preventing her from moving, while desperately channeling his spiritual power to control the spear, moving at top speed, shuttling between the night rain and the mountains.

"Didn't you see Ghost King Qinglong and Youji watching from there? If you make another move, you'll be the one dying in the next second!"

Lu Xueqi struggled but couldn't move, so she looked up at him.

Rain soaked her hair and face, streaming down her pale cheeks; it was hard to tell if it was rain or tears.

Her eyes were frighteningly red as she stared at him, her voice trembling, "You...you care about her? You're afraid I'll kill her?"

"I care about you!" Jiang Xiaochuan yelled irritably, rainwater filling his mouth and making him cough.

"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't care whether you lived or died! Can't you use your brain?!"

Lu Xueqi stopped talking, just stared at him, her chest heaving violently.

After a few seconds, she suddenly stopped struggling. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face deeply in his soaked, blood-stained, and rain-scented bosom, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt the dampness on his chest intensify.

His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just tightened his arms around her and gently rested his chin on the top of her wet hair.

Jiang Xiaochuan flew with his spear for an unknown amount of time, until the shouts of battle and the brilliance of magical artifacts behind him completely disappeared into the night rain and mountains, before slowing down.

The rain was still falling, and the thunder was fading into the distance. He looked down at the person in his arms. Lu Xueqi had her eyes closed, leaning against his chest, motionless, as if she were asleep, but her eyelashes were still fluttering gently.

"Hey," he whispered, "that's enough. Can you fly on your sword now?"

Lu Xueqi didn't open her eyes, but hugged his waist even tighter, her voice muffled and slightly nasal as it came from his chest:

"No. I've run out of spiritual energy."

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."

Does she even believe that herself? When she was fighting Biyao just now, the sword light was so sharp that it seemed to have no spiritual power.

But he didn't expose her. He simply adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable, and then continued to control his spear, flying towards the southeast amidst the vast night rain and the pitch-black sea and sky.

With her face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, Lu Xueqi closed her eyes, but her heart was filled with a cold clarity.

For a fleeting moment, she truly wanted to kill Biyao.

The moment Tianya stabbed out, she had no thoughts about the Ghost King, life and death, or the consequences; only a burning killing intent to completely wipe that green-clad woman from the world.

If Jiang Xiaochuan hadn't stopped him, that sword would have already pierced Biyao's heart.

And then what? The Ghost King will kill her on the spot, and perhaps he will also kill Jiang Xiaochuan.

Then let's die together, cleanly and neatly, just like she thought in the cave.

But Jiang Xiaochuan stopped her, yelling at her in a fierce tone, but then held her tightly in his arms and led her away.

His embrace was warm, his arms were strong, and even flying so fast in the heavy rain, he remained steady. Suddenly, she didn't want to die anymore.

I don't want to die now, and I don't want to die here with him.

She wants to live, to live well, to become stronger, stronger than everyone else.

She was so powerful that even the Ghost King, Azure Dragon, and Youji combined couldn't stop her from killing Biyao. She was so powerful that Jiang Xiaochuan could only see her and have her in his heart. She was so powerful that... if he still chose Biyao, she could lock him up and lock him up, so that he could never escape.

The thought sent a slight shiver down her spine, not out of fear, but a mixture of guilt and immense pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his waist tighter and buried her face deeper into his chest.

Jiang Xiaochuan, you forced me to do this. You were the one who said, "If I fall in love with her," and you made me realize that losing you is worse than death. So don't blame me... for trying to keep you in my own way.

Even with chains, with cages, with your life.