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After flying for a while, several streaks of light appeared faintly in the rain ahead, heading towards Changhe City.

Jiang Xiaochuan moved closer with his spear and recognized several disciples from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, as well as two people from Chaoyang Peak.

When they saw Jiang Xiaochuan, and then Lu Xueqi, who was holding him with her eyes closed and motionless, their faces showed surprise, which quickly turned into a knowing look and a subtle "we all understand" expression.

"Senior Brother Jiang, what's wrong with Senior Sister Lu...?" a disciple from Chaoyang Peak asked.

"Oh, Senior Sister Lu was exhausted from the battle and has no spiritual energy left," Jiang Xiaochuan explained without changing his expression.

"I'll take her and go ahead."

The disciples nodded, and one of the monks from Tianyin Temple even chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Brother Jiang, you've worked hard, and Sister Lu, you've worked hard too. You go first, we'll be there soon."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, said no more, sped up, and quickly left them behind.

After flying for a while, a streak of green light appeared ahead, revealing Wen Min. She flew to Jiang Xiaochuan's side on her sword and, seeing Lu Xueqi in his arms, asked with concern, "Junior Sister Lu, what happened? Are you injured?"

"I'm not injured, just exhausted from running out of spiritual energy."

As Jiang Xiaochuan spoke, he leaned forward with his spear and carefully moved Lu Xueqi, whom he was holding, toward Wen Min. "Senior Sister Wen Min, you take Senior Sister Lu with you. I'll go ahead and see if any fellow disciples have fallen behind."

Wen Min quickly reached out and caught Lu Xueqi. Lu Xueqi was transferred to Wen Min's sword. Her body stiffened slightly, but she didn't open her eyes or speak. She just lowered her head and stood silently.

"Okay, then be careful." Wenmin nodded to Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Hmm." Jiang Xiaochuan responded, took one last look at Lu Xueqi who had her head down, turned the gun around, and transformed into a dark red stream of light, disappearing into the vast night rain in the blink of an eye.

Wen Min supported Lu Xueqi and felt that her body was cold and she was still shivering slightly. She thought that she had caught a chill after exhausting herself, so she said softly, "Junior Sister Lu, lean on me. We will be able to reach Changhe City soon."

Lu Xueqi gave a soft "hmm" but didn't lean over; she simply straightened up.

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction where Jiang Xiaochuan had disappeared. There was only endless darkness and rain. She stared for a while, then suddenly whispered:

"Senior sister, let's go."

His voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Wen Min glanced at her, sighed inwardly, and said nothing more. He activated his immortal sword, carrying the two of them, and flew towards Changhe City, quickly disappearing into the rainy night.

Not long after they left, in the far distance behind them, in the direction of Liubo Mountain, a blindingly bright white lightning bolt suddenly exploded in the pitch-black night sky!

The lightning was so enormous and terrifying that it instantly illuminated half the sky as bright as day. Even from this distance, one could feel the heart-palpitating, overwhelming pressure that seemed to originate from the primordial era, along with the deafening roar!

Thunder rumbled like the roar of an ancient beast, crushing across the sky, the sea, and the hearts of everyone who fled Liubo Mountain.

But all of that is temporarily irrelevant to those who are rushing through the night rain and have narrowly escaped.

The rain is getting heavier.

……

The inns in Changhe City were packed with people.

Most of the disciples from various sects who retreated from Liubo Mountain were injured or bruised.

The lobby was filled with the smells of blood, medicine, and the musty odor of damp clothes.

The waiter carried hot water and clean towels, walking briskly with a blank expression on his face, as if he were used to it.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood on the second-floor corridor, looking down.

Su Ru had just changed him into a clean blue cloth shirt, which was loose and didn't fit him very well. It was a hastily bought shirt.

His original black clothes were soaked with blood and rain during the night battle, making them stiff and painful to the touch when he took them off. Su Ru cut them off with scissors and threw them away.

"Stop looking, go back to your room and lie down." Su Ru walked over, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup, steaming hot and with a bitter taste.

"Your internal injuries are quite severe, and your spiritual energy is greatly depleted. You'll need to rest for a few days."

Jiang Xiaochuan took the bowl, but didn't drink it. He asked first, "Where are Master and the others?"

"Your master and senior brother Cangsong are discussing what to do next, whether to return to Qingyun or wait and see."

Su Ru sighed, her brows furrowed with weariness: "The commotion at Liubo Mountain is too great. Senior Brother Sect Leader must already know and will give instructions. You should take care of yourself first."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, tilted his head back and drank the medicine. It was bitter, the bitterness spreading from the back of his tongue all the way to his stomach. He frowned and handed the empty bowl back.

Su Ru took the bowl, looked at his pale face, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. She just raised her hand to straighten his slightly crooked collar.

"Go and rest. I'll call you if I need anything."

Jiang Xiaochuan hummed in agreement and turned to go back to his room.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, and a chair. He sat down by the bed and listened to the faint sounds of people and waves coming from the direction of the dock outside the window.

He couldn't return to Liubo Mountain for the time being. That bolt of lightning... He recalled the blazing white light he had seen when he turned back for the last time, and his heart sank. With the birth of the Kui Niu, the Ghost King Sect's plan was largely complete. What would happen next...?

He shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it; it was pointless. The most important thing right now was to return to Qingyun.

Over the next few days, Changhe City gradually emptied out. Those with minor injuries or those who had been ordered by their sects left one after another. The people from Dazhu Peak stayed a few more days to wait for him to recover.

Jiang Xiaochuan spent most of his time meditating and regulating his breathing in his room. The Xuanhuo Mirror was placed against his chest, warm and gentle, gradually repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

Hongli remained silent; perhaps she was asleep.

Occasionally, Tian Ling'er would come over, sit by his bedside, and stare at him without saying a word, her eyes red as if she had been crying.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uncomfortable under her gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tian Ling'er shook her head, and after a while, she whispered, "Xiao Chuan, could you... please not do this all the time?"

"What?"

"Don't always rush to the front alone, don't always make people worry. If it weren't for Senior Sister Lu this time..."

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat moved, but he didn't speak.

Tian Ling'er waited for a while, but received no reply. She stood up and left.

She stopped at the door, her back to him, and said, "I know I can't compare to Senior Sister Lu, but... you shouldn't underestimate yourself."

The door closed gently. Jiang Xiaochuan sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the closed door for a while.

Zhang Xiaofan delivered three meals a day on time, saying little and leaving quickly, but each time he would steal a few glances at Jiang Xiaochuan to make sure he was alright before bowing his head and leaving. Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't understand the emotion in those eyes.

In a corner of the lobby downstairs, Zhou Yixian squatted on a bench with a worried look on his face, clutching a few copper coins in his hand and counting them over and over.

Zhou Xiaohuan leaned on the table next to him, her little hand supporting her chin, gazing longingly at the old man selling candied hawthorns on the street outside.

"Grandpa, is the boat still not going to sail?" Zhou Xiaohuan asked in a soft, sweet voice.

"Go my ass!" Zhou Yixian spat angrily. "Those boat captains, each one of them is more timid than a pinhole! They say there's thunder and lightning over at Liubo Mountain, and monsters are howling in the sea, but they wouldn't go no matter how much money you offer! Bah! A bunch of short-sighted fools!"

He counted the copper coins in his hand, then looked at his granddaughter's longing gaze for the candied hawthorns, sighed, took out two copper coins, and stuffed them into Zhou Xiaohuan's hand. "Go, buy one skewer. Don't eat too many, or your teeth will hurt tonight."

Zhou Xiaohuan's eyes lit up. She grabbed the coin and ran outside. Halfway there, she turned back and whispered, "Grandpa, do the candied hawthorn brothers... live here too? I saw a lot of brothers and sisters wearing Taoist robes..."

Zhou Yixian was taken aback and looked up at the building. He caught a glimpse of the young man in the blue robe; his profile looked somewhat familiar.

Is that kid? He's back? He looks... alright?

"Probably," Zhou Yixian mumbled, waving his hand. "Go quickly."

Zhou Xiaohuan said "Oh" and skipped out. Zhou Yixian looked at her small figure, then at the copper coins in his hand, and shook his head.