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His raised hand moved with lightning speed, yet as light as a feather, precisely striking a pressure point on the back of Biyao's neck. His control of the force was so perfect that it was enough to make her lose consciousness instantly, without actually hurting her.

Biyao's body went limp, and without uttering a sound, she loosened her grip on him and collapsed into his arms.

The tears in the corners of her eyes hadn't dried yet, and there was even a hint of a surprised smile that hadn't fully bloomed on her lips, before she fainted.

Jiang Xiaochuan caught her limp body and supported her steadily with his arms.

The weight in his arms was light, carrying the softness and fragrance of a young girl. He looked down at her serene (even smiling) profile as she lay unconscious. A wave of guilt and pain surged in his heart, almost overwhelming him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the inappropriate emotions.

He swiftly scooped Biyao up in his arms, carrying her in a princess carry. Her body felt light and easy to hold. With his other hand, he quickly rummaged around her waist and sleeves, finding the Heartbreak Flower and the Acacia Bell. Without hesitation, he tore them off and stuffed them into his own bosom. Then, carrying Biyao, he strode out of the Taiji Cave.

The sunlight outside was blinding. He looked around to make sure no one was there, then immediately summoned the God-Slaying Spear. The dark red spear hovered about a foot off the ground. He leaped up with Biyao in his arms, activated his spiritual power, and the God-Slaying Spear emitted a low hum. It transformed into an inconspicuous dark red streak of light, skimming along the mountain ridge and trees, and shot towards Tongtian Peak.

He flew very fast and very steadily, trying to avoid routes that might attract attention.

Biyao lay quietly in his arms, breathing evenly, her long eyelashes drooping, like a sleeping child. Jiang Xiaochuan glanced down at her, then quickly looked away, focusing on controlling his spear. The wind blew their hair, which became intertwined.

Tongtian Peak, Yuqing Hall.

Jiang Xiaochuan carried Biyao and landed on the square in front of the hall. The disciples on duty were stunned when they saw him and the unfamiliar girl in light green clothes who was unconscious in his arms.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you...?"

"I need to see the sect leader! It's urgent!" Jiang Xiaochuan didn't have time to explain and carried Biyao inside.

The disciples looked at each other, but seeing his solemn and anxious expression, they didn't dare to stop him. They just quickly went in to inform him.

Soon, Dao Xuan Zhenren's voice came from inside, tinged with a hint of doubt: "Let him in."

Jiang Xiaochuan carried Biyao and strode into the quiet room in the back hall. Daoxuan was sitting on a futon when he saw Jiang Xiaochuan carrying a girl in green and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Xiao Chuan, what's wrong with you..." Dao Xuan's gaze fell on Bi Yao's face, paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sect Leader Uncle," Jiang Xiaochuan gently placed Biyao on a chair next to him, letting her lean against the back of the chair.

Then, turning around, she bowed to Dao Xuan and spoke quickly but clearly: "This disciple has urgent news to report! This woman is Bi Yao, the daughter of Wan Renwang, the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect. She just secretly infiltrated Dazhu Peak, found this disciple, and attempted to incite this disciple to betray Qingyun and elope with her. From her words, this disciple learned that the four sects of the Demonic Cult—the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, and the Longevity Hall—seem to have secretly joined forces, intending to launch a major attack on Qingyun Mountain soon! This is no ordinary disturbance; it is likely a full-scale attack, aimed at… annihilating the Qingyun lineage!"

Dao Xuan's expression suddenly changed, his gaze sharp as lightning as he looked at the unconscious Bi Yao, then at Jiang Xiaochuan: "Is this true? How did you know?"

"In her haste, Biyao revealed that the Ghost King was very displeased with the fact that his disciples had been punished and confined. He said that Qingyun had 'enjoyed a hundred years of peace and comfort, but is now courting death.' Moreover, she was eager to leave with her disciples, and her words showed a great deal of contempt for the defenses of Qingyun Mountain, as if she was certain that the mountain gate would be breached."

Jiang Xiaochuan spoke quickly, half true and half false, but pointed out the key information: "This disciple suspects that the Ghost King's indulgence of his daughter on the mountain may also be an attempt to investigate the true strength of Qingyun and create confusion. Perhaps... Biyao herself may also be part of his plan, but she is unaware of it."

He paused, then added, "This disciple has already confiscated her personal magical artifacts."

As she spoke, she took out the Heartbreak Flower and the Albizia Bell and placed them aside.

Dao Xuan looked at the two Demonic Sect treasures, then at the unconscious Bi Yao, his face ashen. He remained silent, his fingers unconsciously twisting the cuff of his Daoist robe, clearly pondering the credibility of Jiang Xiaochuan's words and their potential consequences.

Just then, Biyao, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly made a "hmm" sound, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were initially confused, but then focused, and she saw Jiang Xiaochuan standing in front of her and Dao Xuan Zhenren above her.

She paused for a moment, and her memories returned instantly.

cheated.

This realization was like an ice pick, piercing her heart. She looked at him standing before Dao Xuan, his expression one of obedience and submission, and then at the unfamiliar, solemn, and dignified quiet room, and she understood everything.

Anger, resentment, the shame of being deceived, and a deeper, heartbreaking despair instantly overwhelmed her reason. She abruptly stood up from her chair, her legs still weak from just waking up, and swayed slightly, but she didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan, her chest heaving violently, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling as she screamed:

"Jiang Xiaochuan, you...you bastard, liar, shameless scoundrel! You actually...you actually lied to me again, knocked me unconscious, and brought me here! Bah! You righteous people are all hypocrites, fake benevolence and righteousness, spouting morality and righteousness while doing despicable things behind my back. Disgusting! Bah!"

She was cursing fiercely and urgently, but tears welled up uncontrollably, smearing her face.

She wanted to rush over and hit him, but her body was weak and her mind was buzzing. She could only stand there, glaring at him with all her might, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face darkened after being scolded, but he didn't retaliate. He just frowned at her and hissed, "Shut up, Biyao! Don't be so rude in front of our sect leader!"

"Rude? What's the point of talking about manners with you!" Biyao was even angrier, her voice cracking. "If you have the guts, kill me now! Otherwise, when my father comes up here, he'll raze your Qingyun Mountain to the ground! He'll wipe out all of you hypocrites..."

"Enough!" Jiang Xiaochuan saw that she was getting more and more outrageous, and was afraid that she would anger Dao Xuan, and also afraid that she would say more things she shouldn't have.

He looked around and saw several rolls of blank Xuan paper on the table next to him, along with a clean, soft cloth for paperweights.

He strode forward, grabbed a piece of soft cloth, crumpled it into a ball, and then casually pulled out a sturdy thin rope left over from tying things up in his waist (which was actually his storage space). He then turned and walked towards Biyao.

"What...what do you want to do?!" When Biyao saw him coming over with the rope and the bundle of cloth, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. She tried to back away, but there was a chair behind her, and she had nowhere to retreat.

Jiang Xiaochuan moved extremely quickly, grabbing both of her wrists together with one hand and skillfully wrapping the rope around them several times with the other, thus binding them.

Biyao struggled fiercely, but she had just woken up and was weak. Being a woman, she was no match for Jiang Xiaochuan. After tying her hands, Jiang Xiaochuan picked up the soft cloth, pried open her chin, and ignoring her sobs and angry glares, stuffed it directly into her mouth, suffocating her completely.

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!!" Biyao could only make indistinct sounds, her eyes widening even further, filled with tears of anger, humiliation, and disbelief.

Her hands were tied, her mouth gagged, and she stood there like a real prisoner, able to express her hatred only through her eyes.

The world is finally quiet.

Dao Xuan Zhenren watched quietly from beginning to end without interfering. Only after Jiang Xiaochuan finished doing all this and stepped aside did he sigh softly. His gaze fell on the rope on Biyao's body and the gag in her mouth, then moved to Jiang Xiaochuan's face, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice calm: "Xiao Chuan, untie her first. Treating a woman like this is not the way of the righteous path."

Jiang Xiaochuan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Biyao, who was still glaring at him angrily, and said in a low voice, "Sect Leader Uncle, this... isn't a good idea? After all, she is the daughter of the Demon King of the Demonic Sect. What if she starts making a fuss and causing trouble if we loosen the reins?"

Dao Xuan waved his hand, his tone carrying a peculiar, almost tolerant firmness: "After all... she is still young, and she did not directly harm any of my Qingyun disciples. My Qingyun Sect is a model of righteousness in the world, and we should act with integrity and uprightness. How can we imitate the Demonic Sect and resort to such crude binding and gagging? Untie her."

Seeing that Dao Xuan's attitude was clear, Jiang Xiaochuan had no choice but to reply, "Well... alright then."

He stepped forward and carefully removed the gag from Biyao's mouth. As soon as the gag was removed, Biyao immediately spat out a few times, took a few deep breaths, and continued to glare at him, but she didn't shout or curse anymore. Perhaps the experience of being gagged earlier had left her with lingering fear, or perhaps Daoxuan's presence made her somewhat more cautious.

Jiang Xiaochuan untied the rope on her wrists again. As soon as the rope loosened, Biyao immediately moved her wrists, which were marked with red welts from being tied, and glared at Jiang Xiaochuan fiercely. But she didn't dare to be presumptuous again. She just snorted heavily through her nose, turned her head away, and refused to look at them. Her chest was still rising and falling slightly with anger.

Dao Xuan Zhenren pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping between Jiang Xiaochuan and Biyao, before slowly saying, "Alright, I roughly understand the matter. Miss Biyao..."

He paused, looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, and asked in a questioning tone, "What do you plan to do?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan scratched his head, looked at the sulking Biyao beside him, then at Daoxuan, and tentatively asked, "Sect Leader Uncle, do you think... we could use her... to negotiate with the Ghost King, for example, to get him to withdraw his troops, or at least... to avoid harming him?"

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren chuckled and shook his head: "Xiao Chuan, our Qingyun Sect has been established for a thousand years, relying on righteous cultivation, righteous spirit, the protection of our ancestors, and the concerted efforts of our disciples. How can we imitate the Demonic Sect and resort to such despicable methods as kidnapping, threatening, and coercing? This is not the way of the righteous path, nor is it a good strategy to repel the enemy. It is inappropriate, inappropriate."

Biyao, listening from the side, rolled her eyes, then couldn't help turning back and scoffing, "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for! You're just a hypocrite!"

Dao Xuan pretended not to hear and kept his gaze fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled awkwardly. He knew that Dao Xuan was speaking from the heart, and that it was also the Qingyun Sect's long-standing code of conduct, at least on the surface.

"Well... I don't know what to do either, but letting her go back... isn't that a good idea? What if she goes back and reports back, or the Ghost King thinks we've detained her, which would only escalate the conflict further..."

Dao Xuan Zhenren gave Jiang Xiaochuan a meaningful look, his gaze profound, as if he saw through many things. He slowly said, "Since you brought her here, you can decide how to handle this matter yourself. However..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying a barely perceptible, almost mocking undertone, "As for Junior Nephew Lu of Little Bamboo Peak... how are you going to explain this?"

Upon hearing the words "Nephew Lu," Jiang Xiaochuan froze, his expression instantly crumbling, turning into one of utter despair and impending doom.

He could almost see Lu Xueqi walking towards him, Tianya sword in hand, her face masked in frost, her eyes cold. He let out meaningless, painful groans: "Ugh... um... ugh... my head hurts! Master Uncle, please don't bring this up... this disciple... this disciple just thinking about it..."

He scratched his head and looked distressed. All the decisiveness he had shown when reporting military intelligence and gagging people was gone, leaving only the embarrassed state of a young man fearful of love.

Hearing the name "Nephew Lu" and seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's sudden cowardice, Biyao's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again. She was so angry that her face turned white, she stomped her foot hard, turned her face away, and gritted her teeth.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's frantic state, Dao Xuan Zhenren actually showed a very faint, fleeting smile that was almost like "take care of yourself".

He waved his hand, ceasing his teasing, and resumed his sect leader's dignified demeanor: "Alright, step back. I will immediately summon the heads and elders of each branch to discuss countermeasures. You... take good care of Miss Biyao, and do not resort to violence again, but also keep a close watch on her to prevent her from causing any more trouble, or... escaping."

"Yes, disciple understands." Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly bowed. Then, he looked at Biyao, who was still sulking, with a bit of a headache.

He walked over and whispered, "Let's go, Miss Biyao. Stop glaring at me, your eyes are about to pop out."

Biyao glared at him fiercely, then glanced at Daoxuan above who was expressionless, knowing that a head-on confrontation would only lead to trouble.

She bit her lip, and although she was extremely unwilling, she still took a step and followed Jiang Xiaochuan outside, her steps heavy, as if she wanted to wear through the floor.

The two of them, one after the other, had just left the quiet room and walked to the corridor outside.

Before I could figure out where to put this troublesome person, suddenly, a sharp and urgent whistling sound came from the distant horizon!

Immediately afterward, a disciple on duty rushed from the direction of the square in front of the Jade Purity Hall, his face filled with panic. Before he even reached the person, he shouted hoarsely:

"Report, Sect Leader! Urgent report from the patrol below the mountain! A large number of demonic cult members have suddenly appeared and are attacking our Qingyun Mountain gate from several directions. They are numerous, their magical weapons are scattered, and their killing intent is overwhelming. People from the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, the Longevity Hall... they've all arrived!"

The disciple's voice, distorted with terror, echoed across the empty mountaintop corridor, piercing the eardrums.

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped abruptly, his whole body stiffening.

Biyao was also stunned, stopped in her tracks, and looked down the mountain in astonishment.

Although the mountain gate cannot be seen from here, one can almost feel the chaotic and violent aura of death emanating from the foot of the mountain.

It's really here...

So fast.

Dao Xuan's order had just been issued, and the chief elders had not yet been summoned, yet the Demonic Sect... had already attacked the mountain.

It happened suddenly in broad daylight.

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly turned his head and looked at Biyao beside him.

Biyao was also looking at him, her face still angry, but now filled with astonishment and a hint of confusion.

Eyes facing each other.

The mountain rain has arrived.