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Jiang Xiaochuan landed hard on the bluestone slab, and Xiaobai, because she reached out to pull him, was pulled by the force of his fall and also lost her balance, falling down and landing squarely on top of him.

A pale figure was shrouded in black clothing.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then, Jiang Xiaochuan felt his lips touch something.

It was soft and supple, with a very faint, pleasant sweet scent. It wasn't on my face or neck, it was...

His gaze shifted downwards.

At this moment, his mouth was perfectly positioned, the fabric of his clothes slightly slippery and cool.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank with a "boom," as if countless thunderbolts had exploded simultaneously, leaving him terrified and his seven orifices filled with smoke.

He suddenly released his mouth, then his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Before losing consciousness, the last thought was:

It's over, it's really over. Lu Xueqi will kill me if she finds out. No, not even Lu Xueqi, that old fox who's thousands of years old would tear me apart right now...

……

The world returned to darkness and silence, with only the faint sound of wind in the distance and another equally disordered breath nearby.

Xiao Bai was still pressed against him, motionless. She looked down at her chest, at the moon-white lapel, near her heart, where there was a small, slightly dark-colored stain that was wet with saliva.

At the center of the mark, through the fabric, one could feel the slight sensation of teeth colliding just moments before.

She looked up again at the boy beneath her, his eyes tightly closed, his face pale, and his serene expression that seemed to say, "I'm dead, burn paper money if you need anything."

She was silent.

For a long, long time.

A night breeze blew by, ruffling her long, loose hair, the ends brushing against Jiang Xiaochuan's cool cheek.

Slowly, extremely slowly, she propped herself up on her arms and sat down to the side. Her moon-white dress was a little disheveled, but she didn't straighten it. She just hugged her knees, looking at the ominous, reddish-yellow cloud on the distant horizon, and then at the boy lying like a corpse beside her.

His face was expressionless.

Only the tips of her ears, in the dim, yellowish light of the day, slowly, slowly, developed a very faint, almost invisible pink hue.

……

Incense Valley, a secluded little courtyard.

Shangguan Ce suddenly sat up from the couch, his temples throbbing with veins. He raised his hand to cover his head, his fingers touching a hard, cold, sticky substance—blood, already half-congealed.

Memories are like shattered glass, chaotically piercing into the mind.

Xuanhuo Altar...

The earth shook and mountains trembled...

Blinding white light...

That blurry figure that suddenly appeared...

And then there was the heavy, precise blow to the back of the head.

It wasn't a magic weapon, nor was it any profound Taoist technique. That feeling…

Hard, heavy, and angular.

Like...

Brick?

A sudden glint of light flashed in Shangguan Ce's cloudy old eyes, which was then replaced by overwhelming rage.

He let out a low growl and slammed his hand on the low table beside him. With a "crack," the hard ebony table shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Who...who is it?!" His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

Not only did someone infiltrate the forbidden area and knock him unconscious, but more importantly...

The seal beneath the Xuanhuo Altar is empty!

The demon that had been suppressed for three hundred years has vanished!

He suppressed his dizziness and rage, and carefully recalled the events.

The only way to open the Mystic Fire Chains is through a secret technique passed down in the Incense Burning Valley, or...

The Mysterious Fire Mirror itself!

The secret technique could never be leaked. There are no more than three people in the valley who know this technique, and that can only be... Xuanhuojian!

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, weaving into a vast web of intrigue and the unknown. His head throbbed with pain, yet he had to force himself to calm down.

We must find that fox demon! We must retrieve the Mystic Fire Mirror! And that thief who attacked him! We must dig three feet into the ground and drag him out!

He struggled to his feet, staggered to the door, and pushed it open.

Outside the door, the sky was overcast, and the reddish-yellow clouds on the distant horizon still hung eerily, like an indelible stain.

The atmosphere in the valley was somber. Disciples hurried back and forth, their faces showing solemnity and exhaustion. The search had been going on for several days without any results. The fox demon and the thief seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Shangguan Ce stared at the gloomy sky, his chest heaving violently, his eyes almost overflowing with murderous intent.

No matter who you are, no matter where you run to...

I, Shangguan Ce, will tear you to pieces!

……

One day later, five hundred miles outside Incense Valley, there is an unnamed spring.

This is a hidden spring deep in the valley. The spring water seeps out from the cracks in the rocks, forming a small pool. It is crystal clear, and you can see the smooth pebbles at the bottom. The spring water is alive and is slightly steaming. It is a hot spring. Some fallen leaves float on the surface of the water, softened by the steam.

There is an old tree by the spring, which has lived for countless years. Its trunk is so thick that it takes two people to hug it, and its canopy is like a canopy, casting a large patch of dense shade.

The tree roots are gnarled and twisted, half buried in the soil and half exposed, constantly moistened by spring water and covered with slippery moss.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the tree root.

He was still unconscious, covered with a black outer robe, which was his. His complexion was a little better than that day, but still very pale. His lips were very pale, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. His breathing was very light and even, as if he was fast asleep.

There was someone in the spring not far from him.

It's a newbie.

She stood in waist-deep spring water, her back to the shore, her long, black hair soaked through, clinging to her bare back, the ends floating on the surface like scattered water plants.

The clear spring water reflected her slender waist and the rounded curves that were barely visible underwater.

The rising steam blurred her figure, leaving only a hazy, beautiful silhouette.

She scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her shoulders. The water droplets rolled down her smooth skin, gleaming with a delicate, pearly luster in the dim sunlight.

She washed very slowly and carefully, as if she wanted to wash away the scorching heat and icy coldness and the corrosive smell of chains that had been etched into her bones by the Xuanhuo Altar for three hundred years.

Occasionally, she would turn her head to look at the unconscious figure under the tree on the shore, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before shifting back to the water.

Her face was reflected in the water: charming eyebrows, a pert nose, and soft lips. She stared at her reflection for a long time, then stretched out her finger and gently touched the surface of the water.

Ripples spread out, and the reflection shattered.

She scooped up a handful of water and vigorously rubbed her face, as if trying to wash away all her emotions along with it.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound came from the shore.

It was a groan, very low, with a hoarse and dazed tone, like someone just waking up.

Xiao Bai paused, not turning around, still facing away from the shore, only her ears twitched slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan woke up.

His eyelids felt heavy, as if filled with lead. He struggled to open them a crack, and what came into view was a dim, yellowish sky fragmented by the tree canopy.

His mind was still a blur, like it was filled with paste. He blinked, trying to recall what had happened.

Memories, like sand on a beach after the tide has receded, are gradually revealed. Xiao Bai applying medicine… bickering… his sharp tongue… Xiao Bai lunging at him… he falling down… and then…

then……

Then I fainted?

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes widened suddenly!

How can you be so spineless?!

All sleepiness and confusion were instantly blasted away!

He sat up abruptly, the black robe covering him slipping off to reveal his body, which was only dressed in a thin undergarment. A chill swept over him, but he was completely unaware. His face flushed red, then turned pale, finally settling on a mixture of ashamed indignation and a desire to disappear on the spot.

He...he...he seems to have...bitten...

No, no, no, it was through the clothes, through the clothes! It doesn't count! Yes, it doesn't count!

He tried desperately to convince himself otherwise, but that instantaneous touch—soft, elastic, transmitted through the thin fabric—was indelibly and clearly imprinted in his memory, impossible to erase.

He turned his head stiffly and extremely slowly, looking towards the spring.

In the misty steam, a beautiful, hazy, naked figure was facing him from behind.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her skin as white as snow, her waist slender, and the part of her body submerged in the water revealed a breathtaking curve...

Jiang Xiaochuan gasped, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank again.

He suddenly turned his head so fast he almost broke his neck, and his heart seemed to be pounding wildly in his chest.

Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper!

He frantically chanted scriptures in his mind, frantically trying to retrieve the slipped black robe, intending to wrap himself up or simply cover his head. But the more flustered he became, the less his hands obeyed his commands. Somehow, the ribbons of the black robe got tangled in the tree roots, and he couldn't budge them no matter how hard he tried.

Just then, a soft "splashing" sound came from the spring.

It's the sound of water flowing out.