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After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered.

The Ink Snow Sword! He hadn't returned the Ink Snow Immortal Sword to his master's wife yet! He was so caught up in his shock and embarrassment that he tried to turn back, but Lu Xueqi gripped his wrist tightly.

"Sword... Ink Snow..." he tried to remind him.

"We'll talk about it later." Lu Xueqi didn't turn around and pulled him away quickly.

"No, Lu Xueqi, are you serious?" Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but ask again as she dragged him along at a brisk pace.

Lu Xueqi did not answer, but instead raised her sword and headed towards Xiaozhu Peak.

Xiaozhu Peak, Jingzhu Pavilion.

Master Shuiyue was meditating and regulating her breathing when she sensed Lu Xueqi's aura, which also carried another familiar aura that made her frown slightly. She opened her eyes.

Lu Xueqi pulled Jiang Xiaochuan in. Jiang Xiaochuan was still in shock from being "proposed to," his face blank and his eyes glazed over.

"Master," Lu Xueqi bowed.

Jiang Xiaochuan was jolted awake by Lu Xueqi's light tap on the shoulder. He hurriedly followed suit and bowed, his movements stiff: "Uncle-Master Shuiyue."

Shuiyue's gaze lingered for a moment on their clasped hands, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly as she looked at Jiang Xiaochuan: "You're back?"

"Yes..." Jiang Xiaochuan stammered.

Lu Xueqi spoke, still asking the same question, concisely: "Master, is he worthy of me?"

Shuiyue looked at her silently, then at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was lost in thought, and said nothing.

Jiang Xiaochuan was still muttering to himself, his voice extremely low, filled with self-doubt: "Am I really... worthy?"

Shuiyue frowned again. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, her voice rising slightly, carrying its usual coldness and scrutiny: "What is your current cultivation level?"

Jiang Xiaochuan subconsciously replied, "Reporting to Senior Uncle, the ninth level of the Jade Purity Realm."

A hint of surprise flashed in Shuiyue's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. The ninth level of Jade Purity, only one step away from Upper Purity—this cultivation speed was truly astonishing. She continued, "A magic weapon?"

Jiang Xiaochuan answered blankly, "Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, Ink Snow Immortal Sword, and... a peculiar gun."

Shuiyue nodded slightly.

She asked again, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Jiang Xiaochuan's heart: "Are you willing to give everything for Xueqi? Even your life?"

Jiang Xiaochuan answered almost without hesitation, "I'm willing." He was even a little surprised after saying that.

Shuiyue looked at his dazed expression, then glanced at her disciple beside her, whose gaze was firm and unwavering. A very subtle smile curved her lips upward.

She spoke slowly, her voice still devoid of warmth: "So, ask yourself, are you worthy?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind was still reeling from the "marriage proposal" and the series of questions. Following Shuiyue's question, he subconsciously nodded and murmured, "She's worthy of me..."

After saying that, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Wait! What did he just say? He's worthy of her? He's worthy of Lu Xueqi? He said "worthy of her" in front of Master Shuiyue? Is he crazy?

Shuiyue's smile deepened slightly, though it quickly returned to its straight shape. She looked at Lu Xueqi and nodded, indicating that it was alright.

Lu Xueqi's face remained expressionless, but her eyes visibly brightened. She said to Shuiyue, "Master, next month, I will go to Dazhu Peak to propose marriage."

Shuiyue imagined Tian Buyi's possible expression when he heard the news, and the corners of her mouth once again couldn't help but turn up slightly.

She waved her hand, her tone indifferent: "I understand. I will discuss this matter with your Martial Aunt Su Ru. You may leave now."

"Yes, Master." Lu Xueqi pulled Jiang Xiaochuan, who was still in a petrified state, out of Jingzhu Pavilion.

Walking along the quiet mountain path of Xiaozhufeng, the bamboo leaves rustled.

A gust of mountain wind finally brought Jiang Xiaochuan back to his senses from the series of blows. He suddenly shook his hand, this time with all his might, and actually managed to break free from Lu Xueqi's grasp.

He took two steps back, looking at her, his chest heaving: "Lu Xueqi, what exactly do you want! I told you I haven't agreed yet, this is... this is forcing you to do something!"

Lu Xueqi looked at him quietly, not in a hurry to grab him, but simply asked, "So what do you want to do? Go back to Dazhu Peak, and then what? Go find that Xiaobai, or go to the Ghost King Sect to find Biyao?"

"No, neither," Jiang Xiaochuan said irritably, scratching his hair. "I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone right now!"

"Then why don't you want to be with me?"

Lu Xueqi took a step closer, and Jiang Xiaochuan subconsciously stepped back, his back bumping against a thick bamboo.

"Xiaozhu Peak is very quiet. From now on, this will be your home too."

"That's not my home," Jiang Xiaochuan raised his voice. "My home is in Dazhu Peak, and besides, I haven't agreed to your...your..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the words "marriage proposal," and his face turned red again.

Lu Xueqi's face instantly darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to cool down several degrees.

"You don't want to?" She stared at him, her eyes sharp. "Because of whom? Xiaobai? Biyao? Or someone else?"

"There's no one else!" Jiang Xiaochuan was getting annoyed by her.

"I just... I just feel like you don't understand me at all, Lu Xueqi. The me you see is just the me you imagine. I'm not a good person. I have many secrets, many things you can't even imagine..."

"Don't I know you?" Lu Xueqi interrupted him, then suddenly smiled. The smile was devoid of warmth, yet it carried a strange certainty.

"Jiang Xiaochuan, we've known each other since we were eight years old, almost eighteen years now."

I remember the first time you came to Xiaozhu Peak, you hid behind Uncle Tian and peeked out to watch us practice swordsmanship.

On the Rainbow Bridge, you grinned and said to me, "Let's fight again in six years," which made me so angry I wanted to punch you. I remember that.

I remember you, soaked to the bone, stammering as you told me about "clouds fighting" on a stormy night.

I remember the three years you avoided me.

I remember the way you resisted the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique during the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, lying on the ground charred black, and even winking at me.

Kongsang Mountain, the Abyss of the Dead, the Dripping Blood Cave, Liubo Mountain, Tongtian Peak... Every time you were injured, every time you smiled at me, every time you angered me, every time you protected me...

With each sentence she spoke, she took a step forward, and Jiang Xiaochuan shrank back a little, until his back was pressed tightly against the bamboo, with nowhere left to retreat.

Lu Xueqi stopped in front of him, their breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, she said, word by word, "Jiang Xiaochuan, in these eighteen years, I haven't forgotten a single day. Tell me, don't I understand you?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned by the light in her eyes.

The light was too bright, too heavy, carrying too much he dared not look closely at. He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, his voice lowered, tinged with helplessness: "What if... what if one day you discover that this world, the me you see, even yourself, might all be fake?"