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Jiang Xiaochuan's scalp tingled, and he quickly said, "No, absolutely not! In my heart, my wife will always be eighteen, beautiful as a flower! A beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky! A beauty that could shame the moon and put flowers to shame!"

Lu Xueqi snorted, rubbed her chin against the top of his head, loosened her grip a little, but didn't let go.

Taking the opportunity, Jiang Xiaochuan whispered in her ear, "Besides, my wife is so much prettier than that little girl. I only said a few words to her because of our past friendship, afraid that she might recklessly rush in and get herself killed."

Lu Xueqi didn't speak, but the oppressive atmosphere around her clearly dissipated. She took another bite of the candied hawthorn, chewing slowly, her eyes fixed on the depths of the swamp, her gaze calm and unreadable.

Jiang Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief and let her put her arm around him.

He knew she was aware of it; she was just... prone to throwing little tantrums and needing to be coaxed, and he was happy to do so.

Tian Ling'er stood there, watching Lu Xueqi put her arm around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, watching him tilt his head up and whisper in her ear, watching her eyes soften even though she still had a stern face.

She ate the candied hawthorn one bite at a time, with a few glistening sugar residues on the corners of her mouth. Jiang Xiaochuan raised his hand and naturally wiped them off with his fingertips.

Tian Ling'er turned her eyes away and stared at the puddle of murky water on the ground. The water reflected the gray sky and the withered yellow shadows of grass. As she looked at it, her eyes felt a little sore.

Xiao Yicai cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the entrance to the swamp and the various expressions on the faces of his junior brothers and sisters behind him, before he spoke, "Um...shouldn't we...?"

Lu Xueqi glanced at him.

Xiao Yicai choked on the second half of his sentence, coughed twice, touched his nose, and fell silent.

Lu Xueqi finished the remaining candied hawthorns in two bites, then casually tossed the bamboo skewer into a puddle some distance away.

She held Jiang Xiaochuan's hand tightly, and with a flick of her other hand, Tianya was drawn from its sheath with a clang, hovering in front of her.

"I'm gone."

Before she finished speaking, she put her arm around Jiang Xiaochuan and leaped onto the sword.

A brilliant azure sword light enveloped the two of them, transforming them into a streak of light that plunged straight into the hazy mist ahead. It truly was an "embrace," with Jiang Xiaochuan almost entirely embedded in her arms, his back pressed against her front, a tight fit.

Others: "..."

Zeng Shushu covered his face with a fan, his shoulders shrugging.

Lin Jingyu remained expressionless.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the vanished sword light, then at Tian Ling'er, whose face had turned pale, and sighed silently.

Song Daren scratched his head and looked at Wen Min, who was also looking at Tian Ling'er with a slight frown.

Xiao Yicai watched the sword light disappear, coughed twice, then turned to the crowd and said seriously:

"A few days ago, we received messages from Brother Li Xun of Fenxiang Valley and Brother Faxiang of Tianyin Temple. They have already entered the Dead Swamp. We should not delay and should set off immediately to join them. Fellow disciples, the Dead Swamp is dangerous, so please stay close and look after each other!"

Everyone responded in unison, each summoning their magical treasures. In an instant, various colored lights shone forth, rushing into the gray, mist-shrouded swamp.

……

Tianya flew steadily, traversing the hazy, damp mist. A faint, soft light enveloped the sword, keeping away the foul miasma and moisture that tried to invade.

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against Lu Xueqi's chest, his back clearly feeling her steady heartbeat and warm body temperature. He remained silent for a moment, watching the monotonous scenery rushing past below, then suddenly spoke, his voice soft and carried on the wind:

"Xiao Huan just said... Bi Yao is here too."

Behind him, Lu Xueqi's body seemed to stiffen almost imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, then he heard her calm, unwavering voice come from above, containing only one word:

"Um."

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent again.

After a long pause, he seemed to have made a great decision, his voice becoming softer and more tentative: "If... I mean, if we met her inside... would you kill her?"

This time, Lu Xueqi's answer was without hesitation, decisive, and as cold as ice:

"meeting."

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking it.

He knew about Biyao's obsession; it had lasted for ten years.

Encounters and conflicts are almost inevitable. On one side is his wife, with whom he has been married, has children, and has given him everything; on the other side is his old acquaintance, with whom he has shared life and death, who is devoted to him and owes him a great deal. He is caught in the middle. What can he do?

He felt the arms around him tighten even more, so tight that he could hardly breathe.

Lu Xueqi gently rested her chin on the top of his head and rubbed it against him. She didn't say anything more, but this action spoke louder than words.

The heavy feeling of unease in Jiang Xiaochuan's heart was strangely dissipated by her touch. He sighed, as if talking to himself, yet also as if saying to her, "Could you... not kill me?"

"No." Lu Xueqi's answer was still crisp, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent again.

Lu Xueqi seemed to sense his low spirits. She loosened her grip on his waist, moved her hand up, and pinched his cheek. The cheek felt delicate and soft, and was warm to the touch.

She pinched it once, then pinched it again, as if she found it very interesting.

She just felt he was so cute. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and she pulled him closer to her, almost as if she wanted to embed him into her body.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little ticklish from her pinching, and subconsciously rubbed against her, his cheek brushing against the softness of her chest, which was warm and comforting.

In her mind, Hong Li's voice rang out like someone watching a show, with undisguised mockery: "Tsk tsk tsk, this stickiness, this obedient look... Oh dear, I can't bear to look, I can't bear to look."

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed, and he retorted inwardly, "None of your business!"

Hongli giggled and stopped talking.

Deep within her consciousness, in a more distant and quieter place, Linglong quietly "watched" the two people embracing outside.

Are you envious? Jealous? Perhaps.

But more than anything, there was a lingering, dull ache of resignation, and a secret longing for that "possession" that she herself was unwilling to delve into.

……

The Dead Swamp was indeed extremely dangerous. The gray mist seemed to be alive, flowing slowly among the low aquatic plants and mud, severely obstructing visibility.

Various strange and poisonous insects emerged from the mud, grass, and crevices of dead wood from time to time. Some were brightly colored and looked extremely poisonous, while others were silent and had fangs that smelled fishy. Large mosquitoes buzzed and swarmed, but before they could get within three feet of the Qingyun group, they were shattered and forced back by the invisible protective spiritual energy or sword energy.

With Lu Xueqi by her side, those poisonous insects and gnats couldn't even get close. Even the large, mottled water pythons as thick as buckets lurking in the muddy swamps had their heads severed by a silent blue sword aura as soon as they surfaced, and their blood didn't even splatter far.

Almost all the time, Jiang Xiaochuan didn't even have to lift a finger; Lu Xueqi simply held him close, the azure halo of the Heavenly Jade enveloping them both and shielding them from most of the filth and danger.

He only needed to raise his hand occasionally to use the red glass to kill a few fast-moving poisonous bats or other small creatures that pounced from tricky angles.

He even had the leisure to observe his surroundings, and then whispered complaints to Lu Xueqi.

"This place is no place for a human to stay; it's damp, stuffy, and has a weird smell."

"Look at that water, it's pitch black, and who knows how many rotten bones are soaking at the bottom."

"That mosquito just now, good heavens, it was thicker than my finger! If I'd been bitten by one, my face would have swelled up like a pig's head!"

"Xueqi, how much longer do we have to fly? It's so foggy, we can't see anything, it's really creepy."

Lu Xueqi controlled the sword with one hand and held him with the other, mostly listening quietly and occasionally letting out a soft "hmm".

The curve of her lips was almost invisible in the dim light and mist.

But as Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against her, he could feel the slight vibration of her chest and smell her clean, crisp scent, which was out of place with the surrounding environment, making him feel at ease.

He talked on and on, and she listened quietly, her eyes fixed ahead, but she kept the person in her arms tightly protected.