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Holding the soft little body in her arms, Xiao Bai smelled the faint scent of milk and peaches on the child, her gaze drifting into the distance, passing through layers of bamboo forest, as if she could see the distant and dangerous Western Dead Swamp.

He'll be alright, Lu Xueqi is here for him.

She recalled the look in Lu Xueqi's eyes before she left—calm, yet filled with unwavering certainty: "I will bring him back."

That woman valued Jiang Xiaochuan more than her own life.

No, perhaps it should be said that Jiang Xiaochuan was her life, from the moment she insisted on marrying him... Lu Xueqi, who was as aloof as the moon and as stubborn as a sword, had already tied everything she had to Jiang Xiaochuan.

She loved him to the point of obsession, to the point of never leaving his side, to the point of being willing to be at odds with the whole world.

This kind of love is heavy, domineering, and suffocating, yet Jiang Xiaochuan seems to... find it sweet.

Xiao Bai lowered her eyes and looked at Yue Yao in her arms, whose features resembled Jiang Xiaochuan's. In the empty silence in her heart, a very faint bitterness rose, which even she herself did not want to delve into.

She was just his godmother, his "older sister," someone who could help take care of the children and occasionally tease him, but was always a "stranger" with a distance between them.

That's alright, she vaguely thought. At least she could still watch over him and his child, peaceful and happy in this sunny little bamboo peak.

"Godmother?" Yunzhou's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

"Um?"

"Does Mother love Father the most?" Yunzhou asked, her little face filled with the pure curiosity of a child. "Even more than she loves me and my sister?"

Xiao Bai paused for a moment, looking at Yun Zhou's serious expression, and suddenly smiled. There was a complicated meaning in that smile, but her voice was very gentle.

"Yes," she said softly, fanning the two children with a palm-leaf fan. "Your mother loves your father the most, so much so that... she probably couldn't live without him."

Therefore, she will definitely bring him back, no matter the cost.

Yunzhou nodded as if she understood, then lowered her head to continue playing with her grass spikes. Yueyao had already yawned slightly in her arms, her eyelids starting to droop.

Xiao Bai stopped talking, just gently waving her fan, watching the two children, listening to the wind rustling through the bamboo forest, and waiting for the traveler to return home.

The sunlight fell quietly, casting long shadows under the eaves.

Almost at the same time that Biyao stopped and left, the battle in another direction of the Dead Swamp was also nearing its end.

This was a relatively open swamp, but now it was a complete mess.

The strange tree, which would take several people to encircle, was cut in half, charred black and emitting wisps of smoke. The ground was pitted and riddled with puddles of foul-smelling poisonous water. Countless bizarrely shaped and brightly colored dead poisonous insects were scattered everywhere, some still twitching slightly, oozing a thick, yellowish-green sap. The air was thick with a pungent stench, a burnt smell, and a strange, sweet fragrance, all mixed together to make one want to vomit.

Faxiang sat cross-legged on a slightly dry stone, his face pale. His monk's robe was torn at the cuffs, and there were several small scratches on his exposed forearms, which had an eerie bluish-black hue, but they were enveloped by his pure Buddhist power and did not spread.

He clasped his hands together, chanting Buddhist mantras softly, and a faint golden Buddhist light flowed around him, dispelling the poisonous miasma that was trying to regroup.

Fashan, leaning on his Buddhist Vajra Staff, stood about ten feet in front of him, panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, and his monk's robe riddled with holes from the venom. Yet, he remained as steady as a mountain, his eyes wide with fury as he warily surveyed his surroundings.

Tian Ling'er was pale and leaned against another broken tree. Amber and crimson silk surrounded her, making the light slightly dim. Her chest heaved rapidly, and her hand holding the magic weapon trembled slightly. It wasn't fear, but exhaustion and... nausea.

Those poisonous insects that suddenly emerged from the mud, tree trunks, and even the air were all kinds of creatures, with many legs and long hairs, spewing venom and mist. It was truly terrifying. If it weren't for the Buddha's light shining everywhere, which has the effect of restraining poison and filth, and Yan Hong's Incense Valley Kung Fu, which also has a certain resistance to poisons, they would probably really suffer a loss.

Yan Hong was in slightly better condition, but her hair was still a little disheveled and her breathing was a little rapid. She held a stone in her hand, which emitted a gentle heat to dispel the remaining poisonous gas that tried to approach. She looked at the empty swamp in front of her with her brows furrowed.

Not far ahead of them, the swamp churned, and a pale-faced, sinister-looking young man shrouded in a faint black mist was slowly sinking into the swamp.

A trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth as he swept his venomous gaze over Faxiang and the others, his eyes lingering for a moment on Tian Ling'er and Yan Hong's faces before letting out a strange, hoarse laugh.

"The little bald monk from Tianyin Temple, the little wench from Fenxiang Valley, and the little beauty from Qingyun Sect... You're lucky today. This Dead Swamp is my territory. We... will meet again someday."

After saying that, he sank completely into the filthy muddy water and disappeared, leaving only a few bubbling bubbles behind.

It was none other than Qin Wuyan, the Poison Prince, the most outstanding young talent of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

"Amitabha." Faxiang slowly opened his eyes, the golden light in them faded, and he uttered a Buddhist chant in a low voice, looking in the direction where Qin Wuyan had disappeared, his expression solemn.

"This person's poison skills are bizarre, and his insect control techniques are even more difficult to defend against. If it weren't for the favorable environment here, we might have been able to capture him if we joined forces. Now that he has escaped, the consequences will be dire."

"Hmph, cowardly rat hiding its head and tail!" Fashan spat and slammed his Vajra Staff hard on the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Yan Hong accepted the Azure Spirit Stone, walked to Tian Ling'er's side, and handed her a small jade bottle: "Junior Sister Tian, ​​this is our sect's Clear Spirit Pill, which can cure common poisons and stabilize the mind. Please take it first."

Tian Ling'er thanked him, took the medicine, and felt a cool sensation spread through her body, which greatly reduced the stuffiness and nausea in her chest.

Looking at the mess and the dead poisonous insects on the ground, she was still shaken. This Qin Wuyan was even more difficult to deal with than the rumors said. If it weren't for their numbers and their individual strengths, they probably would have fallen into his trap.

"I wonder how Xiao Chuan, Senior Brother Xiao, and Senior Sister Lu are doing." Tian Ling'er looked into the misty depths, her brows furrowed with worry. The strange miasma storm that had just struck had scattered everyone.

Just then.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Without warning, the world suddenly trembled!

It was as if a deep, muffled, deafening roar came from the very depths of the earth!

Immediately afterwards, an indescribably brilliant and magnificent golden beam of light burst forth from the deepest part of the Dead Swamp, behind the thick, dark green mist, and shot straight into the sky!

The golden light was so intense, it was almost tangible, that it instantly tore through the thick gray fog and clouds, illuminating the dead swamp for dozens of miles around with a golden glow!

An indescribable surge of spiritual energy, a mixture of ancient, majestic, and boundless power, along with a certain primal aura, swept out like a tsunami!

A sudden gust of wind arose, sending sand and stones flying. Countless poisonous insects and monsters dwelling in the Dead Swamp let out terrified screams and fled in all directions.

Almost simultaneously, throughout the Dead Swamp, all the cultivators still active, whether righteous or demonic, whether independent or independent, were all drawn to this earth-shattering phenomenon and stared in horror at the source of the golden light.