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Biyao's smile froze for a moment, then her eyes grew colder and more stubborn.

She took a step forward, almost touching Lu Xueqi, but her gaze pierced through Lu Xueqi, fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan's face. Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a desperate sharpness and grievance:

"And what about me? Jiang Xiaochuan, what am I then?! Tell me! What am I?!"

This question was like a stone thrown into still water, stirring up a thousand waves. Faxiang, Xiao Yicai and others looked astonished, Tian Ling'er was stunned, and even Jin Ping'er and You Ji frowned.

Jiang Xiaochuan was flustered by her question, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start when the words came out.

Before he could answer, Biyao seemed to be pouring out all the grievances, resentment, and anger that had been building up for ten years. She pointed at Jiang Xiaochuan, her voice trembling with excitement, yet exceptionally clear. Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing everyone present.

"Ten years ago! Beneath the Abyss of the Dead, in the Cave of Dripping Blood, in Changhe City! We traveled together, and you protected me when I was in danger. Why didn't you say you didn't know?! Why didn't you say you belonged to someone else back then?!"

"boom--!"

These words struck everyone like a thunderbolt! Apart from Lu Xueqi and You Ji, who already knew, everyone else—Fa Xiang, Xiao Yicai, Lin Jingyu, Yan Hong, and even Tian Ling'er—widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief and shock!

Traveling together all the way? He protecting her? This...this is too much information!

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank for a moment, his face flushed red instantly, then quickly turned deathly pale. He panicked, ignoring the injury on his back, and abruptly pulled away from Lu Xueqi's embrace, reaching out to cover Biyao's mouth. He was flustered and ashamed, stammering incoherently:

"No! Big sister! Biyao! You, you can't talk nonsense. Back then... how could the situation be the same? We just... we just looked after each other on the road! Nothing inappropriate happened!"

He tried to explain, but the more he explained, the more confused he became; to others, it sounded like he was trying to cover something up.

Biyao yanked the hand away from his mouth with such force that Jiang Xiaochuan staggered, aggravating his wound and causing him to gasp in pain. Biyao ignored him; she seemed to be caught in a kind of obsessive madness, her eyes flashing with a frightening light as she stared at Jiang Xiaochuan, asking, word by word, almost cruelly, yet with a chillingly humble tone:

"And now? Jiang Xiaochuan, can things still be like that? We're walking the same path, and I'm just following you... or, let me stay by your side..."

Her voice lowered, carrying a chilling tenderness and anticipation.

The entire room fell silent.

The wind rustled softly through the broken flower branches.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their expressions frozen into blankness.

My brain... seems to have stopped working. What is this demonic witch saying?

Just playing around? Having fun? Does she even know what she's saying?!

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely stunned. He stared at Biyao's face, which was so close to his, a face that was a mixture of madness, obsession, grievance, and a heart-wrenching sacrificial expression, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He couldn't understand, or rather, he didn't want to understand. He didn't comprehend why. Why was Biyao like this? Why, after ten years, had this feeling not only not faded, but instead become twisted and burned into this state?

The others seemed stunned by those words. Xiao Yicai's mouth gaped slightly, Lin Jingyu's hand gripping the Dragon-Slaying Sword bulged with veins, Faxiang lowered his eyes and chanted Buddhist mantras incessantly, Yan Hong turned her face away, her ears burning red, and Tian Ling'er was completely dumbfounded. Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

Jin Ping'er and You Ji were also startled. Jin Ping'er covered her mouth, and You Ji's face, hidden beneath her veil, drained of all color.

In this eerie, suffocating silence...

Biyao suddenly moved. As if she had made up her mind, her eyes hardened, and she leaned down sharply, kissing Jiang Xiaochuan's slightly parted lips before anyone could react!

"!!!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He felt a warm, soft touch on his lips, carrying Biyao's unique, cool fragrance, and a faint salty taste from her tears. He froze.

Standing a little further away, Xiao Yicai's pupils constricted sharply the moment he saw Biyao forcefully kissing Jiang Xiaochuan, and his hand gripping the immortal sword tightened involuntarily.

The scene before him eerily overlapped with a scene from the depths of his memory that had been almost forgotten.

Biyao hugged Jiang Xiaochuan's neck tightly and kissed him almost frantically. Tears slid down from her tightly closed eyes and mingled with their pressed lips. Jiang Xiaochuan stood frozen in place, his hand hanging helplessly in mid-air, neither pushing her away nor responding.

The exact same expression.

The desperate despair in Biyao's eyes was exactly the same as it had been on Liubo Mountain ten years ago.

This time, however, her kiss was deeper, longer, and more...desperate, as if it were not a kiss, but a farewell before death, a branding with the full force of her life.

Xiao Yicai suddenly understood.

This wasn't a sudden outburst of madness.

This was a ten-year-long obsession that collapsed completely the moment she saw the true form of that obsession. Biyao had waited for this moment for ten years, searched for it for ten years, and fantasized about their reunion countless times.

But the reality is that the person she's waiting for has already started a family, has a wife and children, and only feels guilty and wants to avoid her.

So when she kissed him in front of everyone, she wasn't asserting her ownership or provoking Lu Xueqi.

She was using this most extreme and despicable method to force Jiang Xiaochuan to remember her.

Remember this enchantress named Biyao, how madly she loved him, even though that love was destined to be unrequited, even though that love would make her despised by everyone, even though that love would destroy her.

"Foolish child..." Xiao Yicai sighed silently in his heart.

He suddenly felt a faint pity for this enchanting woman from the demonic sect, a pity that even he found absurd. It wasn't an approval of her actions, but rather a slight respect for her unwavering dedication, a kind of "ten years of drinking ice, yet her burning passion remains undiminished."

Love in this world can drive people to such madness.

It was at this moment that Xiao Yicai made a decision.

After returning to Qingyun, he will report to the sect leader what he saw in the Dead Swamp, the capture of Huang Niao, Lu Xueqi's acquisition of the treasure, and Jiang Xiaochuan's serious injury. However, he will selectively "forget" about Biyao's forced kiss on Jiang Xiaochuan and the events of ten years ago.

It wasn't about protecting the evil cult, but rather... Xiao Yicai looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was being tightly protected by Lu Xueqi, his pale face filled with helplessness and pain.

This junior brother has already had it tough enough; some wounds don't need to be reopened in public.

Some ill-fated relationships should be left to be sealed away in time.

Lu Xueqi's expression changed the moment Biyao leaned down.

The moment Biyao's lips touched Jiang Xiaochuan's, the string of "reason" in her mind snapped with a "bang".

Lu Xueqi's figure became a blur as she rushed over, grabbed Biyao's shoulder, and tore her off Jiang Xiaochuan with all her might!

Then, just as Biyao staggered backward and hadn't even regained her balance, Lu Xueqi raised her hand and slapped Biyao hard across the face with all her might!

“Pah!”

The crisp, loud slapping sound exploded in the silent sea of ​​flowers, particularly jarring.