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Biyao's face was jerked to one side by the slap, and a clear red mark of five fingers instantly appeared on her fair cheek.

She swayed, steadied herself, and slowly turned back to look at Lu Xueqi. She didn't cry or get angry; instead, she curled the corners of her lips into a smile. That smile was tinged with blood, provocation, and a kind of almost self-destructive pleasure.

Lin Jingyu, Faxiang, and the others stared wide-eyed, their jaws dropping to the floor.

This...this...in front of someone's lawfully wedded wife, he forcibly kissed her husband and even got beaten up...this was simply the most outrageous and horrifying scene they had ever seen in their cultivation lives! Tian Ling'er was completely petrified, her soul leaving her body.

Jin Ping'er and You Ji also gasped. You Ji's figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of Bi Yao, protecting her behind her. Her gaze, hidden behind the black veil, coldly shot towards Lu Xueqi, and her spiritual power surged around her.

You Ji's voice trembled as she said, "Yao'er! You..."

Biyao touched her swollen cheek and smiled at Youji: "Aunt You, it's alright. I owe her this slap."

Lu Xueqi's hand gripping the sword bulged with veins, and she forced out a voice through clenched teeth: "You don't owe me anything, you owe him peace and quiet!"

Biyao's smile faded as she looked at Lu Xueqi: "Peace and quiet? Lu Xueqi, from the moment he saved me, he'll never have peace and quiet in this lifetime. I'm going to haunt him, he'll never leave me alone."

Lu Xueqi's chest heaved violently, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared intently at Biyao, who was being protected by Youji. Her other hand was already on the hilt of the Tianya sword, and the sword energy seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

A battle seems imminent.

Biyao gently pushed away Youji, who was blocking her way, and took a step forward to stand in front of Lu Xueqi. The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Biyao tilted her head slightly, leaned close to Lu Xueqi's ear, and whispered in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear:

"He's very radiant."

At that moment, all the blood in Lu Xueqi's body rushed to her head. Her fingers gripping the sword hilt made a soft "crack" sound from the force, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw trembling, staring into Biyao's eyes, which were so close to hers and filled with a wicked smile. Her eyes held an undisguised, overwhelming killing intent.

Seeing Lu Xueqi on the verge of exploding, Biyao's smile deepened and grew colder. Her gaze swept over Lu Xueqi's hand, which gripped the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles white. Her tone was light and airy, filled with endless mockery:

"What, you can't stand it already? If I were you, I would have slashed at you right now with my sword and killed this shameless demonic witch who seduced your husband, and that would be the end of it all."

Lu Xueqi's breath hitched. Slash at him? Kill Biyao? What about Jiang Xiaochuan…? What will happen to him? The way he looked at Biyao just now… and the medicine Biyao fed him…

Biyao looked at the intense struggle and pain in Lu Xueqi's eyes, and sneered, as if she was tired of the confrontation.

She took a step back, creating some distance, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Xiaochuan, who remained frozen in place as if he had lost his soul, then looking at Lu Xueqi, before casually waving to You Ji and Jin Ping'er behind her.

"I'm gone," she said, her voice returning to its usual cool tone, as if the person who had just been kissing so passionately, uttering such shocking words, and laughing defiantly after being slapped was not her.

Then, she turned around and took two steps toward Fox Hill.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and his gaze landed precisely on Jiang Xiaochuan's face, who had just barely regained his senses after the system crash. A cryptic, blood-stained smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called him, her voice soft but clear enough to reach his ears, "next time we meet, it won't be just... like this."

Jiang Xiaochuan was startled by her gaze and instinctively took a half step back, hiding behind Lu Xueqi.

Biyao's eyes dimmed as she watched his subconscious evasive movement, but her smile remained unchanged. She didn't say anything more, turned around, and this time she really left.

Her light green skirt brushed against the broken flower branches, her back straight, yet inexplicably exuding a sense of loneliness.

Youji and Jin Ping'er immediately followed. Before leaving, Jin Ping'er turned back and gave Jiang Xiaochuan a deep look. Her eyes were complex and hard to understand. There was inquiry, amusement, and something else that she herself did not realize.

Until the three figures completely disappeared into the depths of the misty fog, the flower sea remained deathly silent.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt as if all his strength had been drained. The wound on his back burned with pain, and his mind was a complete mess. Biyao's words, Biyao's kiss, Lu Xueqi's slap, everyone's gaze... everything made him feel lost and confused. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed.

A pair of strong arms steadily supported him from behind.

It was Lu Xueqi. She had turned around and was facing him at some point. Her face was expressionless, only cold and calm remained.

But Jiang Xiaochuan could see clearly that her usually clear and cold eyes were now filled with an unfathomable darkness, like the last surface of the sea before a storm, suppressing a power that could destroy everything.

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything. She just bent down, put her arms under Jiang Xiaochuan's knees and back, carefully avoiding the wound, and picked him up in her arms.

Jiang Xiaochuan exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously wrapped his arms around her neck. He was all too familiar with this position, but at this moment, the aura emanating from the person holding him made him feel an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity and...heart palpitations.

Lu Xueqi held him tightly, not even glancing at Faxiang, Xiao Yicai, and the others beside her, nor at Tian Ling'er who was staring blankly at them. With a light tap of her toes, the Tianya Sword flew to her feet automatically, its blue light shining brightly.

"Junior Sister Lu!" Xiao Yicai couldn't help but speak up.

Lu Xueqi didn't stop. Holding Jiang Xiaochuan, she took off on her sword. The azure sword light soared into the sky, heading resolutely towards Qingyun Mountain. Soon, she disappeared into the hazy horizon.

All that remained were the ruins of the flower field, a group of people looking at each other with different expressions, unable to recover for a long time.

As Tian Ling'er watched the blue light disappear on the horizon, tears welled up in her eyes again. She raised her hand and tried to wipe them away, but the more she wiped, the more tears streamed down her face.

She didn't know why she was crying—whether it was for Xiaochuan's injury, for that shocking scene just now, or for something else. She just felt a tightness in her chest, an emptiness that was also heavy.

Yan Hong walked to Tian Ling'er's side and whispered, "Junior Sister Tian, ​​don't cry. Senior Brother Jiang... will be alright."

Tian Ling'er wiped away her tears forcefully, her voice choked with sobs: "I'm not crying because he's injured... I'm crying... how did he get involved with so many people..."

Yan Hong was silent for a moment: "Sometimes, being too beautiful or too gentle is also a sin."

Tian Ling'er froze, looked at Yan Hong, and suddenly understood something: "Junior Sister Yan, you..."

Yan Hong turned her face away: "Let's go, it's time to go back."

Faxiang sighed deeply and whispered, "Amitabha, what a karmic entanglement, what a karmic entanglement..."

He turned to Xiao Yicai and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, this place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's leave quickly. Junior Brother Jiang is being taken care of by Senior Sister Lu, so he should be fine. But what happened today..."

Xiao Yicai's expression was grave. He nodded and sheathed his immortal sword: "Let's return to Qingyun first and inform the sect leader."

He glanced at Tian Ling'er, who was still in a daze, then at Lin Jingyu, whose face was icy cold and who was gripping the Dragon Slayer Sword tightly, and Yan Hong, whose expression was complicated, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The group took one last look at the chaotic sea of ​​flowers, then each summoned their magical artifacts, transforming into streaks of light and departing in different directions.