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More than a month later, at Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

Inside the Jade Purity Hall, the atmosphere was solemn. Dao Xuan Zhenren sat in the main seat, wearing a dark green Daoist robe, with a long beard reaching his chest. His face was peaceful, and his gaze was gentle yet dignified.

Several senior figures stood on either side, including Master Shuiyue, Tian Buyi, and Zeng Shuchang. Qi Hao was also standing below Tian Buyi.

Your Highness, standing beside you are Xiao Yicai, Lu Xueqi, Jiang Xiaochuan, and more than ten others who have just returned from the Dead Swamp. Except for Jiang Xiaochuan, whose face is still a little pale and Lu Xueqi is supporting him slightly, the others seem to be fine.

Zeng Shushu also returned, standing in the line of disciples, his eyes still wandering, occasionally stealing a glance at Jiang Xiaochuan before quickly looking away, his expression strange.

Xiao Yicai stood at the front, bowing to Dao Xuan Zhenren and the other chief disciples to report on the journey to the Dead Swamp. His voice was steady and his words were clear and logical. He recounted the events of entering the Dead Swamp, being scattered by the miasma storm, reuniting with Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, encountering Qin Wuyan of the Demonic Sect, discovering the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault, the final battle between the Black Water Serpent and the Yellow Bird, the Ghost King Sect's appearance to profit from the chaos, and Lu Xueqi obtaining the spiritual items from the treasure vault.

It only omits the details of Biyao forcibly kissing Jiang Xiaochuan and the subsequent chaotic events, only stating that Biyao, the daughter of the Ghost King Sect, and Jin Ping'er of the Hehuan Sect also appeared and had a conflict with Junior Sister Lu Xueqi. Junior Brother Jiang was injured by the Yellow Bird while trying to save Junior Sister Lu.

He concluded, "...We disciples are incompetent. We failed to stop the Ghost King Sect from capturing the Yellow Bird, nor did we manage to retrieve the complete spiritual artifacts from the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury. Only Junior Sister Lu Xueqi, by chance, obtained some spiritual herbs and her cultivation improved. The Black Water Serpent was injured and fled, while the Yellow Bird was trapped and taken away by the Ghost King Sect using a strange formation. This trip... has failed the trust placed in us by the Sect Leader and all the masters."

The hall was silent. The chief disciples looked solemn. The Yellow Bird had been captured? What was the Ghost King Sect planning?

After listening, Dao Xuan Zhenren remained silent for a moment, his gaze slowly sweeping over the people in the hall, lingering for a moment on the pale-faced Jiang Xiaochuan and the calm and composed Lu Xueqi who was supporting him, before speaking:

"The Ghost King Sect has grand ambitions. The reappearance of the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron is probably not a good omen. This matter needs to be carefully considered. It is already remarkable that you all returned safely. Xueqi obtaining the spiritual medicine is also a stroke of luck. Yicai, you should go and rest first. As for the Ghost King Sect and the Yellow Bird, we will deal with them in the future."

"Yes, Sect Leader." Xiao Yicai and the others responded in unison, bowed, and slowly withdrew from the Jade Purity Hall.

Stepping out of the main hall, the sunlight was a bit dazzling. Jiang Xiaochuan squinted, feeling a little unsteady on his feet, but Lu Xueqi's arm steadily supported him.

"Xiao Liu!" Tian Buyi's voice came from the side, muffled.

He strode over, first looking Jiang Xiaochuan up and down a few times, pausing particularly on his back, his brows furrowing as he asked, "How badly are you injured? Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Tian Buyi's still stern face, which couldn't hide his concern, and felt a warmth in his heart. "Master, it's alright, much better, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"It doesn't hurt, my foot!" Tian Buyi glared at her. "You look like a ghost! Go back and lie down properly, Ru'er." He turned and called out to the people behind him.

Su Ru, who had been waiting nearby with red eyes, immediately stepped forward upon hearing this, grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's hand, and tears streamed down her face: "You child, how come you always come back covered in injuries every time you go out... You scared your mother to death..."

"Master's wife, I'm really fine..." Jiang Xiaochuan hurriedly wiped away Su Ru's tears.

Lu Xueqi stood quietly to the side, watching them. After Su Ru calmed down a bit, she spoke up, "Master, Mistress, I'll take him back to Xiaozhu Peak to rest first."

Su Ru wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, go back quickly. Xueqi, thank you for your hard work, take good care of him."

Tian Buyi hummed in agreement, glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, and waved his hand, "Go on, go on."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and, supported by Lu Xueqi, slowly walked down the steps of Tongtian Peak. The other disciples also dispersed. Before leaving, Zeng Shushu secretly winked at Jiang Xiaochuan, but was pulled away by Lin Jingyu.

The familiar bamboo house, the familiar scent of bamboo, the familiar dappled sunlight filtering through the windowpanes—the moment Jiang Xiaochuan stepped across the threshold, his tense nerves finally relaxed completely. Exhaustion and pain belatedly surged up, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to lose his balance.

Lu Xueqi grabbed him and half-carried him into the house. The bamboo house was clean and tidy, just as it had been when he left, except that there was a hint of coldness in the air, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Lu Xueqi helped him to sit down on the edge of the bed, but she didn't move. She just stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Her gaze swept over his face, from his pale lips to the dark circles under his eyes, and then to the edge of the white cloth wrapped around his neck that was faintly visible beneath his slightly open collar.

Her eyes were deep and calm, yet seemed to suppress a raging storm. Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, shifted slightly, and seemed about to say something.

Lu Xueqi made the first move. She bent down, put her arms under his knees and back, and was about to pick him up and carry him into the bedroom. Her movements were swift and her intentions were clear.

"Wait, Xueqi," Jiang Xiaochuan quickly grabbed her hand, his ears burning. "I...I need to take a shower first. I smell like medicine and the muddy smell of the Dead Swamp. It's awful."

Lu Xueqi stopped moving, looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, reflecting his image. After looking at him for a few seconds, she nodded, neither objecting nor letting go.

"Together."

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed even more, but he didn't refute it; he was used to it.

……

in the bathroom.

She gently helped him unbutton his shirt. His back had almost healed by the time they got back, and even the scars were barely visible.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood stiffly, letting her do as she pleased, unsure where to look. Lu Xueqi's expression was very focused, but the occasional touch of her fingertips brushing against his skin made him tremble involuntarily.

After removing his clothes, Lu Xueqi helped him carefully step into the wooden tub. The warm water instantly enveloped his tired body, and Jiang Xiaochuan sighed comfortably as his tense muscles gradually relaxed.

Then, he heard a rustling sound, looked up and saw Lu Xueqi standing by the tub, also starting to take off her clothes, which slipped off one by one and piled up at her feet.

Her body, slender and fair-skinned, with perfectly proportioned muscles and bones, was enveloped in the misty steam. Every line was just right, exuding a breathtaking beauty and power. Her breasts were full, her waist slender and firm, and her long legs were straight. Water droplets rolled down her smooth skin and disappeared into her skin...

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly lowered his head, silently reciting the *Qingjing Jing* (Scripture of Purity and Tranquility): "The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon; the Great Dao is nameless, yet it nourishes all things… uh, nourishes all things… all things… Lu Xueqi's legs are so long… no! The Great Dao is without emotion! It governs the sun and moon… her waist is so slender… stop! Jiang Xiaochuan, have some self-respect! She's giving you a bath! Just a simple bath!… but her chest is rubbing against me… help, I can't continue reciting this scripture…"