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In that brief moment of hesitation, Jiang Xiaochuan had already grabbed her wrist, which was holding the Heartbreak Flower, with his right hand.

Biyao struggled but couldn't break free. She gritted her teeth, activated her magic, and the Heartbreak Flower shone brightly with white light, trying to break free, but Jiang Xiaochuan's hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

Then, he loosened his grip on her waist with his left hand and quickly slashed at her right wrist.

The flower of sorrow has disappeared.

Biyao felt her palm suddenly empty, and the connection between her and the magic weapon was instantly severed.

It was completely severed, as if such a magical artifact had never existed in the world. Her face turned pale instantly, and she abruptly turned her head to look at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan's face remained expressionless, but he tightened his arms around her, pulling her close.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and his voice rang in her ear—low, slightly breathless, but very clear:

"Give it to me."

Biyao was both shocked and furious, and struggled desperately, but the person behind her was incredibly strong. She used her spiritual power, but she couldn't budge him at all.

Those arms were wrapped tightly around her waist like iron hoops, and his chest was pressed against her back. The unfamiliar masculine scent instantly enveloped her.

In all her life, apart from her father, she had never been so close to any man. The men of the Ghost King Sect either revered her or fawned over her; no one had ever dared to... to imprison her like this.

What unsettled her even more was that the way the hug was happening, the warmth of their close embrace, vaguely stirred up a distant memory. When she was very young, she seemed to have been hugged from behind like this before, feeling safe and warm...

No way! She's the young lady of the Ghost King Sect, how could she be held hostage like this by a mere Qingyun boy!

Shame and indignation intertwined with a strange sense of panic, making her struggle even harder.

"Don't move." Jiang Xiaochuan's voice rang out again, still close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe. "If you move again and touch something you shouldn't, don't blame me."

Biyao stiffened, her struggles lessened, but she didn't stop.

She gritted her teeth, forcing out the words, "You...you dare!"

"See if I dare," Jiang Xiaochuan said, his arm wrapped around her waist, the two pressed very close together.

As Biyao struggled, her body inevitably swayed. Suddenly, Jiang Xiaochuan felt the edge of his palm touch an unusually soft spot through the layer of her light green clothes.

He froze for a moment.

The sensation was clear: warm, soft, and full, with the elasticity and warmth unique to a young girl's body. Almost subconsciously, he slightly tightened his fingers and gently pinched it.

"what!"

Biyao trembled violently and let out a short cry of surprise. The sound was neither like pain nor anger, but rather like a sudden, trembling sob. She felt as if her bones had been removed, and her struggle suddenly collapsed. Her body went limp and she fell backward into Jiang Xiaochuan's arms.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also startled, but instead of loosening his grip, he instinctively tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms.

Her waist was very slender, and you could feel its supple lines even through her clothes. He moved his fingers and pressed lightly on her waist, his voice low and warning: "I told you not to move."

Biyao didn't move. She leaned against him, her body trembling slightly, her cheeks burning hot all the way to her ears.

She could feel the cold chest of the person behind her and the iron-like arms encircling her waist. The sensation of that touch and kneading still lingered in her chest, burning and carrying a strange, unsettling numbness.

She had never been so close to anyone, let alone been treated like this. She felt both ashamed and angry, yet her whole body felt weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

Jiang Xiaochuan held her in his arms and looked up at Lu Xueqi across from him.

Lu Xueqi still held her Tianya sword aloft, the tip pointing in this direction, the azure light reflecting off her pale face.

She watched Jiang Xiaochuan holding Biyao, their close embrace, Biyao's flushed face and limp body. Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a straight line, and her eyes were cold, as if frozen.

But her sword did not strike.

Jiang Xiaochuan knew she was unhappy, but he couldn't care less now. He was about to speak when he told Lu Xueqi to leave first.

Just then, another mutation occurred.

In the darkness not far away, without warning, a little light appeared again.

The light was extremely eerie.

Although it was bright, it presented a deep, almost inky dark tone. Against the heavy dark background, it almost made people mistake it for a moving, living shadow. The light was dim and not dazzling, but it carried a chilling coldness that seeped into the bones.

A figure slowly floated out from the light.

She was tall and slender, dressed in all black, with a light veil covering her face, revealing only her eyes.

Her eyes were still, as deep as a dark pool, unfathomable, reflecting only the dim light of the lantern in her hand. She exuded a heavy, cold, ghostly aura, as if she had just stepped out of the deepest hell.

It was the masked woman who sat at the same table as Biyao in the Mountain and Sea Garden.

She floated out, stopped, and her gaze fell on Jiang Xiaochuan and Biyao.

The moment he saw Jiang Xiaochuan holding Biyao, who was limp in his arms, his deep, dark eyes suddenly narrowed, and a chilling anger spread out as if it were a tangible thing.

Immediately afterwards, beams of light of different colors, each exuding an eerie aura, lit up one after another in the darkness!

In the blink of an eye, five more figures appeared. They were dressed in uniform yellow clothes, with calm demeanor and sharp eyes. They were Biyao's attendants from the Mountain and Sea Garden that day!

At this moment, they all appeared beneath the Abyss of the Dead!

The five men in yellow silently dispersed, forming a swarm that trapped Jiang Xiaochuan and Lu Xueqi in the middle.

Each of them held a magical artifact in their hands, its light shimmering and locking onto the two of them.

The masked woman stared intently at Jiang Xiaochuan, her voice ethereal and chilling like the winds of the deepest hell: "Let her go."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip, and Biyao trembled slightly in his arms.

He looked at You Ji, then at the five men in yellow robes poised to attack, and suddenly a smirk appeared on his lips.

"This lady,"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear in the silent abyss.

"You don't want this girl to get hurt, do you?"

Youji's eyes turned cold.

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored her and turned to Lu Xueqi, hissing, "Let's go!"

Lu Xueqi didn't move. The blue light of Tianya illuminated her pale face. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and shook her head.

"Let's go!" Jiang Xiaochuan's voice rose, filled with urgency and anger.

Lu Xueqi shook her head again.

She looked at Biyao, whose face was flushed and eyes were panicked, who was being held in Jiang Xiaochuan's arms, then glanced at the menacing members of the Demonic Sect around them, and finally looked at Jiang Xiaochuan. Her voice was soft, but resolute:

"I'm not leaving."

"At worst, we'll die here together."

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned.

At worst, we'll die here together.

The sentence swirled in his mind, over and over again.

He looked at her, at the unwavering resolve on her cold face, at her straight back despite being exhausted of spiritual energy and severely injured.

Something inside him seemed to have struck him hard, leaving him somewhat dazed...