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The cheongsam had a vintage design, with crimson patterns shrouded in darkness, resembling large patches of bright red blood.

Jiang Chuan subconsciously looked in the direction he had come from.

But then they discovered...

The originally narrow aisle of the train carriage has been turned into a wall.

He was immediately alarmed. Whether it was an illusion or a more advanced illusion array, the fact that he was caught off guard meant that the opponent's skills were far superior to his own.

The woman's voice rang out again, still with that plaintive and melodious tone: "What? I've personally asked, and you still won't come in? Is it because you think my room is too small, or because you think my face... isn't pretty enough?"

She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingertips gently lifting the strands of hair that fell beside her temples, revealing a section of her neck that was so white it was almost transparent.

Her neck was excessively slender, and dark blue veins could be faintly seen under her skin, like crackles on porcelain.

Jiang Chuan was wary, but remained outwardly calm.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He said, "Senior is too kind. I just happened to be passing by and wouldn't dare disturb your peace. If you have any instructions, I'll be all ears. There's no need to come inside."

"Come in, I'm so lonely all by myself. Come in, have a seat, and have a cup of hot tea."

The voice rang out again, this time with a sickeningly sweet, coquettish tone, yet it seemed even more eerie and inexplicable.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Jiang Chuan's forehead, but his tone became more and more firm: "This junior is unworthy of your kindness, senior. If there is nothing else, senior, this junior will take his leave now."

After saying that, he began to slowly move backward.

Available soon.

His back was now against the wall that blocked the way he had come from.

"snort!"

The face revealed from behind the door of the private room was instantly filled with resentment and venom. It was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Its features were exquisite, yet it resembled a painted mask that had been soaked in water and rotted away, exuding a withering and deathly aura that penetrated to the very marrow. Only its long, jet-black hair stood out eerily against this deathly atmosphere.

Jiang Chuan's muscles tensed instantly, the Starry Sky Mirror spun rapidly behind his head, and twelve light prisms lit up at the same time, ready to strike without hesitation.

But at that moment, her pale lips parted, emitting a sharp, piercing voice, like a vengeful ghost demanding a life: "What a foolish brat who won't listen to reason! You ruined my grand plan the moment you got on this carriage, and now you think you can just walk away? There's no such easy way in this world!"

Jiang Chuan was stunned by her sudden change of attitude and accusation.

Did she ruin her plans?

After he boarded the train, apart from hiding in the seats with Song Jinghong, he did almost nothing else and never ruined anyone else's plans.

His mind raced, but his tone remained calm: "This junior is new to this carriage and knows nothing of its rules. May I ask which rule you are referring to, senior?"

however.

The woman did not explain to him.

She abruptly changed the subject, her tone now carrying an undeniable air of coercion: "Fine, since things have come to this, I am not an unreasonable person. You only need to do one thing for me, and our feud will be wiped clean!"

Jiang Chuan frowned, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, is this old bastard trying to scam me?"

But the situation left him no choice but to ask in a deep voice, "Please enlighten me, senior."

The woman's figure slowly drifted away, disappearing once again into the shadows of the private room door.

Only a cold, sinister gaze remained.

Crossing Jiangchuan.

Throw it to the rear.

Her voice was clear yet eerie: "On this train is a descendant of a true dragon, the little girl traveling with you. I want her to arrive safely in the Heavenly Chapter Realm. If you do this, I will forgive your past sins."

Blue Scales!

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and a multitude of thoughts instantly raced through his mind.

Why would this mysterious being, who seems to be a remnant of the ancient times, focus his attention on a low-strength dragon scale girl from the Origin Realm?

What is so special about Lan Lin?

She deliberately mentioned the bloodline of the true dragon...

Or perhaps,

Is it the immortal connection related to the Dragonscale Clan that Elder Mu mentioned?!

In an instant, a million thoughts flashed through Jiang Chuan's mind.

But he was very clear about his current situation.

The woman before him was far stronger than he had ever known; she might even be no match for a cultivator at the Qi Condensation Realm.

To confront them forcefully is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

Moreover, he had already promised Elder Mu that he would ensure Lan Lin's safety before they arrived in the Heavenly Chapter Realm.

The conditions proposed by the other party now coincide with his original plan.

Regardless of what earth-shattering schemes this woman might be hiding.

But for him right now...

It is not a burden at all.

On the contrary, it is a get-out-of-jail-free card that can be used.

Having understood this, Jiang Chuan felt somewhat relieved and said, "I had already promised her elders that I would ensure her safety on her journey and escort her to the Heavenly Chapter Realm. It was simply my duty. Even if you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have broken my promise."

"Since you're so understanding, I won't make things difficult for you."

The pale hand slowly withdrew from the crack in the door, and the hem of the cheongsam slid into the darkness behind the door like a swimming fish, disappearing completely.

"Remember your promise."

A woman's voice came from deep inside the private room.

further and further.

It was as if the speaker was retreating to some extremely distant place.

"If that girl reaches the Heavenly Chapter Realm alive, our score will be settled. But if she dies on the way..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the sudden, chilling aura emanating from her was more convincing than any threat.

"I understand."

Jiang Chuan remained motionless in the clasped-fist posture until he felt the omnipresent, bone-chilling cold completely disappear, at which point he slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand.

Only then did I realize that my back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't glance at that door again. The passageway he had come from had returned to normal, so he turned and strode towards his own carriage.

The moment he stepped into the business class compartment, the dim overhead lights suddenly came on again with a "hum," dispelling all the darkness.

He saw that Song Jinghong and Lan Lin were sitting properly in their respective seats.

Song Jinghong still carried the bronze box on her back, while Lan Lin huddled in a corner, hugging her knees, her face still wet with tears.

When Song Jinghong saw him return from another carriage, her eyes widened in surprise:

"Master, is that you?"

"fine."

Jiang Chuan waved his hand and sat back in his seat, his gaze never leaving Lan Lin.

After this experience, he couldn't help but be very curious about what kind of magic this girl possessed that could attract the attention of an ancient being.