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"Do you want silver or magic weapons?" Yun Qian blinked, her expression completely unguarded and serious. "How much do you want? Just name your price."

In her view, receiving payment was a matter of course. Even those who practiced medicine and helped the world charged for their services, so she naturally had no reason to let others do their work for free when she asked for help.

Bai Chuan has accumulated a considerable amount of money over a century of practicing medicine.

The magical treasures, hidden within the seemingly dilapidated treasure pavilion on Cangmin Mountain, hold many treasures that are unimaginable to outsiders.

As long as Baichuan's cough can be cured, paying a price is normal. Moreover, Yun Qian believes she can afford it.

However, Lin Huaiyu's handsome face, which always carried a hint of a smile, turned unusually cold at this moment. The corners of his mouth formed a straight line, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had heard something incomprehensible, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing his silence, Yun Qian assumed he was too embarrassed to speak, so she added more sincerely, "You can bid boldly without any worries."

She is indeed quite wealthy.

"Heh." Lin Huaiyu was so angry at her arrogant and wealthy demeanor that he laughed. He started waving his folding fan again after a long pause, but the rhythm carried a hint of imperceptible irritation. He stared at Yun Qian, a strange red light flashing quickly in the depths of his long, beautiful eyes. "I don't want these mundane things."

"Not money?" Yun Qian tilted her head slightly, even more puzzled. "Then what is it?"

Her gaze fell on Lin Huaiyu's face. Tonight, under the moonlight and the jade crown, his eyebrows and eyes seemed particularly deep and moving, causing her to lose herself for a moment.

Is it because you changed your hair accessory?

Lin Huaiyu caught a fleeting moment of distraction in her eyes, and a barely perceptible smile played on his lips. He deliberately leaned closer, his warm breath almost brushing against her ear, his voice low and seductive: "What I want is..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Buzz!"

A sharp black shadow suddenly flashed from behind Yun Qian's head! It carried a resolute determination to cut off everything!

Yun Qian's half-up bun was scattered by this sudden force, and her ink-black hair cascaded down, falling smoothly over her shoulders and back.

It's Xiao Hei.

Its blade instantly expanded, its jet-black surface wreathed in wisps of almost tangible black energy, emanating a chilling aura. Like an indestructible shield, it stood firmly between Yun Qian and Lin Huaiyu, its icy blade completely blocking the gaze that had tried to bewitch her.

Yun Qian was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

Immediately, she reacted without hesitation. She quickly raised her hand to grasp the hilt of Xiao Hei's sword, and with a light touch of her toes, she retreated swiftly like a swallow, creating a dangerous distance between herself and Lin Huaiyu.

"He's using charm on you! Be careful!" Xiao Hei's serious and cold voice boomed directly in her inner chambers. "Don't make promises lightly to any divine bloodline, especially to the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, who have inherited divine power and are naturally proficient in this art!"

"The Nine-Tailed God Clan's methods are unpredictable and extremely sinister!"

Yun Qian's heart skipped a beat, realizing that she had unknowingly fallen into a trap, her mind influenced by Lin Huaiyu's charm. A wave of fear mixed with anger at being deceived surged into her heart, and her eyes instantly darkened, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Forcibly breaking free from the lingering effects of the enchantment left her mind slightly disoriented. She immediately pointed her sword downwards and planted it firmly in the ground to steady her swaying body.

With a soft "whoosh," Lin Huaiyu closed his folding fan. The alluring expression on his face vanished, replaced by his usual languid and relaxed demeanor, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. His gaze fell upon the menacing black sword in Yun Qian's hand, his tone carrying a hint of enigmatic inquiry: "It actually nurtured a complete sword spirit. How interesting."

This time, Yun Qian did not meet his gaze again. She lowered her head, and with a thought, Xiao Hei transformed into a streak of black light, disappearing back into her inner sanctum.

When she looked up again, her gaze was clear and cold, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Lin Huaiyu.

A night breeze swept by, ruffling her long, loose hair. A few strands clung to her cheeks, causing a slight itch.

Her heartbeat, which was also in disarray, was now difficult to calm down.

Lin Huaiyu frowned again as he watched her deliberately avoid him. His hand, which was gently waving the folding fan, paused slightly, and a fleeting look of annoyance flashed in his eyes, a look he himself did not even notice.

It is a major taboo to have undue trust in others, especially when the other party is Lin Huaiyu, who inherited the power of the gods and whose thoughts are unpredictable.

Yun Qian remained silent, deeply reflecting on herself. Having come to a conclusion, she had no more lingering attachments. With a flash, she vanished into the deep forest like the wind merging into the night.

Her chances of defeating Lin Huaiyu were slim, and the possibility of her escaping unscathed was virtually zero. Therefore, retreat was the best option!

Yun Qian had been gone for a while, but Lin Huaiyu remained in the same position, standing there. He stared in the direction where Yun Qian had disappeared, his face devoid of its usual playful and angry expressions, replaced by an empty calm, as if all his emotions had been ripped away.

He clearly remembered that when Yun Qian looked at him for the last time, her eyes, which had originally held a hint of inquiry and even a subtle sense of closeness, were now filled with nothing but wariness and distance, devoid of any trust.

He had been waiting cautiously in this forest every day for the past few days, and had finally managed to cultivate a bit of goodwill and curiosity in Yun Qian. However, all of that was lost because of his impulsive act driven by his emotions.

He did something wrong.

Time is the only thing that even divine power cannot reverse.

Lin Huaiyu looked up at the full yet cold moon in the sky, his anger and uncontrollable irritation growing stronger.

The full moon night of the fifteenth.

This is the time when the fox clan's nature is restless and their power is at its most active.

Indeed, I shouldn't have come to see her at a time like this.

He lowered his head, a bitter self-mockery playing on his lips.

This will probably be the last time Yun Qian takes the initiative to find him.

What should he do?

Back at the Four Directions Courtyard, and stepping into the familiar array range, Yun Qian finally felt a little relieved.

Recalling the scene just now, she was still shaken. She hadn't even noticed the danger approaching. Lin Huaiyu just looked at her with those captivating eyes, and she unknowingly fell into the charm he had woven, losing her composure.

Such an ability is terrifying and impossible to defend against.

A slight tremor came from within her inner chambers, and a wisp of pure black energy swirled out from her body, finally condensing into the shape of the Ink Soul Sword in front of her.

This way of making an entrance doesn't seem like the way a "righteous" sword of light should appear.

The little black sword trembled slightly, expressing its dissatisfaction: "How many times have I told you, when you're criticizing this sword, don't involve the inner palace! I can hear what you're thinking!"

"Oh," Yun Qian replied expressionlessly, "I forgot."

"You forgot! You always forget!" Xiao Hei's anger was almost palpable. "Do you know how dangerous that was just now, Yun Qian!"

"I told you to be careful of him, but you just wouldn't listen. It went in one ear and out the other!"

"Do you know that if you just went along with him and made any promises, no matter what they were, you will have to pay a price! That's a forbidden innate talent of the fox clan, bound by the rules of heaven and earth!"

"He was clearly trying to seduce you, and you almost fell for it!"

"It's not exactly being fooled..." Yun Qian tried to explain, but her voice lowered, "I was just careless for a moment."

Indeed, Lin Huaiyu possessed a face that could captivate all, and every time one met her, she always acted with gentleness, politeness, and humor, making it difficult for anyone to harbor any suspicion.

Moreover, from the first time she met Lin Huaiyu, that inexplicable sense of familiarity had been with her like a shadow. She was 100% certain that they had never met before. Yet, that inexplicable familiarity made her subconsciously feel that Lin Huaiyu would never truly hurt her.

However, tonight Lin Huaiyu slapped her hard in the face with his actions, proving to her that one should never be prejudiced based on unfounded personal feelings!

Yun Qian's face was expressionless, but her eyes were calm as water, revealing a chilling coldness that came from complete wakefulness.

There will never be a next time.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei flew into a rage, his sword humming incessantly: "I thought you were so clever! Turns out you're just another lecherous fool who can be deceived by appearances!"

"That fox looks human, but didn't you see that even a cunning old fox like Sili didn't dare to look him in the eye easily?"

"Foxes are naturally adept at bewitching people and manipulating emotions; I thought you knew that!"

"You'll understand later," Yun Qian said calmly, her tone carrying an undeniable resolve.

Lin Huaiyu's actions today were like a bucket of ice water, completely waking her up. In this world, apart from her own people within Cangmin Mountain, no one outside can be trusted.

Since it is unreliable, then at certain times, perhaps we can completely abandon unnecessary concerns and only consider how to utilize it.

Yun Qian raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on the ink spirit suspended in the air. Her voice was soft, yet each word was clear: "Xiao Hei, tell me the truth. If you and I join forces against Lin Huaiyu, what are our chances of victory?"

Without a second thought, Xiao Hei answered crisply and cruelly: "Less than 10%."

Even with the full assistance of her ancient divine sword, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't even have a ten percent chance of winning against Lin Huaiyu?

Lin Huaiyu is indeed stronger than imagined.

While his stance is unclear and it is difficult to distinguish whether he is friend or foe, we must not easily allow him to stand on the opposite side.

The hope for the revival of Cangmin Mountain is already as faint as a candle in the wind, and we must never let our guard down again.