37: Chapter 37 In my heart, you are all equal, regardless of age.

The Mongol soldiers looked at each other.

Their eyes were filled with panic, and the hands holding their sabers were trembling.

Su Xuan took Huang Rong's hand and, without saying a word, began walking down the mountain.

Watching the two of them approach step by step, the Mongol soldiers finally panicked.

One by one, they scrambled to clear a path.

Just like that, Su Xuan had killed their National Teacher right in front of the Mongols.

And yet, he left the place completely unscathed right under their noses.

Most importantly, not a single Mongol soldier dared to step forward and stop them.

From this battle onward, Su Xuan thoroughly established his reputation, making a name for himself throughout the Jianghu.

However, the Jianghu only knew that there was such a young hero in white carrying a sword, who shared a deep connection with Huang Rong...

But they did not know what his name was...

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Two days later.

Su Xuan and Huang Rong finally reached an inn before sunset.

Just as they stepped through the inn's gates, Su Xuan called out, "Waiter, a premium room!"

"Coming right up!" The Waiter approached flatteringly, handing the room plate and key to Su Xuan. "Guest, here is your room plate. What else do you two guests require?"

Su Xuan's eyes flickered as he tightened his grip on Huang Rong's hand. "Arrange some good wine and food, and boil some hot water!"

As he spoke, Su Xuan fished out two pieces of broken silver from his robes and tossed them to the Waiter. "Make it quick!"

Looking at the silver in his hand, the Waiter's eyes lit up, and he became even more attentive. "This lowly one will arrange it immediately."

He ran toward the back hall like the wind.

After the Waiter left, Su Xuan led Huang Rong up to the second floor.

The entire time, Huang Rong kept her head down, her face flushed with shame, not daring to speak.

Half an hour later.

Su Xuan had eaten and drunk his fill. Brimming with energy, he wanted to do something to expend it.

Huang Rong's pretty face was shy as she gently pushed Su Xuan away. "I haven't bathed yet~"

As if knowing Su Xuan couldn't wait, Huang Rong leaned in gently again, gave Su Xuan a light kiss on the cheek, and her jade-like hands pushed him down onto the bed.

"We've been traveling all day, and I'm all dirty. A Xuan, just wait a little longer~ I'm not going anywhere~"

Su Xuan's heart felt itchy, wishing he could just... right now.

But seeing that seductive yet slightly pleading look in Huang Rong's eyes, Su Xuan's heart softened. "Just fifteen minutes, not a second more!"

"Mm..."

While Huang Rong went to bathe, Su Xuan simply lay on the bed, recalling several gigabytes of 'study materials' from his previous life.

Time passed minute by minute. To Su Xuan, this short period felt like years.

Just as Su Xuan was losing his patience...

The sound of soft footsteps suddenly echoed in his ears.

Huang Rong emerged from her bath...

She was only wrapped in an outer robe, her damp hair paired with a half-concealed neckline...

Those snowy-white little feet stepped onto the floor like jade lotuses.

Su Xuan looked up, and his blood instantly surged...

"A Xuan..."

One hundred thousand words omitted here...

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The next afternoon.

Huang Rong slowly woke up. Looking at the young man beside her, a happy smile appeared on her pretty face.

Her lively eyes flickered as she plucked a strand of her hair and placed it in front of Su Xuan's nose...

Before Huang Rong could start her mischief, her jade hand was caught by Su Xuan.

Su Xuan opened his eyes at the same time and smiled. "Ronger, what are you trying to do?"

Huang Rong smiled sheepishly. "Heehee, well... ahahaha..."

Before Huang Rong could finish, Su Xuan suddenly...

"Hahahaha... I was wrong... A Xuan... hahaha..."

"Ronger was really wrong... stop tickling... it itches... hahaha..."

Only Huang Rong's laughter remained in the room...

A full half-hour later, the two of them finally got out of bed.

Sitting by the bedside, Su Xuan pulled Huang Rong into his arms and asked softly, "Ronger, where should we go next?"

Huang Rong knew what was on Su Xuan's mind, so she said, "Let's go to Xiangyang!"

"Xiangyang?" Su Xuan's eyebrows quirked slightly.

Without waiting for Su Xuan to voice his confusion, Huang Rong said gently, "The headquarters of the Beggars Sect is near Xiangyang. If we go there, we can find Sister Li faster..."

"Ronger, you..."

Huang Rong extended a slender finger and covered Su Xuan's mouth. "Ronger knows. A Xuan doesn't need to say anything..."

"Ronger is already satisfied being with A Xuan. I don't ask for anything else, only that A Xuan loves Ronger forever..."

Huang Rong's head nuzzled gently into Su Xuan's chest, her beautiful eyes full of attachment. "Ronger also wants to meet the other sisters..."

"Besides, in Xiangyang, Ronger can find many medicinal herbs for A Xuan..."

Huang Rong was very clear about her position, but she could no longer bear to leave Su Xuan.

If she were forced to leave him, it would be better to just kill her...

Huang Rong's thoughtfulness made Su Xuan's heart ache. Although he had planned things this way from the start,

the feelings between people always grow deeper over time.

Su Xuan gently took Huang Rong's jade hand in his and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't mistreat you. In my heart, there is no distinction of rank between you all..."

"Mm~" A happy smile appeared on Huang Rong's face.

Whether it was realistic or not didn't matter to her; with those words, she was satisfied~

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Seven days later.

Inside an inn within the city of Xiangyang.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"The Mongol's Kukon the National Teacher is dead!"

"What? Kukon the National Teacher is dead?! Hahaha, good riddance! The Mongols bully our Great Song every day; the Heavens truly have eyes!"

These words drew the attention of everyone else in the inn.

One of them asked, "Who killed Kukon the National Teacher?"

Everyone else also looked toward the person who first spoke, their eyes filled with curiosity.

One must know that Kukon the National Teacher had achieved a Breakthrough to Grandmaster a long, long time ago.

Since entering the Jianghu, he had never suffered a single defeat.

He was even officially titled the First National Teacher of Mongolia by the Mongol Khan.

Who wouldn't be curious about the person who killed Kukon the National Teacher?!

Seeing so many people looking at him, that man straightened his back, cleared his throat, and said very seriously, "I don't know him either."

Everyone in the inn: "..."

Seeing everyone's speechless expressions, the man felt a bit embarrassed. To save face, he continued, "Though I don't know his name, I know he wore a suit of white clothes and held a mighty divine sword!"

"Most importantly, do you know what else?"

"What?"

Seeing that he had recaptured everyone's attention, a sense of pride welled up in the man's heart as he stated,

"That person has a very close relationship with our Beggars Sect's Gang Leader Huang. It's said..."

"Is that so..."

"Yes, back then, that young hero in white struck with a sword that reached the heavens, killing Kukon in an instant..."

"Good heavens, that's incredible. Wouldn't that mean even his farts are made of Sword Qi..."

"More than just farts—even his piss would carry unparalleled Sword Intent..."

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