82: Chapter 82 What trouble did they encounter while hastily descending the mountain in the dead of night?

[Song Lianyin, the image is too big.]

"Two hundred Spirit Stones!"

Song Lianyin was startled, her tone growing even weaker: "Benefactor... could you allow this young woman to write an IOU first?"

"Once my injuries heal, I will definitely take on tasks to earn Spirit Stones and repay you..."

Jiang Xuan looked down at her.

At this moment, Song Lianyin was still slumped on the ground. Her white silk dudou was already tattered, and due to her previous movements, the neckline had slightly opened.

Large patches of snowy, delicate skin, along with the proud, voluptuous contours beneath, could not be hidden at all, and they collided brazenly into Jiang Xuan's line of sight.

Song Lianyin noticed his gaze and followed it, looking down.

"Ah!"

She immediately let out a delicate cry, finally realizing her current state, and hurriedly stretched out her arms to tightly cover her chest.

Her beautiful, charming face turned beet red instantly, like a ripe apple, and a hint of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

Jiang Xuan gave a dry cough, turned around without changing his expression, assumed the demeanor of a gentleman, and said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Song, please do not misunderstand. I, Jiang, am definitely not a lecher, nor would I do anything despicable to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position."

"I was merely worrying about how you, Fellow Daoist, will be able to walk out safely in your current state."

Upon hearing this, Song Lianyin bit her rosy lower lip in embarrassment and distress.

Indeed, all her belongings were in her Storage Pouch, and currently, she did not even have a complete piece of clothing to cover herself.

She couldn't just go down the mountain with most of her body exposed, could she?

Looking at Jiang Xuan's tall and straight back, she had no choice but to lower her guard and softly ask for help:

"Then, Benefactor... could you lend this young woman a garment to cover up with?"

Jiang Xuan casually unfastened his outermost green robe and handed it back to her:

"Take it, just make do with wearing this for now."

Song Lianyin hurriedly took the green robe and quickly put it on, wrapping up that alluring sight completely.

This men's garment appeared exceptionally oversized on her.

The fabric still retained the man's deep, warm body heat, as well as a refreshing and pleasant masculine scent.

This scent drilled straight into her nose, making the blush on her face unable to fade away no matter what.

Estimating that she was dressed, Jiang Xuan then turned around.

Looking at Song Lianyin, who appeared even more petite wrapped in the oversized green robe, Jiang Xuan said in a gentle tone:

"Fellow Daoist Song, you are currently severely injured and have not a single Spirit Stone on your person."

"The outskirts of Ascension Valley are not peaceful. I wonder what your plans are for the future?"

Upon hearing this, Song Lianyin's already flushed face dimmed slightly.

As a Loose Cultivator, she had no one to rely on.

Now that she was injured, even if she wanted to seek refuge with an acquainted Fellow Daoist, she would need to spend Spirit Stones to take the merchant association's spirit boat.

But now, without a single cent, she couldn't take a single step.

Lowering her head, she shook it with a sorrowful expression: "This young woman... does not know."

Jiang Xuan smiled slightly, revealing a smile that felt like a spring breeze: "Fellow Daoist, do not panic."

"I, Jiang, though untalented, run a small shop in Tingfeng Town."

"If Fellow Daoist Song has nowhere to go for the time being, why not stay at my small shop?"

"On ordinary days, you can help me watch the shop and greet customers to earn some monthly wages."

"This way, you can have a safe place to recover from your injuries with peace of mind, and also slowly repay the Spirit Stones you owe me."

"Killing two birds with one stone, why not?"

Song Lianyin stared at him blankly, a glimmer of light flashing in her watery eyes.

In the world of cultivation, the weak are prey to the strong; the man before her not only saved her life but did not take advantage of her.

He was even willing to give her a place to settle down.

A wave of warmth that could not be melted away surged in her heart. She nodded vigorously and replied submissively:

"In that case... I will have to rely on Young Master Jiang in the future."

She took the initiative to change how she addressed him, clearly understanding that living under someone else's roof, it was always good to build a closer relationship.

Jiang Xuan nodded with satisfaction and reached out to support her: "Can you walk on your own?"

Song Lianyin tried to push herself up, but as soon as she moved, it aggravated her damaged Meridians, the sharp pain causing her to gasp.

Her two beautiful eyebrows knitted tightly together. She looked up at Jiang Xuan and shook her head helplessly and pitifully.

Jiang Xuan did not waste words, simply turning his back and half-squatting down: "Come on up, I will carry you down the mountain."

"We will make do for the night at the foot of the mountain, and once dawn breaks, we will take a spirit boat back."

Song Lianyin bit her lip, obediently stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and slowly pressed her soft, delicate body against Jiang Xuan's broad back.

Jiang Xuan's hands naturally moved backward, steadily supporting her voluptuous legs wrapped in the green robe.

Even through the fabric, he could feel that astonishing smoothness and elasticity.

From his back, he could feel two extremely soft masses as he took his steps.

The proud contours pressed tightly against his back, constantly being squeezed and changing shape.

At the same time, a faint, feminine fragrance similar to camellias drifted over, light and soft, sweet and penetrating.

However, Jiang Xuan was already surrounded by several beautiful female Cultivators and mortal women, so he possessed at least that much composure.

He focused on supporting the soft beauty on his back, walking steadily toward the foot of the mountain.

...

Seeing that they were about to reach the boundary at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, a patrol squad of Disciples wearing Ascension Valley attire appeared, blocking the only path forward.

Jiang Xuan took a closer look and almost laughed out loud.

In the squad stood a stout man with a bruised and swollen face, his face swollen like a steamed bun.

It was none other than the guard, Daoist Wen Bao, who had just broken free from the Gold Talisman Spirit Lock and was furiously leading men to search the mountain for revenge!

The leader of the squad was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.

As soon as the leader landed on the ground, his nose twitched violently, evidently smelling the heavy scent of blood on Song Lianyin.

He raised his hand to signal the team to stop, glanced vigilantly at Jiang Xuan and his companion, and then turned his head to look at Daoist Wen Bao.

Daoist Wen Bao stared with eyes as large as copper bells, looked carefully at Jiang Xuan a few times, and shook his head repeatedly, signaling that this was not the culprit who claimed to be "Wu Yingshan."

Seeing this, the leader beckoned one of his subordinates to stay behind for questioning.

He himself took Daoist Wen Bao and the others and continued rushing into the deep mountains to search.

The remaining Disciple walked forward quickly, pressed two fingers together to perform a Daoist salute, and stared sharply at Jiang Xuan:

"Two Fellow Daoists, covered in blood, heading down the mountain in such a hurry late at night, did you encounter some trouble?"

Jiang Xuan, without changing his expression, omitted most of the details about encountering the pink-white Spirit Fox.

He only said that he was passing by and accidentally saved Song Lianyin, who had collapsed from severe injuries.

Song Lianyin also softly and gently told the whole story of being hunted by White Lotus cultists and accidentally entering the mist.

After hearing the sequence of events, the alertness on the Disciple's face dissipated slightly, and he nodded:

"So that is how it is."

Jiang Xuan took the opportunity to cast out the doubt in his heart: "Fellow Daoist, why would such a fierce Yao Beast fox suddenly appear in the Ascension Valley territory?"

The male Disciple sighed and explained patiently: "You two may not know, but our Ascension Valley backs onto the Zhongchui Mountain Range and is shrouded in thick mountain mist all year round."

"Although the Spiritual Qi in the valley is abundant, because Cultivators have been fighting and killing here all year round, a lot of resentment and blood Qi have accumulated."

"These thick mists, mixed with malevolent Qi, easily transform into a Essence Spirit over time."

"Compared to the ordinary flesh-and-blood Yao Beasts outside, this kind of Essence Spirit formed from mist has more pure demonic power."

"It can change its appearance at will and is extremely difficult to deal with."

"Not to mention the visiting Loose Cultivators, even we Disciples who have been stationed in the valley for a long time."

"If we are not careful, we will also be deceived by the people or rare treasures they transform into."

Jiang Xuan nodded in agreement on the surface, but he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

They were indeed quite clever; when they couldn't win a fight, they even knew to transform into a beautiful, unclothed young girl to seduce and beg for mercy.