4: Chapter 4 Yang Yao's感动 (Moved/Touched)

"Swoosh!"

Another wave of Sword Qi slashed over, leaving yet another bleeding wound on Ji Taichang's back, causing him to stagger.

"Hiss... Could Martial Aunt be settling a personal vendetta and using this opportunity to vent her anger?"

Ji Taichang inwardly gasped, his face turning somewhat dark.

"Ji Taichang, if we go on like this, you will die. Put me down..."

"I really cannot let you die with me!"

Seeing Ji Taichang's stumbling appearance and his unwavering expression from beginning to end, Yang Yao felt her heart ache.

She was both moved and ashamed!

What right did she have to let such an outstanding junior risk his life to save her!

"Martial Aunt, I have a way!"

Panting heavily, Ji Taichang whispered in Yang Yao's ear: "Ahead is a dense forest. I know there is a hidden cliff in the forest with a pool and a cave below. If we keep running forward, the assassin will surely think we are going to pass through the forest to return to the Sect."

"When that time comes, if we hide in the cave, we should be able to get away with it!"

Yang Yao felt a rush of hot air against her ear, making her ear itch, and her pure and beautiful face flushed with embarrassment.

"Mm..."

As he spoke, Ji Taichang had already carried her into the dense forest.

After a few leaps and turns, Ji Taichang arrived at a hidden cliff overgrown with bushes and decisively jumped down!

"Ah!"

The intense sensation of weightlessness made Yang Yao cry out in surprise, subconsciously hugging Ji Taichang tightly. Her pair of fair, delicate hands wrapped firmly around his neck, and her graceful body pressed closely against him, as if she wanted to merge entirely into his body.

That astonishing feeling of fullness and softness came through, causing Ji Taichang's body to tremble. His throat bobbed, and he felt his mouth go dry!

"Splash!"

The next moment, the two fell into a deep pool, kicking up a spray of water.

The pool water was very deep and cold, causing both of them to shiver subconsciously.

Yang Yao hugged Ji Taichang even tighter, and that astonishing softness made it hard for him to breathe, leaving him in pain yet happy.

Ji Taichang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his urges, and swam up from the pool carrying Yang Yao. He pushed aside the nearby weeds and entered a deep, pitch-black cave.

"Hoo..."

Leaning against the stone wall, Ji Taichang sat down slowly, feeling weak all over, yet also feeling hot all over.

"Mm..."

Yang Yao was suddenly poked by a hard rock, and her pretty face instantly turned completely red!

She hurriedly struggled to crawl out of Ji Taichang's embrace.

"Martial Aunt, you are injured and your spiritual power is exhausted; you must not catch a cold."

Ji Taichang endured the pain and climbed up. He gathered some withered grass and branches at the cave entrance, took out a fire starter from his bosom, and lit a bonfire.

Under the dim firelight, Yang Yao's clothes were all soaked, outlining her flawless curves, and her snow-white skin was blindingly bright, making Ji Taichang's eyes widen a few notches!

He immediately turned around and whispered: "Martial Aunt, you should change your clothes. Don't worry, I won't peek!"

Having said this, Ji Taichang limped out of the cave.

Yang Yao looked at Ji Taichang's wet body and his blood-stained back. That gentle voice, though weak, was incredibly firm and steady!

What kind of youth was this?

For a small favor from years ago, he risked his life to save her, constantly cared for her, and even at a time like this, he was firmly unwilling to take advantage of her!

What an upright, grateful, and good child this was!

Yang Yao felt somewhat dazed, her gaze towards Ji Taichang becoming increasingly gentle, and a certain emotion was quietly sprouting in her heart!

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[Yang Yao's favorability: 30 (When favorability reaches 100, a surprise will occur!)]

Outside the cave.

The System notification sounded in Ji Taichang's ears again, filling him with great joy!

The plan worked; this beating was not in vain!

Ji Taichang was secretly delighted, feeling that the bloody sword wounds on his body were not as painful anymore.

Inside the cave, Yang Yao sat cross-legged and struggled to circulate her Cultivation Technique.

Half an incense stick later, she had recovered some spiritual power and immediately opened her Storage Ring to take out a set of clean Ru skirt to change into.

"Ji Taichang, I, I have finished changing my clothes. You can come in."

Yang Yao said softly, her cheeks becoming increasingly rosy as she spoke.

Why did these words sound so strange, as if she were a beautiful young woman waiting for her husband to enter her boudoir...

Ji Taichang didn't think so much about it. After entering, he leaned against the side of the bonfire and sat down.

He didn't have a Storage Ring yet and didn't bring any clothes, so he could only rely on the firelight to dry his clothes.

"Don't move, I will help you bandage your wounds."

With a look of deep distress on her face, Yang Yao helped Ji Taichang remove his clothes, then took out gauze and hemostatic ointment from her Storage Ring, carefully treating his injuries.

Of course.

Ji Taichang's injuries looked frightening, but Lin Xueyue had exercised restraint; they were just superficial flesh wounds, not damaging his bones, and were not serious.

"I feel much better. Thank you, Martial Aunt!"

Ji Taichang stood up and moved around: "By the way, Martial Aunt, your injuries are also not light. Do you want me to help you treat them?"

"...Ah?"

Yang Yao's eyes widened, she bit her rosy lips lightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she shook her head.

Her injuries were mainly on her back, and she was too embarrassed to let Ji Taichang help her treat them.

Although Yang Yao was a widow, she had never met the Sect Master of Liehuo Sect, and since she was young, she had never had intimate contact with any male. She was pure, chaste, and conservative in nature, so she was still very shy in this regard.

"Alright."

Ji Taichang felt a bit regretful in his heart.

Yang Yao took a few Medicinal Pills, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate her Cultivation Technique to recover her spiritual power.

But in her mind, the image of the two of them in intimate contact kept involuntarily surfacing. Her heart, which had been dormant for many years, thumped wildly. She subconsciously squeezed her legs together, unable to calm her mind at all!

An hour later.

Yang Yao opened her eyes: "I have recovered some spiritual power. We are not far from the Sect, and that assassin should have left by now. Let's go back."

"Alright." Ji Taichang nodded.

The two walked out of the cave, clawing at the vegetation and rocks on the stone wall, climbing up bit by bit, and quietly returned to the Qingyun Sect.

"Finally safe!"

After stepping into the territory of the Qingyun Sect, Yang Yao finally let out a long sigh of relief, patting her ample chest with lingering fear.

"This time, thanks to you saving me, otherwise I would certainly have died!"

"Tell me, Xiao Chang, how do you want Martial Aunt to repay you for saving my life?"

Yang Yao turned her head to look at Ji Taichang, her hands behind her back, and blinked at him with a smile.

Her beautiful face still retained a hint of redness, adding a touch of charm and allure, possessing an indescribable fascination!