Outside the ice cave, everyone saw the flash of bright light that erupted within and tinted a vast expanse of the ice.

Those with experience knew instantly that Zhao Shanqi had made his move.

But the radiance was fleeting, cut short as abruptly as the Divine Light Sect disciple who had exploded earlier.

Thereafter, not even the sound of fighting could be heard inside.

With the previous encounter in mind, no one believed Zhao Shanqi was powerful enough to finish the fight so quickly. It must have been someone else who ended it.

Wu Jinliang, who had smashed Luo Buqi's skull, shouted to the crowd, "What are you looking at? Look over here at me, your opponent is me." He raised his broadsword and pointed at each of them, "Stop dawdling, come at me all at once!"

Consequently, the group exchanged bewildered glances.

Someone made a sign to their fellow sect members, and then they quickly flew away, vanishing into the darkness of the vast Ice Field.

With one leading the escape, the rest fled faster than the next, soon leaving without a trace.

Wu Jinliang got anxious, "Hey, come back, what are you running for? Get back here..."

As if they would come back. The strength displayed by Shi Chun just now had already intimidated them significantly, and this fellow was even more outrageous, actually calling for them to attack together – how could they possibly consider it? Would they not be seeking death if they didn't run?

The simple arithmetic made sense to them all; Shi Chun, known as an Initial Martial at peak, had laid the entire Divine Light Sect flat in an instant. What about this so-called High Martial at early-stage, who was even suggesting they attack him together? Who would dare?

Wu Jinliang stood dumbfounded, looking around to make sure he wasn't dreaming. They had really run off. What now?

His broadsword stood forlornly on the ground.

He had hoped to display his heroism aided by his Treasure Robe but everyone had run off in a blink. What was he to do now? He was well aware of his own cultivation level; catching up was out of the question. No point in chasing.

His gaze turned to the body of Gan Tangyu, walked over with his sword in hand, and squatted to examine her, only to discover she had expired. He sighed then got up and proceeded towards the ice cave.

After entering, he realized the entrance was curved. After rounding a bend, there was another. With the terrain being unusual, the inner chamber wasn't visible. He became alert, sword in hand, cautiously stepping forward while trying to call out, "Chun Tian, how's it inside?"

He too feared an ambush...

Blood gushed from the severed neck as Zhao Shanqi's trembling lower half, whose trousers for some reason had fallen down again just after being pulled up, tumbled to the ground with a clang.

Shi Chun's superpower in his right eye vanished almost simultaneously, he flicked the blood from his knife, and sheathed it at his back. His gaze swept around, resting momentarily on the twisted corpse of the armored soldier, guessing roughly what had happened, and then turned to Bian Weiyin.

Shivering from her wounds, or perhaps from the cold, Bian Weiyin had also come to her senses, only then realizing that she was completely naked under Shi Chun's gaze. Shame, panic, covering her chest, clamping her legs, she reached out to randomly grab what seemed like ancient garments to cover herself.

But these garments had endured far too many years, rendered somewhat fragile, and as she grabbed at them in her weakened state, she managed to tear them apart with ease.

Seeing her struggle and deducing the severity of her injuries, Shi Chun couldn't bother with her affectation – he had already seen everything there was to see, no point in being prudish now. Wu Jin was outside facing the enemies alone; although protected by the Treasure Robe, there could still be dangers.

He strode over, picked up an outer garment from the ground, recognized it as Bian Weiyin's clothing, strode towards the ice bed, kicked away the severed head, and unfolded the garment to cover the shivering Bian Weiyin. Embarrassingly enough, the garment, being torn, failed to provide effective coverage.

Covering one side, the other side was exposed again.

"Never mind," he randomly grabbed some disheveled clothes from the ice couch to cover her, and asked, "Senior sister, can you manage on your own?"

While talking, he grabbed some scraps and carelessly wiped the fresh blood off her face.

When he had jumped up a moment ago, Bian Weiyin had been startled, worried he would do the same as Zhao Shanqi, but after seeing his microexpressions up close, she realized the other party was shameless, looking as much as he liked, possibly even taking a few extra looks at things he hadn't seen clearly before, showing no inclination to avert his gaze.

His ease made her feel the opposite; she felt prized for her beauty and allure. It seemed she was thinking too much.

From his reaction, it was obvious he saw no difference between looking at her and looking at a sow.

She wondered if she looked very disheveled and unattractive right now?

This was where the difference between women and men was evident, as she was subconsciously concerned about her appearance even at a time like this.

She slightly lifted her chin and mumbled the word "chin" indistinctly.

Seeing her drooping and disjointed chin, Shi Chun realized something, hooked a finger under her chin to tinker with it, then firmly held her cheeks with both hands, and with a simple push, he set her chin back in place.

Immediately after, he checked her pulse to examine her injuries and found them quite severe. He promptly took out a few pills and carefully fed them to her.

He needed to be cautious because her chin had just been reset and shouldn't be moved too much.

During the process of swallowing the pills, Bian Weiyin's attention, however, was caught by his tender actions from start to finish, watching intently. She recalled the image of him barging in with a blade and heads in hand, and the moment a head flew off, a god of death in one instance and entirely different now.

She also remembered the message on the mother and child charm that had warmed her: "Don't be afraid, I am here to resolve the danger!"

What she thought was absurd nonsense turned out to be true; when she was in true despair, he appeared in that fashion.

Right now, she didn't want to ask how he got there or how he found the place, nor did she want to question why he had such great strength—she just stared straight at him.

Seconds ago, fraught with fear, her heart now settled, fearless, feeling more at ease than before she was injured. She had been anxious before the injury, but now she felt unexpectedly secure and settled.

At that moment, Wu Jinliang's shouting voice came from the entrance passage, "Chun Tian, how is it inside?"

Bian Weiyin instantly showed panic, her bare thighs instinctively trying to shrink within the pile of torn clothes.

Shi Chun understood and turned back to shout, "Don't come in."

"Huh, why not?" Wu Jinliang was puzzled.

"If I tell you not to come in, then don't come in," Shi Chun warned. Meanwhile, he picked up Zhao Shanqi's coat from the ground and turned to hand it to Bian Weiyin.

But Bian Weiyin reacted strongly; even in her weakness, she still vigorously shook her head, the repulsion clear on her face.

Alright then, Shi Chun understood, yet found this woman's fastidiousness amusing; she was so deprived she didn't have any pants to wear, was completely bare-buttocked, and she still cared about whose clothes she wore.

Shi Chun didn't bother to argue with her and, with a swift flicker, emerged at the turn of the passage to encounter Wu Jinliang.

Seeing Shi Chun unharmed, Wu Jinliang sighed with relief.

Before he could speak, Shi Chun nodded towards him and said, "Don't you think wearing two jackets is a bit much?"

"Huh?" Wu Jinliang, not understanding her implication, replied, "Chun Tian, we've only had a few good days of weather, and clothes are valuable in East Nine Plain. When have we ever complained about having too many? It's chilly here, an extra set is just right."

He truly never minded having many clothes, especially ones that fit him.

In his life, it was only on the day he left the Land of Exile for Zhaotian City that he had finally worn a full set of clothes that fit him properly.

Shi Chun straightforwardly demanded, "Take off the outer set."

"Why?"

"Just take it off, there's definitely a reason."

Alright, Chun Tian must have her reasons, Wu Jinliang immediately leaned his knife against the wall, and started to loosen his garments.

In the meantime, Shi Chun casually asked, "Why isn't there any noise of fighting outside?"

Annoyed, Wu Jinliang replied, "They all ran off, and it's all because of you. You probably scared them away. I haven't killed in a while and was itching for it, but I missed out."

Tossing the bundled-up clothes to her, he then inquired, "Where's Bian Weiyin?"

Shi Chun gestured with a tilt of her head, "Inside, injured."

"Wow, if Sister is hurt, then I must take a look," Wu Jinliang said, his eyes gleaming as he grabbed his knife and rushed inside.

He was still interested in seeing a beautiful woman, and a thought even flashed through his mind that being trapped here wouldn't be so lonely after all, if he couldn't leave. Since Chun Tian wasn't generally interested in ordinary women, it worked out perfectly.

However, Shi Chun grabbed the back of his clothes and dragged him back, pushing him towards the cave entrance, pointing outside, "What do you mean 'look'? As I said, she's injured—look later. Sister needs to heal. You go guard the entrance and prevent those people from launching a sneak attack."

Indeed, a sneak attack was possible. Wu Jinliang, eager for action, raised an eyebrow, slung his large knife over his shoulder, and called out, "Sister, you heal, I'll go be your protector."

Then he turned around and strode off with a bold and confident gait.

Returning to the side of the ice couch, Shi Chun threw the jacket she had just acquired onto Bian Weiyin, "This is the only set of our own clothes."

Bian Weiyin blinked at her with a weak expression, "Search my pockets, there are clothes for me to wear inside."

Shi Chun turned and searched, finding them underneath the torn garments kicked open by the foot's tip. Led by Bian Weiyin's directions, he opened the pocket and found a tightly rolled small cloth package. Unfurling it, he indeed found women's undergarments and couldn't help but shake his head in amusement, realizing that women were indeed women, taking care to bring spare clothes.

After placing the items beside Bian Weiyin, he turned around. Although he had already seen more than enough, it was still proper to pretend not to look. He wasn't embarrassed, but he was concerned that Sister might be.

After the rustling of clothes subsided, the weakened Bian Weiyin stopped moving and lay back down, panting heavily, her undergarments not fully put on.

It was difficult for her to move, let alone dress herself comfortably.

Biting her lip, she looked at Shi Chun's back and suddenly said, "Help me put it on."

Shi Chun turned to look, understanding her weak state at a glance. Erring on modesty, he debated, "Isn't that inappropriate?"

Bian Weiyin's face turned red, but still, she feigned a calm demeanor, "Stop pretending, you've seen it all already, hurry up, I'm so cold."

Alright, it wasn't a big deal; Shi Chun didn't want to linger, so he quickly hopped onto the couch and, guided by Bian Weiyin, offered his assistance.

Shi Chun initially thought it'd be a trifle, but he soon found himself blushing too. After all, properly wearing her underbodice and helping her with underwear was indeed a titillating process. Young and vigorous as he was, even his calm demeanor was challenged, his mind running wild.

This was indeed the first time in his life he had done such a thing for a woman.

Both of them had redder faces than the other.

As he reached for Wu Jinliang's clothes to dress Bian Weiyin, she suddenly said, "Don't put them on."

Shi Chun was stunned, "You can't mean to go out like this?"

Bian Weiyin shook her head slightly, "The clothes are too large, they don't look good, wear yours."

Shi Chun glared, "Sister, please, can you not joke around at a time like this? Who cares about appearance? If you wear mine, what do I wear?"

Bian Weiyin slightly nodded her chin towards the larger clothes in his hand, "You wear the larger ones."

With a feeble and fragile look, she gazed at him, pitiful, nothing like the vigorous and spirited Lord Bian, but rather like a genuine weak woman.

"I..." Shi Chun hesitated to speak.

Damn the soft power overcoming the strong, a natural tactic against men.

Fortunately, he came from the Land of Exile, where he wasn't fastidious about clothing fitting properly, and what was there to fuss over in this forsaken place?

With her being this injured, he had nothing to argue about, he sighed and turned to remove his own clothes and trousers.

While undressing, he pondered one question, Was sparing this woman's life still of use?

He was also inwardly cursing Zhao Shanqi, "If you're going to undress, just undress. Why did you have to rip the clothes?"

Coming from the Land of Exile, he couldn't stand to see clothes being wasted.

Having tossed his own clothes onto the ice couch and quickly pulling on Wu Jinliang's clothes over himself, they were clearly much too big, and he had to roll up the sleeves and hem to manage.

Then he helped Bian Weiyin into his clothes, which despite being much smaller on him, were likewise big on her.

After dressing her in clothes and helping with her shoes and socks, he found this novel task quite busy and felt it to be far more troublesome than killing.

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