The white-robed assassin looked at Long Xuanye’s blood-red eyes.
In the end, he chose to compromise.
He slowly raised both hands, palms facing forward, signaling that he had no hostility.
“Long Xuanye, don’t act recklessly.”
The white-robed assassin softened his tone.
“This power is not something you can control right now.
Forcing it will only injure you.”
He paused.
His gaze swept across Sheng Cai’er, who was holding the Holy Sword with a guarded expression.
“Cai’er.
I swear as an eighth-rank Emperor Assassin that I will not forcibly separate the two of you.”
“Stand where you are obediently.
I will help dissolve the blades you created.
You should understand that even if you release this forcibly controlled technique at me, it will not hurt me.”
Long Xuanye’s body remained tense.
He hesitated.
After all, Cai’er was far too important to the Assassin Temple.
Long Xuanye did not dare gamble that the white-robed man would truly keep his promise.
Most likely, the other party only wanted to take Cai’er away while preserving both his and Cai’er’s safety.
Just as he was preparing to activate the Chaos Spiritual Stove again, a soft little hand gently tugged at his sleeve.
Long Xuanye lowered his eyes and met Sheng Cai’er’s gaze.
The girl looked at the white-robed man.
She remembered how he had secretly protected her during this period.
A hint of trust flashed in her beautiful silver eyes.
Then she gently nodded at Long Xuanye.
Long Xuanye fell silent.
He trusted Cai’er.
She was his little sister.
She had also spent a long time with the white-robed man.
His tense shoulders finally loosened slowly.
A faint smile appeared on Sheng Cai’er’s lips.
Good.
Xuanye was still obedient to Mom.
The tense atmosphere finally began to fade.
The white-robed assassin secretly let out a breath and stepped forward.
At least he no longer had to face that life-for-life madman.
A wisp of pale purple spiritual power condensed at his fingertip.
It was soft and carried no attack power.
Then he raised his finger and gently tapped Long Xuanye’s forehead.
But the instant his fingertip touched him, the white-robed assassin’s expression changed.
He felt an extremely strange power counterattack along his fingertip.
It was the dark shadow blades Long Xuanye’s domain had devoured and transformed earlier.
They had not only failed to disperse.
They were like tamed wild beasts, carrying a domineering will as they tried to invade his meridians.
“What kind of method is this kid using?”
Waves surged in the white-robed man’s heart.
He did not dare use force.
Long Xuanye’s meridians were already extremely fragile from forcibly activating that power.
One careless move, and they would completely collapse.
More importantly, Sheng Cai’er was standing beside him.
Any leaked fluctuation of spiritual power could affect her.
He could only use his own pure spiritual power little by little to sort it out and guide it away.
It was like dismantling a spiritual power bomb that could explode at any moment.
He had to be extremely careful.
Long Xuanye remained silent and let him work.
Of course he knew what this was.
The power of the Chaos Spiritual Stove.
Devouring all things.
Transforming all things.
It was even domineering enough to let him, with third-rank strength, influence energy casually released by an eighth-rank Emperor Assassin.
But he could not explain that.
He could not tell the other party that this was a god-level Spiritual Stove rewarded by the system.
Only after half an incense stick’s worth of time did the white-robed man finally withdraw his finger.
His back was already soaked with sweat.
The berserk power inside Long Xuanye’s body finally calmed.
Then came a wave of intense weakness.
Long Xuanye’s body swayed, and he half-knelt on the ground.
“Xuanye!”
Sheng Cai’er cried out in alarm.
Without thinking, she rushed over and spread her arms in front of him.
Her beautiful silver eyes stared firmly at the white-robed man.
Like a mother beast protecting her cub, she was filled with vigilance.
Looking at this scene, the white-robed man was both angry and amused.
“You two… do you really see me as some unforgivable villain?”
He shook his head.
His tone carried a hint of helplessness.
“According to the rules, I must bring the Saintess back to the Temple.
But since I swore an oath, I will not break it.”
“I’ll leave.
Is that good enough?”
Before his words even fully fell, he flipped his wrist.
The short blade at his waist suddenly left its sheath.
A pale purple energy streak crossed Long Xuanye’s shoulder.
But that energy did not harm him at all.
Instead, it turned into an extremely thin gauze-like layer that attached to him, releasing a faint pressure.
“This Hidden Edge can help you block attacks below the seventh rank.
If you encounter a magical beast pack, it can also cut open a path for you.”
The white-robed man sheathed his blade.
“I will return to the Assassin Temple and report.
This is my duty.”
The meaning behind his words was clear.
He was leaving.
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After saying this, the white-robed man did not stay any longer.
His figure flashed, and he vanished from the cave entrance.
Only after his aura completely disappeared into the night did Long Xuanye and Sheng Cai’er feel as if all strength had been drained from their bodies.
They collapsed together onto the dry grass pile behind them.
Sheng Cai’er immediately moved closer.
She gently hugged his arm and pressed her small face against his shoulder.
Her voice still trembled slightly.
“That’s good…”
“He left.
Xuanye is fine now.”
Long Xuanye turned his head and looked at the girl leaning tightly against him.
Sheng Cai’er’s hair was a little messy.
A few strands stuck to the sweat on her forehead.
Her usually expressionless little face now carried a clean and pure smile.
Her silver eyes shone like stars in the night sky.
The relief after surviving disaster made her whole body feel alive.
Long Xuanye’s heart softened.
He could not help raising the hand that still had some strength and gently rubbing her hair.
His voice was hoarse, but more relaxed than ever.
“Yeah.
We’re… safe for now… We’re safe.”
The moment his voice fell, Sheng Cai’er hugged him even tighter.
Long Xuanye naturally wrapped an arm around her slender back.
An irresistible wave of exhaustion surged from his limbs and bones like a tide, instantly drowning his consciousness.
He was too tired.
Truly too tired.
Even if the Chaos Spiritual Stove was of an extremely high grade, he had still used a third-rank body to pry open and influence the power of an eighth-rank Emperor Assassin.
Even if the white-robed man had held back the entire time, and even if that shadow ball had carried no killing intent, just resisting power at that rank had already completely drained Long Xuanye’s body, energy, and spirit.
He wanted to say a few more comforting words.
But his eyelids were as heavy as stone.
Even opening his mouth felt difficult.
At that moment, he suddenly sensed the small body in his arms move slightly.
The girl’s unique scent, carrying a faint milky fragrance, lingered near his nose.
A soft little hand gently touched the back of his head.
Again.
And again.
Gently patting.
Then a soft and tender song, carrying a strange soothing power, rang beside his ear.
“Sleep, sleep, my baby…”
It was a lullaby.
The singing was young.
The melody was simple.
But it was like a warm light shining into the depths of Long Xuanye’s exhausted soul.
The fear born from a death battle, the worries about the future, the vigilance toward the Assassin Temple, and the hatred for Long Xingyu…
All those chaotic thoughts vanished at this moment.