The Cub I Raised Turned Out to Be a Reborn Boss (GL) - Chapter 20

During the day, she killed without blinking, looking like a fierce and vicious spirit. But now, she had completely lost even the slightest trace of killing intent.

Jiang Yixue almost could not help laughing.

But when she raised her hand and touched a sticky patch on Song Xi’s arm, Jiang Yixue’s smile vanished. She said in a low voice, “You’re injured?”

Although Yun Yi’s cultivation was higher, no matter what, he should not have had the ability to injure her…

Sticky blood stained Jiang Yixue’s fingers. It was still warm, so the wound should have been inflicted just now. Blood had already soaked half of Song Xi’s sleeve, but if Jiang Yixue had not accidentally touched the blood, she would not have been able to tell at all that Song Xi was injured. This person’s expression was completely normal, as if the injured person were not herself.

Song Xi said calmly, “Yun Tongtian made a move. They set a trap for me.”

During the day, the search had gradually thinned out, seeming as if they had already given up pursuing Song Xi. Unexpectedly, they had instead strengthened the defenses at night, with men lying in ambush all around the city walls. These things were not a major problem for Song Xi, but she had never expected Yun Tongtian to actually take action.

She was at Earth rank, while Yun Tongtian had long since reached Heaven rank. With two major realms between them, Song Xi had no power to fight back at all. She had used every means at her disposal before finally escaping again.

But she still could not escape. Yun Tongtian would soon find this inn.

Seeing that Jiang Yixue did not speak, Song Xi propped one arm against the bed board, creating some distance between the two of them.

Her pair of deep phoenix eyes were filled with darkness. She slowly said, “What are you worried about? Are you afraid? That makes sense. Even if you’re at Spirit rank, and even if you have a powerful sect behind you, Yun Tongtian can still kill with thunderous speed and quickly destroy the body and evidence…”

Jiang Yixue’s lowered lashes slowly lifted. There was a smile in her eyes as she took healing medicine from her mustard-seed bracelet and stuffed it into Song Xi’s hand.

“I’m not afraid of him.”

A burst of chaotic footsteps sounded in the outer corridor, followed by arguing. It was Qingyang City’s guards searching the rooms of the inn one by one.

The killing intent around Song Xi instantly gathered.

This Yun Tongtian was simply going too far. This matter was only a dispute between juniors, yet he, the dignified lord of a city, had actually mobilized the entire city’s manpower to stand up for his son.

Did he really think she had no way to kill him…

Back then, when the Endless Divine Domain had joined forces with several sects to encircle and suppress her, she had still managed to leave those sects with a deep impression. Yun Tongtian was only one person. If she ignored the risk of exposing the Netherworld Secret Manual, she could absolutely heavily injure him.

“I’ll handle the matter outside. You treat your injury first.”

As Jiang Yixue spoke, she tentatively pushed Song Xi’s arm and said helplessly, “Can you move this dagger away first? It’s not as if I’ll harm you.”

Song Xi could not help freezing slightly. The fingers gripping the dagger slowly tightened. She pressed her lips together, then finally asked, “Why are you helping me?”

When she had first accepted Jiang Yixue’s help, she had thought Jiang Yixue wanted to use her to establish the image of a good senior sister and win Xue Qiancheng’s favor. But later, she discovered it did not seem to be that. The things Jiang Yixue did did not seem fake.

Now, they were clearly strangers, yet Jiang Yixue was treating her well like this again.

Song Xi increasingly felt that the Jiang Yixue before her was covered by a veil. She was not the Jiang Yixue Song Xi had known in her previous life.

“Perhaps it’s because I thought of someone…”

Jiang Yixue sighed softly, but the corner of her mouth lifted in a faint curve.

Jiang Yixue thought of Song Xi, who should now be at Qinglian Residence. The Song Xi in the original story had also been alone and without family like this. She had clearly committed no wrong, yet because she possessed a divine bloodline, she had been pulled into baseless conflict. Song Xi had lived too bitterly. Jiang Yixue did not want another girl to experience that same suffering.

Song Xi pondered for a moment, gritted her teeth, and withdrew the dagger pressing against Jiang Yixue’s neck.

She would trust her this once.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer. The searchers had arrived outside Jiang Yixue’s room.

Having long acted like local tyrants, these guards showed no restraint at all. Their fists slammed hard against the wooden door, making loud thudding sounds.

“Open the door! We’re searching for a fugitive. The people inside, open the door and cooperate!”

Displeasure appeared on Jiang Yixue’s face. She sat up and casually draped an outer robe over herself.

“These Yun family people… truly have no manners.”

The dim yellow glass lamp lit up, shining on Jiang Yixue’s body. After the confrontation just now, Jiang Yixue’s hair was somewhat messy, and her collar was badly wrinkled.

Although she had draped on an outer robe, one could still faintly see snow-white skin through the gaps, along with a few strands of disheveled hair clinging to her skin, adding a subtle, restrained charm to her usually cold and clear temperament.

She was about to open the door like this. How could this appearance be shown to others?

Song Xi’s brows furrowed slightly, and she reached out to tug at Jiang Yixue’s sleeve.

Under Jiang Yixue’s puzzled gaze, Song Xi sat up straight. Her arm passed around Jiang Yixue’s neck, gathering the gap at her collar tightly closed while smoothing down the messy strands of hair.

Cool fingertips brushed past Jiang Yixue’s neck, and she seemed to catch the rich fragrance from the person opposite her. Those phoenix eyes, faintly tinged with red, carried seductive charm, but at this moment, they were full of seriousness, as if this untidy collar were a major matter that required her full attention.

Jiang Yixue’s heart relaxed.

She had not misjudged her. This person seemed to carry a somewhat wicked and bewitching air, but deep down, she was gentle and adorable.

“Thank you.”

Jiang Yixue smiled faintly, took the Ruofeng Sword from her mustard-seed bracelet, and placed it beside the bed.

“I noticed you don’t seem to have a suitable weapon. This is a gift I’m giving my junior sister. I’ll lend it to you first for self-defense. Remember to return it to me.”

The blade of the Ruofeng Sword had been forged like a strand of clear wind. It felt light in the hand and carried the sharp attribute unique to wind. The silver-white blade scattered cold light beneath the watery moonlight.

Song Xi held the hilt in her hand. Jiang Yixue’s words echoed in her mind.

Jiang Yixue said this was “a gift for my junior sister.”

This sword looked similar to the Zhanmang Sword.

Was it a gift for her?