Chapter 975: It’s Not Your Fault

Chapter 975: Chapter 975: It’s Not Your Fault

A hint of struggle and hesitation flashed in Ah San’s eyes, his body trembling, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his mind.

"Xiao Xiao... Xiao Xiao..." Ah San murmured, his voice weak and low, "It’s okay to tell you... I... came here to tell Xiao Xiao..."

Just as Ah San was about to divulge more information, Xiao Xiao’s figure suddenly flashed, quickly approaching Ah San.

A resolute look passed through her eyes, as she gathered a scorching ball of flame in her hand, striking accurately and swiftly towards Ah San’s heart.

The flame instantaneously engulfed Ah San’s body, burst forth with boundless heat and an aura of destruction.

Ah San’s body violently convulsed within the embrace of the flames, the light in his eyes swiftly dimming, his throat emitted a faint wail.

Moments later, his body feebly collapsed onto the ground, completely devoid of life.

The scorching flames spread through the air, gradually dissipating, leaving only a charred corpse behind.

Ye Qingchen watched this scene with wide eyes, utterly shocked.

His gaze locked onto Xiao Xiao, filled with astonishment and confusion.

Xiao Xiao’s actions completely exceeded his expectations, her decisiveness and harshness struck him as peculiar.

Wasn’t Xiao Xiao just afraid earlier?

"Xiao Xiao, you..." Ye Qingchen’s words carried deep surprise, "Why did you kill him?"

Xiao Xiao stood by Ah San’s corpse, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes. Her complexion somewhat pale, yet her gaze firm, she slowly turned to face Ye Qingchen.

Xiao Xiao’s face was pale, her eyes flickering with a hint of remorse and unease.

She slowly bowed her head, her voice carrying deep apology: "I’m sorry, Young Master... His Demonic Qi just affected me, I was too scared... I... I didn’t think I’d strike so ruthlessly..."

Her voice gradually choked up, tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting immense pain and remorse.

Her hand trembled slightly, as if still recalling the horror and helplessness of that moment.

Ye Qingchen watched this scene before him, his heart immediately filled with distress.

After all, Xiao Xiao hadn’t experienced such matters before, fear was normal.

He walked slowly to Xiao Xiao’s side, gently holding her trembling hand, his eyes full of gentleness and concern.

"Xiao Xiao, don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault." Ye Qingchen softly said, trying to soothe her inner pain, "Ah San’s Demonic Qi is indeed powerful, you’ve held on till now, which is already not easy."

Even if Xiao Xiao hadn’t made a move, he would’ve killed Ah San.

Xiao Xiao also helped.

Xiao Xiao lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes full of self-reproach and pain: "Young Master, I’m sorry... I really didn’t expect things to turn out like this... I just... just wanted to protect you..."

Ye Qingchen’s heart churned with sorrow, seeing Xiao Xiao so distressed, he felt an immense heartache.

He gently embraced Xiao Xiao, softly comforting: "Xiao Xiao, I understand. I know you did it to protect me, you’ve done well. Don’t blame yourself further, everything will be alright."

Xiao Xiao trembled slightly in Ye Qingchen’s embrace, her tears soaked his collar.

She gently nodded, trying to calm her internal emotions.

Actually, Xiao Xiao was afraid Ah San would reveal the matter about Xue Wei threatening her.

She didn’t want Ye Qingchen to worry.

Ye Qingchen gently patted Xiao Xiao’s back, his gaze filled with determination: "Xiao Xiao, no matter what happens, I will be by your side. We will face it together, not allowing anyone to harm us."

Xiao Xiao felt the warmth from Ye Qingchen, and her internal pain gradually eased.

On the other side, deep within the Jiang Ancient Clan, a grand and ancient hall stood.

The hall’s architectural style was elegant and solemn, with carved beams and painted rafters, the walls inlaid with precious gemstones, sparkling brilliantly.

Inside the hall, a massive gold-thread embroidered dragon screen hung, the ceiling adorned with exquisite crystal chandeliers, emitting a soft glow, lighting up the entire hall into daylight.

In the hall’s center was a gigantic long table, laden with various sumptuous delicacies.

Each dish was meticulously prepared, offering an alluring aroma, appealing in color, fragrance, and taste.

The table was draped with a brocade tablecloth embroidered with gold threads, decorated with intricate patterns, showcasing exceptional opulence.

On the long table, rare Spirit Beast Meat was arranged, tenderly stewed to perfection, moist with rich juices, melting in the mouth.

Nearby lay plates of glistening Spiritual Fish Fillets, the fresh fish meat garnished with a few pieces of vibrant Spiritual Herb Leaves, appearing fresh and appetizing.

There were also plates of golden Spiritual Bird Wings, crispy on the outside and tender inside, exuding enticing aroma, making one’s mouth water.

At one end of the long table, placed was a large Spiritual Beast Leg, roasted golden crisp, endlessly fragrant and tender.

Beside it were bowls of steaming Spiritual Medicine Soup, with thick, aromatic broth.

The soup was allegedly boiled from century-old spiritual medicine and precious herbs, offering highly nourishing benefits.

Jiang Qi sat at one side of the long table, leisurely savoring these delectable dishes.

He was dressed in luxurious silk robes, crowned with jade, with handsome features, his demeanor graceful.

Each bite revealed his expression of unparalleled enjoyment and satisfaction.

Before Jiang Qi lay a cup of crystal clear Spiritual Wine, the scent permeating, emitting faint Spiritual Energy.

He took a gentle sip, savoring how the Spiritual Wine melted in his mouth, providing a slight intoxication and contentment.

Within the hall were several maids dressed in maid outfits, standing quietly aside, ready at any moment to serve dishes or pour wine for Jiang Qi.

Their movements were light and elegant, faces adorned with a respectful expression, daring not a hint of slack.

Jiang Qi, while enjoying the delicious food, pondered over something. His gaze shone with the light of wisdom, appearing unfathomable.

Just as Jiang Qi was indulging in the culinary delights, rapid footsteps echoed from the hall’s entrance.

A guard dressed in armor hastily entered, holding a Spiritual Power Pigeon.

This Spiritual Power Pigeon was entirely snow-white, its feathers shimmering with faint spiritual light, eyes bright like two pieces of obsidian, exceptionally lively.

The Spiritual Power Pigeon had clearly endured a long flight, its wings slight trembled, breathing somewhat fast.

Its leg was tied with an envelope, the envelope hinted with traces of Demonic Qi.

The guard reverently approached Jiang Qi, kneeling on one knee, presenting the Spiritual Power Pigeon: "Young Master, the Xue Family has sent information."

Jiang Qi frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his mind.

He wasn’t aware of the precise origin of this Spiritual Power Pigeon, but why would the Xue Family send him a message?

Could it be Xue Wei?

Wasn’t he captured?

"Bring the message." Jiang Qi said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of authority.