Seeing the blood on the ground, she was somewhat displeased and called the guards outside.

The two Hidden Guards were shocked at the scene in the room and then showed a look of unbearable sight, thinking that their two masters were just playing too rough. Ning Xiaoxian blushingly scolded: "This is an assassin’s disguise, not Changtian! Quickly take him to Tu Jin for handling!"

The two Hidden Guards exchanged glances, realizing the truth as well. How could Lord Changtian, with his extraordinary cultivation, be bound by his own True Body and end up with bloody teeth all over the ground? Such a thought made them fear for themselves, realizing that while they were on duty at the door, an assassin had slipped in to commit violence! If Lord Divine Monarch found out, they wouldn’t escape severe punishment!

At once, the two guards, with fierce expressions, carried the person away. On the way, whether he would suffer more was unknown. The True Form of Ba Snake swam back, climbed up her hand, turning into a small golden bracelet.

After dealing with the assassin, Ning Xiaoxian also felt a wave of fatigue, not from physical exhaustion, but a deep soul-weary weakness. Her recovery was swift, but the strengthening and nurturing of the Divine Soul still required time. Only after accumulating a good amount of power could she deliver such a swift strike.

She leaned against the door with a bitter smile. Not long ago, she heard He Sect Leader say that many people considered her a demoness, wishing to eliminate her quickly.

Although He Sect Elder didn’t explicitly say it, she understood clearly: Many believed that the numerous killings by Changtian were to bring her back to life. As long as she is truly wiped from this world, this Devil would have no reason for further chaos. Thus, people continuously infiltrated the Hidden Stream, aiming to destroy her body, like those from Yangming Sect. Conversely, those who infiltrated the Hidden Stream with such ambition to assassinate, none survived to return. This invisibly deepened the hatred between the sects and the Hidden Stream.

All of this, of course, was within Yin Jiu You’s calculations. Because hatred, once accumulated to a certain extent, is bound to explode. She felt desolate inside: It turns out, even after Changtian escaped from the God Demon Prison, the peace and joy she wished for were still far beyond reach.

After Ruo Ping came in, seeing her face worsened, she disregarded her protests and hurriedly helped her to rest.

That night, the temperature dropped drastically, and heavy snow began to fall.

She gradually awakened, finding herself nestled in a warm embrace. Each breath was surrounded by his familiar and pleasant masculine scent, lingering at the tip of her nose, unable to be dismissed.

She turned around, using his long arm as a pillow, and only then did she breathe a comfortable sigh.

Indeed, this was much more comfortable than the cold God Demon Prison, at least here there was a spacious bed, soft quilts, and fragrant incense in the air.

He had just returned, lying down fully dressed, no matter how carefully he held her, he still woke her. This was a good sign, obviously Ning Xiaoxian’s physical recovery was improving, making her more alert.

He gently kneaded her fingers. These fair and tender fingers, like trimmed scallion roots, had slender and rounded fingertips, so delicate they seemed to break with a slight squeeze, yet with these hands, she had defeated countless strong enemies, exchanging for his freedom.

A low and mellow voice arose: "The assassin this afternoon transformed into my likeness, how did you recognize it?"

Indeed, the news had already reached him. Unsurprisingly, was it not that little spy hanging on her right wrist? She drowsily said: "Do you think I can’t even recognize you?" Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, unlike her usual crisp tone.

He slightly propped himself up on one hand, gazing at her: "Tell me."

She was immediately covered under his shadow completely.

In the room, there was only a dim light from the Bright Pearl Lamp. Changtian’s face was indistinguishable due to the backlight, with only a pair of golden eyes gleaming brightly. The quilt only covered up to his legs, from her perspective she could still see his long and robust male body’s outline, broad shoulders, narrow waist.

Ning Xiaoxian secretly swallowed and said with a pout: "Ever since falling into the Reincarnation Platform, I’ve been well aware of how to distinguish between the Fake and real Changtian." She silently added in her mind, the aura around him was too superior, a unique quality only those above the God Realm in cultivation could possess, impossible to mimic.

Besides, her body recognizes him. As soon as the assassin approached within ten feet of her, she felt uncomfortable. This was her sixth sense, an instinctive reaction to strangers.