640: What did you call me?

Cang Bai carefully sensed the signs of recovery of the Primordial Spirit power within Yao Delong's body. He marveled at the great power of this eighth-rank Divine Pill and felt even more awe for his Young Miss's decision. He said respectfully:

"Young Miss, with the help of this Divine Pill, the exhausted Primordial Spirit Origin of this Benefactor Yao is recovering rapidly. In my opinion, he will certainly wake up within a few days!"

Yun Ruoning's hanging heart relaxed slightly upon hearing this, but her eyes remained grave.

She lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside: "Pass the order down, the caravan will set off immediately! The transaction with the Nine Nether Sect is complete; this is no place to linger. Return to the Ba Xia Dynasty quickly!"

"Yes!" Cang Bai accepted the order and immediately commanded the massive merchant caravan to set off again.

During the next few days of travel, the atmosphere in the entire Xuan Ye Dynasty was clearly wrong!

Cities were under martial law! Checkpoints were everywhere! Two wanted posters were posted everywhere—

One was the ferocious-looking "Mad Extreme Old Devil," and the other was a gaunt, sinister-aura "Soul Transformation Stage Evil Cultivator"!

Countless Nine Nether Sect Disciples and Dynasty guards were searching everywhere, the atmosphere tense and murderous! A huge storm was brewing!

As an important trading partner of the Nine Nether Sect, the White Cloud Merchant Guild possessed a special passage jade token.

Wherever the caravan passed, although those fierce-looking Nine Nether Sect guards would conduct routine questioning, upon seeing the eye-catching White Cloud emblem and the unfathomable aura of Cang Bai and the other retainers, they dared not cause any trouble, merely glancing over it perfunctorily before waving them through.

Sitting inside the carriage, Yun Ruoning looked at those wanted posters and listened to the faint shouts of "Catch the heavily injured evil Cultivator" from outside. Connecting this with the terrifying injuries on Yao Delong and the lingering Nine Nether Evil Qi, a bold guess became increasingly clear in her mind—

This "Mad Extreme Old Devil" or "heavily injured evil Cultivator" who stirred up the entire Xuan Ye Dynasty, caused the Nine Nether Sect to make such a big fuss, and perhaps even severely injured or killed an important figure, was in all likelihood this unconscious Benefactor Yao in her carriage!

'What a man who turns everything upside down wherever he goes...' Yun Ruoning watched Yao Delong, whose face had regained some color while he slept, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled into a complex yet inexplicably radiant arc.

Five days later.

Yao Delong's heavy eyelids trembled slightly.

An indescribable feeling of coolness and warmth enveloped his Primordial Spirit, as if soaking in a fountain of life.

His consciousness, like a water droplet sinking into the deep sea, slowly floated upward, piercing through the endless darkness and Chaos.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What met his eyes was not cold rock or the sky, but an exquisite and luxurious carriage roof, inlaid with warm night-luminescent pearls.

Beneath him came an indescribable softness and comfort, as if sleeping on the clouds. The air was filled with a faint, refreshing fragrance.

"Hmm?" Yao Delong propped up his still-sore body and sat up, looking around.

This was clearly an extremely luxurious boudoir full of a woman's scent... No, this was the interior space of a carriage?

Brocade curtains hung down, incense curled, and the furnishings were exquisite and elegant.

"Where... am I?" He frowned deeply, memories flooding into his mind like a tide—

Venerable Dry Bones, the fatal spear strike from Ye Wushang, tearing through space to escape, collapsing from exhaustion... after that, it was all a blank!

But now... his exhausted Primordial Spirit was full and saturated, even more refined than before!

The fatal wounds to his Physical Body had also healed as if new, surging Qi and blood rushed through his Meridians, filled with power!

Even the Origin of the Great Sun Divine Body seemed to have been nourished by pure spiritual power, becoming more stable!

This was simply a rebirth! Who saved him? And used such a precious Divine Pill?

Just as he was in doubt, the carriage curtain was gently lifted by a slender, fair, and well-defined hand.

A tall figure, like the freshest breeze of the morning, stepped inside.

Yao Delong's gaze was instantly drawn.

The person had changed from her usual gentle image in elegant flowing skirts to a fitted, moon-white martial outfit!

The outfit had smooth lines, perfectly outlining her slender yet powerful waist and long legs, adding a touch of valiant heroism!

A silver cloud-patterned belt was tied around her waist, with an ancient and elegant long sword hanging diagonally, its scabbard flowing with cloud-patterned light.

Her waterfall-like black hair was no longer loose but tied high with a jade hairpin, pulled into a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth, full forehead and swan-like elegant neck.

On that stunningly beautiful face, there was less of the cloud-like softness, and more of the mountain-like firmness and composure. Her brows were radiant, her gaze clear and bright like a mountain spring, yet it contained the wisdom of understanding the world and a hidden sharpness.

Valiant and heroic, a woman who does not yield to men! She was like a peerless heroine walking the Jianghu, acting on her own terms!

Yao Delong looked at the woman before him, who had a completely different temperament yet was equally stunning, and was dazed for a moment, before a name escaped his lips:

"Ru... Young Miss Ruoning?!"

Yun Ruoning looked at his expression of astonishment mixed with confusion, and thinking of his identity as someone who stirred up the world, she couldn't help but laugh "puchi," a smile like ice melting and snow thawing, sunlight breaking through the clouds, with a rare touch of playfulness:

"What do you call me? Benefactor Yao?"

Yao Delong was stunned by her question and subconsciously nodded, repeating:

"Young Miss Ruoning..." He had not yet fully recovered from the awkwardness of having just recovered from serious injuries and being in a woman's carriage.

"Hmph!" Yun Ruoning crossed her arms over her chest, the flowing cloud scabbard hanging at her waist swaying slightly with the movement. She lifted her chin slightly, her stunning face showing an extremely vivid, tsundere expression,

"I went to such great lengths, even taking out my bottom-of-the-box treasure just to drag you back from the gates of hell, and you just call me 'Young Miss Ruoning'? Benefactor Yao, isn't that too distant?" Her tone clearly carried the implication of "I am very dissatisfied, come coax me."

Yao Delong was even more bewildered and tentatively asked: "Then... Young Miss Yun?"

Yun Ruoning immediately puffed out her cheeks, looking at him with a "you are hopeless" reproachful expression, stretched out her slender jade finger, and pointed at Yao Delong from the air:

"When you are out of this carriage and in front of outsiders, you call me Young Miss Yun; that is etiquette, and I cannot fault you for that. But..."

She changed the subject, a flash of slyness in her bright eyes, "Now you are in my White Cloud Merchant Guild's caravan, lying in my carriage, and you even ate one of my eighth-rank Divine Pills! Tell me, what should you call me?"

Yao Delong was a bit confused by this "Soul-searching question" and subconsciously lifted a corner of the carriage curtain with his fingertip, glancing outside. He saw the caravan stopped in front of a mountain pass checkpoint, where several Disciples wearing the Nine Nether Sect's signature black and red attire and possessing sinister auras were holding two portraits and conducting routine questioning with the caravan leader, Cang Bai.

On the bulletin board standing next to the checkpoint, two wanted posters were exceptionally striking—one was the ferocious-looking "Mad Extreme Old Devil," and the other was none other than the gaunt, sinister Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator he had previously disguised himself as! Next to the portraits, it was written: "Suffer from serious injuries, must capture"!