25: What do you think I did?

Su Qinger's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She suddenly sat up, looking around.

This was an extremely spacious and elegant bedchamber; the furnishings within the hall were few, yet each was a masterpiece.

Where is this?

Memories from before her unconsciousness slowly began to surface: Tingxue Pavilion, Xu Ying, spirit-bewitching incense, and finally... that white figure.

Jiang Chen!

Su Qinger's heart tightened abruptly, and she quickly lowered her head to inspect her body.

Her gauze dress was intact, and she immediately inspected her internal self; the spiritual energy within her body flowed smoothly, the strange incense poison had long been completely cleared, her primordial yin was stable, with no signs of any loss.

She... was completely unharmed.

Su Qinger was stunned, a complex and unexplainable emotion welling up in her heart.

She had originally thought that falling into Jiang Chen's hands would not be much better than falling into Xu Ying's hands.

After all, in Lin Fan brother's description, Jiang Chen was a Devil Head even more despicable and shameless than Xu Ying.

But he did nothing.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door to the bedchamber was gently pushed open.

Jiang Chen walked in slowly. He wore a loose-fitting black robe, his long hair casually draped, giving him less of the Saint's usual gravitas and more of a lazy, casual air.

He held a white jade tray in his hand, on which rested a steaming cup of tea.

"Awake?" He placed the teacup on the table, his voice calm.

Su Qinger subconsciously clutched the blanket, her body tense, watching him warily. "Where is this? What do you intend to do by bringing me here?"

"Holy Son Peak, my bedchamber."

Jiang Chen pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea. "As for what I intend to do... Young Miss Su, what do you think a man usually intends to do when he brings an unconscious beauty back to his room?"

His words carried a hint of flirtatiousness, yet his eyes were clear.

Su Qinger's cheeks flushed crimson, both embarrassed and annoyed. "You... shameless!"

"Compared to Xu Ying, who tried to use spirit-bewitching incense for ill intent in broad daylight, my verbal shamelessness should be nothing, right?" Jiang Chen took a sip of tea, saying unhurriedly.

Su Qinger was choked by his words.

Indeed, compared to Xu Ying's beastly actions, Jiang Chen's verbal teasing could almost be called gentlemanly.

But she still couldn't understand.

"Why did you save me?" She couldn't help but ask, "We..."

"What about us?" Jiang Chen seemed not to understand. "Young Miss Su, it's better not to overthink things."

Su Qinger's heart paused, and she didn't speak.

"As for why I saved you." Jiang Chen put down his teacup and looked up at her. "Firstly, you are my invited guest. If something happened on my territory, and it got out, where would my Hongtian Saint Son's Face be placed?"

"Secondly." He paused, his voice deepening slightly. "I simply found that idiot Xu Ying an eyesore."

This reason was simple, direct, and full of Jiang Chen's arrogance.

Su Qinger was silent.

She found that she couldn't fully comprehend the man before her. His actions were capricious, both righteous and evil, completely defying conventional reasoning.

Her Nine Orifice Exquisite Heart, at this moment, also conveyed a strange sensation.

When facing Jiang Chen, she could feel the terrifying power on him, like an abyss and a sea, and a detached indifference, but she did not feel the pure malice and venom that Lin Fan spoke of.

Instead, when near him, her heartbeat would inexplicably quicken, and she even... didn't reject his presence as much.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall fell into a subtle silence, a violent spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly came from outside, accompanied by a cold reprimand.

"Those who trespass on Holy Son Peak shall die!"

It was Jiang Jiu's voice.

Su Qinger's expression changed; she sensed another aura, it was her Guardian!

"It's Uncle Wang and Elder Li!" She anxiously looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen showed no surprise on his Face. He stood up and walked out unhurriedly.

Su Qinger didn't care about much else and quickly threw off the blanket to follow him out.

When she walked out of the bedchamber, she saw the two Guardian Elders of her Su family currently being suppressed by a ghostly figure shrouded in a black robe, utterly unable to fight back.

That black-robed person was naturally Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu had no weapon in his hand, only his hands moved like afterimages. Each strike carried a chilling aura of death, forcing the two Elders, who were both Eighth Realm Mahayana Middle Stage, to retreat repeatedly, looking disheveled and miserable.

"Young Miss!"

The two Elders saw Su Qinger emerge from Jiang Chen's bedchamber. Although her clothes were neat, her expression was somewhat dazed, and their eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

"Wicked beast! What did you do to my Young Miss! I'll fight you to the death!"

Uncle Wang roared, his aura surging, about to unleash a desperate secret technique.

"Stop!" Su Qinger hastily cried out, "Uncle Wang, Elder Li, you've misunderstood! It was the Saint who... he saved me!"

At these words, the two Elders were stunned.

Saved you?

We tracked your aura all the way to the Saint's bedchamber, and now you're telling us he saved you?

Oh, my Young Miss, have you been controlled by some demonic art of this Devil Head?

"Young Miss, don't be afraid! With us here, we will surely protect you!" Elder Li said urgently, clearly not believing Su Qinger's words.

"Everything I said is true!" Su Qinger was both anxious and angry. She knew the current scene could easily lead to misunderstanding, but she couldn't openly speak about Xu Ying's ill intentions towards her in front of everyone.

That, after all, concerned her purity and reputation.

She could only cast a pleading gaze towards Jiang Chen, who was watching the scene unfold.

"Holy Son Jiang, please... make them stop. This is truly a misunderstanding."

Her voice even carried a hint of coquetry, though she herself didn't notice it.

Jiang Chen looked at her anxious appearance; this was precisely the effect he wanted.

"Jiang Jiu, step back." He waved his hand lazily.

Jiang Jiu's figure flashed, silently retreating into the shadows behind Jiang Chen, as if he had never appeared.

The pressure on the two Elders lightened, and they quickly rushed to Su Qinger's side, shielding her behind them, watching Jiang Chen warily.

"Young Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Su Qinger shook her head, a mix of emotions in her heart.

She looked at Jiang Chen and gracefully curtsied. "For today's events, thank you, Saint, for your timely intervention. Qinger... owes you a favor."

"No need for favors." Jiang Chen waved his hand. "As I said, I just found Xu Ying an eyesore. Also, I don't like others trespassing on my territory. This time, for your Face, I won't hold it against them, but there won't be a next time."

His gaze swept over the two Guardians, his eyes calm, yet it made the two long-renowned Elders feel a tremor in their hearts.

"Since your guards have arrived, I presume you don't need me to escort you. Please leave."

Jiang Chen issued an order to leave, then turned and walked back into the bedchamber, truly not giving them another glance.

Su Qinger looked at his departing back, opening her mouth, but not knowing what to say.

"Young Miss, let's hurry and go! This is no place to linger!" Uncle Wang urged quickly.

Su Qinger nodded, and under the escort of the two Elders, left Holy Son Peak with a belly full of questions and jumbled thoughts.

Is this man truly the same despicable villain that Lin Fan brother spoke of?