Fortunately, Ning Feiyan was skilled in the art of Gu Technique, and her collection of Demon Butterflies was diverse, including some rare butterflies capable of mending Divine Sense. While treating Wen Hanwei’s injuries, Ning Feiyan couldn’t help but feel a sense of strangeness. She remembered that within Tian Gan Mountain, there were few Demon monsters that could damage a person’s Divine Sense. So, what had the Taixuan Nine Classics encountered exactly? Among the three, why was it that only she had her Divine Sense devoured? Although filled with doubts, Ning Feiyan did not voice them within the cave. After checking Wen Hanwei’s pulse, she saw that Wen Hanwei’s breath was gradually stabilizing and probably wouldn’t take long to awaken. A thought suddenly struck her, and she turned to Ye Lian, saying, "Although the cave is spacious, the monsters in the mountains can still detect the bloody stench on you. I must trouble you, Miss Ye, to come with me to find some bamboo grass that conceals scents. We should burn it in the cave so as to confuse the noses of those monsters." Ye Lian didn’t object to this suggestion and was about to leave with her, but Jiachen by her side reached out to hold her back: "You are injured, shall I go instead?" Wind blew across the desolate mountains, casting a lonely and cold shadow. The ownerless wilderness was overgrown with rampant weeds, and the ancient trees with sky-reaching boughs twisted with numerous deformed roots and vines, nearly covered by wild vegetation. The moss-covered mountain path teemed with colorful venomous snakes and insects skulking through the desolate grass. Jiachen’s snow-white kasaya did seem somewhat out of place in this fog-enshrouded, chill night world. He seemed to exude an extremely peaceful and tranquil aura, keeping the nearby insects and venomous snakes at bay. Following behind Ning Feiyan, he carefully distinguished the bamboo grass amidst the wild plants. Ning Feiyan cast a sidelong glance at him, commenting, "Little monk, your clothes are really clean." Jiachen, under a clump of coarse vines, found two stalks of bamboo grass, carefully wrapped them up after a light sniff, and hid them in his sleeve. The monk raised an eyebrow in a smile, saying, "Ah Lian dislikes blood. I had a lot of blood on my clothes a few days ago. If I didn’t wash them thoroughly, I feared Ah Lian would be unhappy." It seemed that Ning Feiyan’s true intention was not to find the bamboo grass. After walking a short distance, she found a comfortable position and lazily leaned against a tree, her casual gaze scanning Jiachen. With his sharp eyes and handsome features, the monk stood in the night exuding elegance, resembling those banished Immortals from the Mortal World stories. His elongated shadow stretched across the wilderness, exuding unparalleled, muted grace. This must be a superior physique nurtured since childhood; no wonder Ye Lian was so determined to protect him like a treasure. Under normal circumstances, encountering someone of such status and appearance would have surely provoked Ning Feiyan into a flirtatious banter. But either the monk’s demeanor was too ascetic, or his features too androgynous; despite his flawless face, Ning Feiyan found it hard to take any interest. As she watched him, her thoughts inevitably drifted to that foolish cat. Comparing the two, she suddenly felt that the other fellow was indeed more attractive. Enduring such rude scrutiny for a long time, Jiachen’s composure was impeccable, with no sign of impoliteness on his face: "Did Miss deliberately draw this humble monk out tonight?" Ning Feiyan didn’t deny it: "I’m very curious, what kind of monk could compel the venerable Taixuan Nine Classics to defy temple orders and venture into the Demon World to save you?" Jiachen’s gaze fell, his demeanor growing inexplicably colder: "Miss is curious about that, and so is this humble monk. What kind of monk am I, really?" On hearing this, Ning Feiyan was slightly startled, but then she laughed: "I don’t care whether your party lives or dies. Before coming to Tian Gan Mountain, I promised someone I would take your life." Without fear or anger on his face, Jiachen calmly reasoned: "As the fourth of Mohe, if you wanted to kill me, in these mountains, I’m afraid no one could stop you." Ning Feiyan’s gaze deepened as she looked at him, and she flashed a smile: "You’re quite amusing, monk." Despite her smile, Jiachen truly sensed her murderous intent. With a melancholic sigh, he asked, "May I inquire as to the reason for his murder?" Jiachen didn’t ask who had sent her to kill him; he obviously already knew. Ning Feiyan stood clear from the ancient tree, the treetop just barely revealing the purple wings of a Demon Butterfly fluttering deceptively. She approached slowly, her smile carrying a taunting edge: "Once I kill you, after you die, I will skin you piece by piece and fit it onto him. Now, what do you suppose his purpose is?" Jiachen was silent for a while, seemingly lost in thought, before his fingers lightly twirled a string of prayer beads. Then he pulled out his usual portable board and charcoal pencil from the sleeves. Seeing him ready to write, Ning Feiyan asked curiously, "What are you doing?" Jiachen replied: "I am writing down some of my daily habits, to help him impersonate me better, so as not to let Ah Lian discover the truth too easily, as it would sadden her." Not struggling even a little bit? Ning Feiyan’s smile grew wider: "It’s late; why bother with such futility? He grew up with you on Nanze Mountain and has been by your side every day. I think even Ye Lian does not understand your habits as well as he does." Jiachen paused for a long time, silently putting down the paper and pencil, then said with a faint smile: "If you hadn’t mentioned it, I might have nearly forgotten that period of time." The dark blade flashed silently and lightly, touching the center of Jiachen’s chest. Ning Feiyan asked: "Do you truly not wish to resist?" Exhaling slowly, Jiachen responded: "It is because of my own carelessness that she ended up . Although I am unwilling to accept it, I cannot protect her now, but I can save Su Xi." Ning Feiyan was taken aback by his resolute attitude, quite the contrast to Su Xi’s. Su Xi’s love turned into hatred, while the monk could sacrifice his love. It’s probably for this reason that Su Xi could never become someone Ye Lian was willing to die for. "Aren’t you worried that Ye Lian, after learning the truth, will be consumed by grief?" Jiachen smiled: "As fish cannot live without water, water without fish is still water." Ning Feiyan raised an eyebrow: "There’s really nothing else to say." With a casual flick of the blade in her hand, a fine line of red blood shot forth, piercing Jiachen from front to back, as warm blood trickled down among the dry leaves. Ning Feiyan acted swiftly, not seeking to torture, yet Jiachen still felt a twinge of pain, involuntarily furrowing his brows. His clear, jade-like eyes began to dim, soon shrouded by an ominous glimmer of death. His eyes grew exceedingly dark in the night, as if capable of swallowing all life. He knelt in the thick bed of forest leaves, the crushing sound frail and brittle. As Ning Feiyan indifferently withdrew her blade, his body leaned forward and fell, never to rise again. Ning Feiyan methodically sheathed the demonic blade and took a thinner, more delicate, cicada-wing-like blade from her Qiankun Bag, lamenting: "Killing is my forte, but skinning and body-snatching techniques are hardly as good as Sikong’s." The moonlight was like a silvery ribbon, the blood vividly crimson; between heaven and earth, there was only desolation. Ning Feiyan twirled the blood-stained silver blade in her hand. Beneath her feet, within the pile of fallen leaves, Jiachen’s body was no longer there, leaving only a soon-to-frost bloodstain clinging amid the withered leaves, speaking silently of desolation. Her gaze shifted suddenly, and she bent down to pick up the two blood-stained stalks of bamboo grass next to the pile of leaves and sighed: "The little monk seems more obedient than Su Xi, what a pity to die just like that." Yet no matter how regrettable it was, such a sincere and good Buddhist child could not be used by her. After securing the bamboo grass, she was about to head back to the cave. Ning Feiyan had just stood up when from the depths of the woods, where the moonlight cast a slanted glow, an ethereal and slender figure had appeared. Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes, a trace of danger subtly flashing in them.