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titled "The WarmEmbrace of Care: A Chapter of Healing and Trust"

In the chamber's serene embrace, Chen Ning tenderly administered the healing pills to the delicate Su Ling'er. Yet, due to her injuries from the confrontation with the Martial Saint-grade fighter, her recovery was not as swift as one would hope.

"Mysterious... I thought even if I don't spring back to health immediately, I should at least be able to move about more freely... But..." Chen Ning muttered to himself, his gaze lingering on Su Ling'er's frail form, cradled in his arms as though she were a fragile porcelain doll.

Discreetly, Su Ling'er's slender form was confined within a thin, emerald-green translucent robe that clung too closely, a situation that could have caused some awkwardness. However, the sight of her pert, youthful figure within this robe was a far cry from the statuesque vision of Xiao Ming'er's voluptuous form, or the ethereal elegance of Meng Yu Yi's majestic presence. Yet, even in her modest attire, Chen Ning could still discern the hidden contours beneath the fabric—a testament to inherent charm.

Chen Ning, despite the allure, managed to maintain his composure. He was determined to bide his time, for an advance would be premature, especially considering Su Ling'er's current vulnerability.

Moreover, taking advantage of someone's weakness was the epitome of savagery. As he bathed her in concern, Chen Ning was reminded of his duty to protect her without succumbing to inappropriate desires.

Minutes turned into hours as Chen Ning carefully undressed Su Ling'er and helped her into a prepared wooden tub filled with water and fragrant blossoms floating upon the surface.

It felt as if an eternity had passed, but the task was finally complete. Wrapping Su Ling'er in a soft blanket, Chen Ning placed her back onto the bed. With the scene cleaned up, Su Ling'er had already drifted into a peaceful slumber, the bitter taste of her wounds seemingly succumbing to the healing potion.

Observing Su Ling'er's rosy cheeks and knowing the injury had been fully cured, Chen Ning guessed that his young charge had only feigned her weakness to cope with the emotional strain of his recent close contact with the other women of his life. Her low cultivation level, coupled with her sense of inferiority, must have fueled her insecurities.

Gently caressing her smooth cheek, Chen Ning whispered, "You're a傻瓜 (idiot), but no matter how I change in the future, I will always treat you with the same care and respect you deserve..."

As Su Ling'er, unaware, draped an unconscious leg over Chen Ning's, he accidentally lost his balance and fell onto the bed. The night had waned, and on the bedside, the incense burned slowly.

As dawn approached, Lan Yuqing, the young servant, brought breakfast and pastries, its scent mingling with the sweet aroma of the previous night. The sight of Chen Ning's bare chest as he washed his face, and the sight of Su Ling'er peacefully sleeping beside him, sent a flush to her cheeks.

"Lady... Master... I didn't see a thing! I'm just here to deliver the food..." Lan Yuqing stammered, her basket shielding her face but not entirely obscuring the tantalizing view of Chen Ning's muscular chest.

The image played over and over in her mind, the thought of perhaps catching the master's eye, as she, too, favored a delicate figure, filled her with a thrilling hope.

"Put it over there, there's no need to trouble yourself," Chen Ning replied, his thoughts momentarily straying to the idea of seeking solace in the antics of his predecessor, Liang Kun, but quickly dismissing the thought as inappropriate.

After placing the basket down, Lan Yuqing hurriedly exited the room, her face burning with愧 (embarrassment).

For the following few days, Su Ling'er fully recovered from her injuries. The rebellion of the Marquis of Li was quelled, and the Tian Luo Dynasty had gained a significant advantage.

However, the events of these days were overshadowed by a shockwave that rippled through the realm of cultivation. The reconciliation between the Xun Long Academy and the Xian Le Palace had caused a stir.

The news spread like wildfire across the land of Qian Zhou. In the halls of the Yan Luo Sacred宗, the Yan Luo Holy Master, with closed eyes and a thoughtful expression, learned of the recent developments in Qian Zhou.

Upon hearing of the alliance, the master's eyes snapped open, a flicker of concern crossing his features. The current Xun Long Academy's leader was a creature of power and cunning, a being among beings, he had thought after a harrowing encounter that cost him dearly.

The sudden blossoming of an alliance between two powers that had not been on speaking terms for eight centuries was too sudden, too unexpected... Yet, it carried an ominous feeling, implying that this era of the Xun Long Academy might be on the cusp of a meteoric rise, fueled by a surge of destiny.