On the other side, after seeing Murong Liyue and the other two women thrown into the ruins, Sikong Xiu couldn't contain her anxiety and hurriedly came to Qin Luo, forced to put on a fawning smile, her tone somewhat ingratiating:

“Young Master, look, I even gave you my most precious trump card before, and we hadn’t even cultivated for long in that Sea of ​​Seals before you kicked us out. That’s not fair or reasonable. Look at these ruins before us…”

As she spoke, she stole glances at Qin Luo's expression, her eyes full of hints.

Qin Luo glanced at her sideways, his expression indifferent, his voice neither warm nor cold:

"What? Judging from your tone, you're not convinced?"

Sikong Xiu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Qin Luo wanted to monopolize the ruins. She was about to argue when she heard Qin Luo speak again:

"However, according to what you say, this is indeed a bit inhumane. Well, it won't hurt to let you in."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Xiu and the three members of the Illusionary Dream Sect behind him were overjoyed. Unfortunately, their joy was short-lived, as the spiritual energy around Qin Luo, which had been gradually dissipating, surged once more with a thought.

The surging spiritual energy easily tossed the three members of the Illusionary Dream Sect into the ruins entrance as if they were kittens.

Before the three could even utter a cry of alarm, they vanished into the azure light and shadow, enveloped by the powerful spiritual energy. Sikong Xiu was left standing there, stunned, her smile instantly freezing into a comical bewilderment.

If it weren't for the restriction in her mind constantly reminding her of Qin Luo's methods, and the almost suffocating spiritual pressure emanating from him, she would have really wanted to disregard everything and force her way into the ruins, instead of standing here with her eyes wide open, staring at Qin Luo without any threat.

"What...what do you mean by this?"

Sikong Xiu gritted her teeth, forcing out these words, her voice trembling with anger. Her heart was filled with resentment; she couldn't understand why Qin Luo was treating her differently, leaving her alone.

Qin Luo remained calm, glanced at Sikong Xiu indifferently, and said:

“You are different from them. Stay, I still need you.”

"Letting the three of you from the Illusionary Dream Sect go in is already a favor from me. At least you won't be left without even a sip of soup like before. You're going to be my right-hand man from now on. If you go in, do you expect me to take care of every fly in the ground later?"

Sikong Xiu was so angry at these words that she trembled all over. Her already exquisite body shook with anger, her pretty face turned red, and she bit her lips tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Filled with resentment, yet knowing full well that she was powerless against Qin Luo, the pent-up frustration surged through her chest, almost overwhelming her reason.

Qin Luo seemed oblivious to Sikong Xiu's anger, calmly gazing into the distance where light and shadow had already appeared, and several figures were rapidly approaching.

His expression was calm, but then, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Sikong Xiu and asked in a low voice:

"By the way, what's your name again?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Xiu's anger flared even higher. She gritted her teeth, her cheeks bulging from the effort, and she practically forced out the words:

"Sikong Xiu!"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.

After receiving the answer, Qin Luo nodded, then yawned, a nonchalant look on his face.

"Sikong Xiu, right? Go on, let me see your strength. It's your turn to make a move."

After speaking, he casually pointed his slender finger at the light and shadow that had already appeared not far away.

At this moment, those figures became increasingly clear, and they were surrounded by dense spiritual energy, clearly indicating that the newcomers were no ordinary people.

"You! You...you really see me, Sikong Xiu, as a henchman you use?!"

Sikong Xiu's almond-shaped eyes widened, filled with rage. Her delicate body trembled violently with anger, and her voice rose, carrying an uncontrollable sense of humiliation that echoed through the icy snow.

Ignoring her intense emotional turmoil, Qin Luo remained indifferent and spoke again, but this time, his voice was completely cold:

“I don’t want to repeat myself. Back then, in that desperate situation, I saved your life, and you agreed to serve me for a period of time. It was a mutually agreeable and mutually agreeable arrangement. How can it now seem like I’m forcing you?”

After speaking, Qin Luo narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze shooting towards Sikong Xiu, the chill in his eyes sending shivers down one's spine.

"If you're smart enough to follow my arrangements, I might be able to let you stay close behind and reap some benefits in this year's university competition. But if you really wear down my patience, ha..."

Hearing this emotionless voice, Sikong Xiu bit her lower lip so hard that it bled slightly.

She was filled with anger and resentment, but faced with Qin Luo's forceful words and unquestionable gaze, she dared not lash out easily.

Recalling how this man had helped her when she was on the verge of death, she had indeed made a promise to serve him in order to survive. Now, he was using that promise to force her, and she was powerless to refute it, nor could she.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air between the two.

After a moment, Sikong Xiu finally succumbed to Qin Luo's increasingly cold gaze.

Filled with resentment and bitterness, he let out a cold snort filled with humiliation.

She then suddenly turned around, her spiritual energy surging out and enveloping her figure before she shot off towards the distant, menacing figure.

In no time, spiritual energy filled the icy plains, and light shimmered in the sunlight.

Wherever Sikong Xiu passed, the ice was shattered by the powerful spiritual energy, turning into countless ice shards. She was like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for those who came.

Seeing that someone was attacking them, those people quickly activated their spiritual energy and prepared for battle.

As soon as the two sides made contact, the sounds of fierce fighting echoed across the ice field incessantly.

A series of spiritual energy martial arts techniques crisscrossed, some like sharp blades piercing through, others like torrents crashing down, tearing the surrounding ice surface into countless holes.

Qin Luo paid no attention to Sikong Xiu's intention to engage in battle. Instead, he turned around unhurriedly and strode toward the entrance of the ruins.

Beside the entrance stood a huge rock, its surface smooth and flat, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the icy sunlight.

Qin Luo sat imposingly on a rock, his posture upright. His gaze was fixed on the summit of a snow-capped mountain in the far distance, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Heh, you really have patience. But you do have some skills; you even put a bit of pressure on me, but it's just pressure..."