It was ridiculous that for a moment he actually thought that his master wanted him to show off in front of Shen Xinghuai and Luo Xuanyin.

In fact, it is more for herself, right?

"Junior Brother Jiu Ming, don't pay any attention to him. Master is willing to personally teach you the secret method and give you his own Shadow Sword. That means that in Master's heart, you are different from the rest of us."

Although Ling Xuewei also wanted to be respected by her master, she always felt that all disciples in the sect should be the same.

Is he different in Master's heart...?

Oh!

It’s indeed different from them!

After all, in the master's heart, they are just cauldrons, and he is the most important step on her way to becoming an immortal. How could he be the same as them?

Kill him to prove his truth and ascend to heaven. Who else in this world could be more vicious than Shen Qianyue?

"Yes, Senior Sister."

Looking at the thin and well-behaved little junior brother in front of her, Ling Xuewei also hoped that he could live longer in front of his master.

They all understood clearly that if they could not withstand the master's absorption of essence, they would die.

People often die in the sect, and most of them are male disciples. They have become accustomed to it.

Female disciples will only be punished by the Master if they make mistakes.

But if a female disciple wants to practice dual cultivation with a male disciple, Master will allow it.

"Junior Brother Jiu Ming, I see that Master is seriously injured today. Please bring some medicine to Master later."

"good."

Ling Xuewei left after giving a few instructions, leaving Zhou Hechuan and Si Jiuming here.

Zhou Hechuan glared at Si Jiu Ming fiercely.

"Bah! A lowly demon creature still dreams of gaining Master's favor!"

"Humph, the demons are lowly, they only know how to seduce the world, and now they even don't let Senior Sister go!"

Zhou Hechuan thought about how his senior sister had just defended Si Jiuming, and felt a surge of resentment in his heart.

I wish I could tear Si Jiuming's face apart.

Doesn't he just have a good-looking and seductive face?

"Senior Brother Hechuan."

A simple and innocent smile appeared on Si Jiuming's face.

"Master's Shadow Sword is indeed very useful. Brother, would you like to try it out?"

Looking at the innocent smile on the boy's face, Zhou Hechuan was distracted for a moment.

This boy actually looks more delicate than a girl!

"What did you say?"

Let him touch Master's Shadow Sword?

Everyone in the sect knows that Master loves the sword as much as his life. Anyone who dares to touch Master's sword will be punished by being struck by lightning.

"Brother Hechuan, don't worry. I will go to Wanyao Pavilion to get medicine for my master later. Brother Hechuan will keep this Yiying Sword for me."

"Wait until I get the medicine back, then I'll ask my senior brother to take it and return it to Master."

Perhaps the smile on the boy's face was too sincere, and Zhou Hechuan actually believed what he said.

This is the magic weapon created personally by the leader of Xuantian Sect!

Who wouldn't want to touch it?

Seeing the young man handing the sword to him respectfully with both hands, Zhou Hechuan didn't think much about it.

He directly took the Shadow Sword from his hand. The moment he held it in his hand, Zhou Hechuan felt the surging power that belonged only to the divine weapon.

His eyes instantly gleamed with excitement.

"You are a sensible boy. After you get the medicine, come to my place to get the sword."

"Yes, take care, brother."

The young man smiled as he watched Zhou Hechuan excitedly leave with the Yiying Sword, and the smile on his face faded little by little.

It finally became gloomy and terrifying.

A flash of red flashed across his eyes.

Evil and sinister.

Is it Zhou Hechuan?

He remembered very clearly how Zhou Hechuan treated him in his previous life.

Zhou Hechuan was a dog raised by Shen Qianyue. He humiliated him terribly, beating and scolding him at every turn as if he were a senior brother, and forcing him to eat manure and sleep in a snake den.

Every event that happened in the past seems to be vivid in my mind.

Now that he has the chance to start over, how could Si Jiu Ming let go of those who bullied him in the past?

Let's just take Zhou Hechuan for a few days today. There's still a lot of time to go, so let's take it slow.

Zhou Hechuan excitedly returned to his residence with the Yiying Sword. Just when he wanted to admire it, he suddenly found that his palm had turned black.

He looked at his palm in horror, then at the Shadow Sword. He didn't know when the Shadow Sword had been poisoned!

“Ugh, ah!!!”

Zhou Hechuan screamed, and the black color on his palm spread rapidly. Wherever it reached, the skin on his body began to fester.

It soon spread to his entire arm and even his face.

It hurts so much!

It hurts so much!

The skin all over his body was rapidly festering. In just a blink of an eye, the originally living person was instantly melted into a pool of blood, and finally turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared completely.

A silver light flew over, and the young man reached out and grasped the Shadow Sword that had returned to normal.

The redness in his eyes dissipated, and Si Jiuming licked the corner of his lips evilly.

It tastes really good.

If he devours a disciple of the Hehuan Sect every day, it won't be long before he can fight against that vicious woman Shen Qianyue, right?

His only wish now is to bring all the experiences he had in his past life back to that vicious woman, and make her wish for neither life nor death!

"Master."

There was a knock on the door.

Si Jiuming took the medicine to Lingyun Pavilion.

Lingyun Pavilion is located on the highest peak of Hehuan Sect. Looking down from Lingyun Pavilion, you can almost see the grand spectacle of clouds and flying cranes.

Surrounded by fairy forests, the waterfall cascades down like thousands of silver threads.

"Come in."

Shen Qianyue was regulating her breathing in the room. The moment she opened the door, Si Jiuming felt a chilly air rushing towards her.

The whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Si Jiuming frowned slightly. This is... Luo Xuanyin's Xuanbing Palm!

Master, is that the Mysterious Ice Palm?

The Mysterious Ice Palm is Luo Xuanyin's famous move. Over the years, almost no one has been able to escape safely from her Mysterious Ice Palm.

Now, even Master can’t escape?

If he had been hit by the Black Ice Palm, he would have died by now.

Since you knew it was the Mysterious Ice Palm, why did you block it for him?

Does she really want to get her own demon bone?

Shen Qianyue was sitting cross-legged on the bed at this moment, with a terrifying chill emanating from her body, and her hands forming seals.

He probably wanted to use his own spiritual energy to offset Luo Xuanyin's Xuanbing Palm.

However, the more she used her spiritual power, the more severe the erosion of the Mysterious Ice Palm became. At this moment, a layer of frost had formed on her brow.

There were also traces of ice on the legs.

The young man stood at the door and looked at her coldly, watching as the ice froze her bit by bit.

It seemed that if this continued, he would kill her.

But isn't it too easy to let her die like this?

"You...don't come over here!"

Shen Qianyue's brows knitted slightly, and she sensed the boy approaching. She endured the biting cold, as if all the blood in her body was frozen.