"Are we going down the mountain? Is Senior Brother going?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu's heart stirred with excitement, and she couldn't contain herself at all. The inexperienced Luo Jiu was completely unaware that needing Yan Ze's help was an extremely dangerous matter.

"Of course I'll go...but..."

Looking into Luo Jiu's eyes, it's really hard to say no.

Whether he goes or not is none of your business, but you can't go anyway.

Yan Ze's extremely ruthless words were like a blow to the head, waking Luo Jiu up.

How could I forget? There's this old fox here too.

Luo Jiu covered her mouth, ran over to Yan Ze in a few steps, and reached out her small hand to tug at Yan Ze's sleeve.

"Master, Master... please take me with you..."

Green Tea Rule #2: When asking for favors, use a sweet and gentle voice, and always act like a tease.

Luo Jiu's voice was like a small feather, flying to Yan Ze's heart, floating around in his heart, making him feel a tickle in his chest.

He frowned, staring intently at the fluffy little head in front of him.

He knew that the face behind his lowered head was definitely not as delicate as it appeared now.

Who knows what wicked scheme is lurking in those bright, lively eyes? Her soft, feigned weakness is just a ploy to get me to take her down the mountain.

But... that long-dormant heart just wouldn't listen to its will...

That's all...

"It's dangerous down the mountain, didn't Zhao Bai tell you?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu immediately raised her head.

A pair of bright, sparkling eyes unexpectedly met Yan Ze's gaze.

"It's okay! I can protect myself!"

After saying that, he let go of Yan Ze's sleeve and ran to Wen Zhaobai's side in three quick steps.

"Senior Brother, I've already reached the Golden Core stage! Isn't that amazing!"

Wen Zhaobai said something and affectionately patted Luo Jiu's head, making Luo Jiu laugh.

It truly is a scene of harmony within the sect.

Seeing the two so intimate, like a close-knit couple, made Yan Ze feel extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted to tear the scene in front of him apart.

"cough!"

He feigned a light cough, immediately drawing their attention.

"Master?"

Seeing his eldest disciple looking at him with concern, Yan Ze felt even more despicable.

For some reason, that malice kept lingering in his mind today, and was amplified by the slightest bit of displeasure.

They even came up with ideas of destruction and destruction.

Yan Ze concealed all of this well, putting his hands behind his back and calmly saying:

"Go and prepare to go down the mountain tomorrow."

"yes."

Wen Zhaobai clasped his hands in a fist salute, responded, and then left.

Luo Jiu had it tough too. In order to complete the game, she didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to strengthen their relationship, so she quickly followed along.

In the end, only Yan Ze remained in the vast palace.

He slowly sat down, looked down at the book he hadn't finished reading, flipped through several pages, but couldn't get a single word into his mind.

"My lord, what troubles you?"

The large black eagle named "Yu" appeared inside the main hall at some unknown time.

Yan Ze did not respond, not even raising his head, and continued to stare at the book in front of him.

"Why did you agree to go down the mountain, Master? Your spiritual power has clearly not recovered yet."

Although Yu had followed Yan Ze for hundreds of years, he still couldn't see through the man in front of him.

"Could it be because of that little girl?"

Yu flapped his wings and continued:

"Taking that little girl down the mountain is a good thing. At least in a crisis, you can restore your spiritual power through her, right?"

Yu didn't understand; it could see Yan Ze's displeasure, but it couldn't comprehend it.

It's unclear which sentence struck a nerve with Yan Ze, but he finally raised his head, his beautiful eyebrows furrowing in impatience.

"That's not the reason."

Yan Ze stood up, as if he were running away from something, and quickly left the hall.

Back in his bedroom, Yan Ze suddenly felt uneasy. An overwhelming feeling of unease made him tense, and he quickly regulated his internal energy.

Why did it come so fiercely this time?

Yan Ze was surrounded by black energy, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the black energy between his brows could not be hidden.

"Stop struggling, Immortal Venerable Yanze. Humans have desires, and there's nothing wrong with following your heart."

A voice appeared in Yan Ze's ear, a demonic sound that entwined him, as if tempting him to jump into that endless abyss.

"Immortal Venerable Yanze, you seem to treat that woman somewhat differently..."

A black cloud of mist suddenly appeared beside Yan Ze's ear, revealing a mouth with a malicious smile.

Yan Ze stirred slightly upon hearing this.

Even though they knew it was this evil spirit that was shaking their minds, they still felt emotionally affected when they heard that name.

He had only met Luo Jiu a few times, and Luo Jiu had only recently become his disciple. Why did he feel a sense of déjà vu upon hearing this name, and why did an indescribable flutter well up in his heart?

"Ha, Immortal Venerable Yanze, you wouldn't have developed immoral feelings for your disciple, would you?"

"That's utterly ridiculous! Who would have thought that the virtuous and refined Immortal Venerable Yanze would have such thoughts about his disciple?"

Seeing that the name "Luo Jiu" had a great influence on Yan Ze, the black aura did not let go of such a good opportunity, and the voice kept swirling in Yan Ze's mind.

"But it's alright, I'm not exactly a respectable person. If you want her, I can help you."

"You don't like the idea of ​​your eldest disciple being close to that little girl, do you? No problem, I can help you resolve that."

“I will help you get her without anyone finding out. That way, you will still be the number one cultivator in the sect, the revered and worshipped Yan Ze.”

"Yan Ze, oh Yan Ze... You've trapped me for so long, yet you can't kill me, and instead you've damaged your own body. If you make a deal with me, I can help you get everything you want..."

"What's so great about being a revered cultivator? It's much better to be as comfortable and carefree as I am..."

The black mist swirled around Yan Ze, as if determined to force him to relent. Now, without his magic, Yan Ze was at his weakest. If they could just make him waver, then…

He was free!

Yan Ze closed his eyes, mobilizing all his mental energy to resist the black mist that entered his ears.

He cannot back down, otherwise all his efforts over the years will be for naught.

He had recited the "Qingxin Jing" hundreds of times, and finally a faint white light appeared between his depleted meridians, eventually converging into a beam of light that enveloped Yan Ze.

"cough!"

Yan Ze clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his unfocused eyes gradually refocusing. A lingering anxiety remained between his brows.

-That demon's spiritual power has increased dramatically recently, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

Yan Ze got out of bed, staggered to the desk, activated the mechanism, and slowly walked towards the secret room.