"It seems you haven't taken my words to heart!" Daoist Fuyue's oppressive aura was quickly released.
"You dare to use her to threaten me!"
The Holy Lord laughed triumphantly, "I know that Wei Qinghe is your weakness. If I capture Wei Qinghe, it's the same as capturing you. Wei Qinghe is the only bloodline of the Eternal Heavenly Venerable. You wouldn't dare to gamble with Wei Qinghe!"
The Holy Lord not only took Fuyue Daozun's words to heart, but also made a point of doing so.
They believed that capturing Wei Qinghe meant controlling the throat of Daoist Fuyue.
"Fuyue, if you know what's good for you, kneel down immediately!"
He continued, even more arrogantly and smugly: "Kneel before me, submit to me, cut off your own arm, and willingly offer up your spiritual root and body!"
The sword in Fuyue Daozun's hand emitted a buzzing sound, and the power of ice elemental energy flashed around him like sword qi.
"You're wrong. Wei Qinghe is not my weakness."
He paused, and the ground beneath his feet rapidly froze, spreading at breakneck speed—a vast expanse of ice!
"Wei Qinghe is my Achilles' heel. Anyone who touches my weakness will die, and anyone who touches my Achilles' heel will be annihilated!"
The freezing of ten thousand miles of ice rapidly depletes physical and mental strength, but its power is unmatched.
At least, at this moment, the Holy Lord could not resist.
"No, no, this is impossible..."
The Holy Lord's legs were also frozen, and the power of the ice element was still rising.
The ice sword clones multiply from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and so on, until they become millions...
The Frozen Ice Sword Technique descended violently, its ferocious power seemingly capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
Sword energy rained down in a flurry.
Wei Qinghe was almost knocked unconscious by the smell of rotten fish and shrimp.
She calmly combined the formation and sword technique again, and added a few spirit talismans. As thousands of sword energies fell outside, she also used the [Heavenly Origin Ice Condensation Technique + Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin] technique.
Two bursts of sword energy erupted one after the other; the Ice Condensation Sword Technique was crystal clear, and the sword energy shimmered like jade.
Wei Qinghe had just leaped out when she saw the Holy Lord's body explode from the impact of the Frozen Sword Qi.
The ground was littered with rotten flesh and a pile of broken ice, making the stench even worse.
Although Fuyue Daozun's move was decisive and ruthless, it was very satisfying to watch.
Wei Qinghe looked at Daoist Fuyue. The cold wind blew his black hair and robes, giving him the appearance of a god descending to earth.
"The Venerable Lord Fuyue is mighty! The Venerable Lord Fuyue is mighty!"
As guests of the Hehuan Pavilion, the cultivators immediately switched sides.
"What sects are you all from? Come and register with Lingzong Siyou." Daoist Fuyue elegantly sheathed his sword. "This concerns the demons, so I hope everyone will cooperate. I believe none of you want to see me draw my sword when I don't like it!"
None of the cultivators dared to utter a word of dissent; they all wanted to distance themselves from the situation as quickly as possible. Naturally, they had to cooperate fully and prove their innocence as soon as possible.
"Yes, yes, we will definitely cooperate, we will definitely cooperate..." Many people took the initiative to remove their disguises.
Wei Qinghe had met several of them before, and he didn't know if they were trying to take a shortcut in cultivation or simply looking for fun.
Regardless of the reason, it's not good to let others know.
"Are you alright?" Daoist Fuyue came to Wei Qinghe's side and gently removed a leaf from her hair.
If there were anything on Wei Qinghe's hair in the past, Daoist Fuyue would not have directly removed it, but would have used his spiritual power to blow it away.
He seemed to have become much braver after the incident with the mimosa flower.
He not only fiercely protected Wei Qinghe, but also publicly told everyone that Wei Qinghe was his Achilles' heel.
Those who defy the law will be annihilated, their very soul destroyed!
"I'm fine, how about you?" Wei Qinghe looked up at Daoist Fuyue. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but the way she looked at Daoist Fuyue seemed very different from before.
His eyes used to be deep and clear, like stars in the dark night.
But at this moment, his eyes were still as beautiful as stars, yet they seemed to contain something she couldn't understand but was very happy about.
It's an indescribable, yet undeniably joyful feeling.
The unique fragrance emanating from the girl caused the poison that Daoist Fuyue had managed to suppress to flare up again in an instant.
The girl's every smile and gesture, especially her cherry-red lips, captivated and enchanted him.
With difficulty, Daoist Fuyue averted his gaze and hurriedly left under an excuse.
"I'll leave this place to you for now; I have some things to take care of."
Wei Qinghe found it very strange. He was clearly so worried about her just now, and it was obvious that he treated her very well, but the next second he was in such a hurry to leave, as if he was deliberately avoiding her.
Could it be my imagination, or was he actually... well, maybe it really was just the love of an elder for a younger generation?
I felt a little sour inside.
Fuyue Daozun, who was only eight years older than Wei Qinghe, was running away because of the effects of the Hehuan Flower, but Wei Qinghe misunderstood him.
If it weren't for the fact that Wei Qinghe's cultivation level was a concern, even Daoist Fuyue would have wanted to show his true intentions.
With trepidation, Wei Qinghe and Fang Buwei temporarily settled the rescued people, planning to send them away once things were resolved here.
Upon receiving the message, Qiao Luoning and the other disciples of the Spirit Sect immediately rushed over.
The Holy Lord has been operating here for many years, so his treasure vault almost blinded the eyes of Qiao Luoning and the other sword cultivators.
"This must be a fourth-tier spiritual plant."
"This must be a beast crystal from a seventh-tier magical beast."
"So many precious medicinal herbs."
"So many rare materials."
"There are also some high-level spirit beast eggs."
...
The store had all sorts of rare and precious medicinal herbs and spiritual plants, but it had very few spirit stones.
Given the Hehuan Tower's daily profit-making pattern, the spirit stones should be piled up like mountains.
"Does the Holy Lord consume spirit stones? How come there aren't many spirit stones left in such a large Hehuan Tower?"
Qiao Luoning was completely baffled. She was clearly a poor sword cultivator, but ever since Wei Qinghe returned, her Qiankun bag had become bulging, and she was acting like a little rich woman.
The dying madam was thrown down at Wei Qinghe's feet. Lei Wenxuan brought out a chair from somewhere and made Wei Qinghe sit down.
The other disciples of the Ling Sect had all heard that Wei Qinghe had worked incredibly hard alongside Daoist Fuyue to take down the Hehuan Tower.
Their junior sister was not afraid of hardship or fatigue. She solved the problems in Yongquan Village and then came here with Daoist Fuyue to work.
The madam collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. "Spare me! Spare me! We didn't know the Holy Lord was a demon. We were captured by the Holy Lord too..."
Wei Qinghe munched on a fresh spirit fruit and said casually, "You didn't tell me that your Hehuan Pavilion's profits were only this little bit of spirit stones after being captured by that demon, did you? These rare and precious herbs and plants must have been stolen from you by cheating people out of their money, right? Tell me, where does the demon usually hide?"
Despite being a beautiful and seemingly harmless young girl, she possessed a formidable aura that terrified the madam and several key managers of the pleasure house.
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