He Lan Tianxia

"What treasure?" The Pavilion Master asked curiously. Wasn't the only treasure here the Crimson Spirit Spring Water? Could there be something else?

Suddenly, a body lunged at him from behind, startling the Pavilion Master into turning around to dodge. But the icy fingernails, sharpened by the body's movement, grazed his skin, and a trail of crimson blood oozed from the Pavilion Master's neck.

The voice behind him let out a soft "ah," but ultimately didn't fall down. However, the Demon Lord was angry. He straightened his slightly crooked clothes and said with a displeased expression:

"Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." The Demon Lord retaliated with a palm strike, his demonic claw aimed straight at the Pavilion Master. The Pavilion Master dodged, but before he could regain his footing, another exclamation came from behind him from the Demon Lord.

"Oh dear, Ge Bao, you're bleeding."

What's your name? Are we that close? The Pavilion Master felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned around, disgustedly turning away from that androgynous face.

How did he get in? The Pavilion Master was completely baffled.

"Ge Bao, come here, let me stop your bleeding. It's heartbreaking to see." As he spoke, the Demon Lord stretched out his bloodless hand with long fingernails and eagerly hooked it around the Pavilion Master's neck, startling the Pavilion Master so much that he stumbled backward and bumped into the cloth bag.

The Demon Lord wasn't angry at all. He completely ignored the Pavilion Master's reaction and kept chasing after him to help stop the bleeding. The Pavilion Master ran all the way, preventing the Demon Lord from succeeding, but the Demon Lord became more and more obsessed with chasing him, and started playing a game of head-on collision with the Pavilion Master.

The sect leader was furious, but being bound, he could only stand there, glaring angrily at the demon lord without uttering a sound.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord suddenly stopped. Looking at the Pavilion Master's icy face, the passion in his heart seemed to be drenched by ice water. He stared at the bloody scratch on the Pavilion Master's neck, a chill running through him. What angered him most was that he saw only emptiness and disgust in those eyes. The Demon Lord was unconvinced. He snorted and turned his back to the Pavilion Master with a dejected look. However, in a place the Pavilion Master overlooked, the Demon Lord secretly clenched his fist. The Demon Lord made up his mind. He would play the long game to catch a big fish.

The Demon Lord left, leaving only the Pavilion Master and the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring Water behind. The Pavilion Master pondered that he must take the opportunity of the Demon Lord's absence to take the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring Water. He refused to believe that his ten thousand years of cultivation could not defeat a mere cloth bag.

The pavilion master shrank back, thinking he could loosen the tight ropes, but instead of loosening, the ropes tightened even more. Then he secretly exerted force and hit the cloth bag, but the bag was like a rubber ball, no matter how he hit it, it was useless. The pavilion master decided to use his trump card that he had practiced for many years.

Ice Lotus Sword. Normally, this sword technique doesn't require much effort to use, but now that both hands and upper body are bound, it's difficult to exert any force, let alone condense the moisture in the air into an ice sword.

However, the Pavilion Master had made up his mind that since he had come all this way, he would not leave empty-handed. He would not have the face to see the princess he had missed day and night for ten thousand years if he could not obtain the Crimson Spirit Spring Water.

Since God has given him a chance to see each other again, it would be worth it even if he risked his life.

The sect leader secretly channeled his inner energy, tightening the rope even further. He had to force the cold air out to resist the loosening of the rope, while simultaneously drawing the cold air back to create the Ice Lotus Sword. With one side to the left and the other to the right, one cold and one hot, the sect leader suddenly felt as if his body was experiencing both ice and fire.

The sect leader gritted his teeth and fought desperately, beads of sweat dripping down his face. Finally, an hour later, he had a small dagger in his hand. He couldn't make a sword anymore. Fortunately, the demon lord didn't come in to disturb him again, or he would have died on the spot.

The pavilion master used the Ice Lotus Dagger upside down to saw the rope up and down. After sawing for a long time, he realized that he couldn't saw through it at all. What kind of broken rope is this?

Could this be a treasure as well?