He Lan Tianxia

That's right. This jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water, this cloth bag, and the rope binding the Pavilion Master are all treasures of the Nine Demon Tower. What the Pavilion Master doesn't know is that these treasures can also help the Demon Lord guard him.

At this moment, the Demon Lord of the Nine Demon Tower was not idle either; he was sleeping inside the tower. While others slept, he slept while diligently advancing his cultivation. Heaven knows, the day he was about to advance, he was suddenly disrupted by the arrival of the Pavilion Master, almost causing him to suffer a cultivation deviation. Fortunately, his cultivation was quite profound, and he managed to stabilize his mind amidst the chaos.

However, these past few days he has felt a strange fire surging within him. He knows that if he doesn't hurry up and cultivate to advance, his body will be devoured by that fire, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, the Pavilion Master was one of the few handsome men he had ever seen. From the first moment he saw him, he was captivated by the Pavilion Master's looks. Therefore, when he re-entered the Nine Demon Tower for cultivation, he sealed the entire Nine Demon Tower. With the Pavilion Master already inside the bag, he was at least 70% confident that he could let go. He felt that the Pavilion Master was a piece of live, fat meat, and he couldn't help but drool over him in private.

Two days passed, and the Pavilion Master neither saw the Demon Lord appear nor managed to break the seemingly frail rope with his Ice Lotus Dagger. He had also exhausted a lot of his strength. Suddenly, the Pavilion Master realized that he had been placed under house arrest.

Thinking of the Demon Lord's soft, boneless hands, the Pavilion Master couldn't help but shudder. Putting aside his thousands of years of seclusion, he had actually been traveling the martial world for thousands of years and had seen all kinds of people, but this Demon Lord gave him a chilling feeling, and for a while he didn't know what was wrong with the Demon Lord.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he might as well prepare for the worst. Thinking about how he'd spent two days struggling with a sack and a rope, the Pavilion Master's pride was severely wounded. He stopped wielding the Ice Lotus Dagger, knowing that further sawing would only deplete his inner strength.

On the third day, he stopped moving and sat cross-legged in place to practice his skills. As he practiced, he truly forgot everything around him. In the moment of self-forgetfulness, a stream of energy actually emitted a thin mist from the Ren and Du meridians. This mist was composed of profound energy with a rich fragrance of ice and snow lotus. It was gentle and slow, a rare and excellent opportunity for those who wanted to advance their cultivation level.

At first, the Pavilion Master didn't notice, but after he had breathed back and forth four or five times, he realized that the bag was secretly open and breathing in his profound energy.

"Good heavens," the Pavilion Master snorted calmly, thinking to himself, "Very well, since you also like this profound energy, I'll make you unable to resist it."

Just as the bag opened its mouth again, the Pavilion Master prepared to make his move. However, the bag was quite alert. As soon as the Pavilion Master paused, it immediately closed its mouth and then guarded the bag closely.

Now that he knew its weakness, how could the Pavilion Master let such a good opportunity pass by? So he sat down to meditate again, but this time the cloth bag was stubborn and wouldn't bother with it. He just practiced on his own and gradually got into a better state.

Over the next few days, the Pavilion Master focused on meditation, and the dual nature of ice and fire within his body gradually balanced out. However, during his subsequent practice, the Pavilion Master deliberately forced the fragrance of the Ice Lotus out of his body. Heaven knows, this was a bait he deliberately released.

The cloth bag was undeniably a demonic bag; it remained completely unmoved by such a great temptation. The Pavilion Master smirked, thinking, "Let's see how long you can hold out."

Only the Pavilion Master knew that the rope in his hand had been slowly loosening, and he could pull his hand out of the rope at any time, but he didn't move. What he wanted to catch was the big fish in the cloth bag.