Bone-stripping and tendon-pulling? The reborn senior sister becomes the number one cultivator in the

Shi: Everything has a price, and I am that price. —Qin

Jiang Gucheng.

"Luo Ze, return."

Xie Wanxun gripped the Luoze sword tightly in her hand. She looked at the broken puppet in her hand, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes.

Seeing the tree spirit unharmed, an unnamed fire ignited within her.

"It's really hard on me to always be so reckless."

The puppet was thrown down, and Xie Wanxun picked up the sword and slashed at the tree demon.

"Break the ice!"

With a sudden swing of Xie Wanxun's arm, a chilling glint burst forth from the sword blade.

The ice blade seemed to be formed instantly from the water of a thousand-year-old cold pool. It was translucent and shimmered with a cold blue light. Wisps of frost spread through the air, and wherever it passed, the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals that shimmered like stars in the dim light.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, the tree demon simply raised its hand to block the ice blade.

Xie Wanxun was about to raise her sword when suddenly, a dark shadow struck like lightning. Before she could react, her arm was tightly wrapped by a thick vine.

The tree demon roared, and its entire body stretched out indestructible vines, binding everyone present.

Faced with the surging vines, the cultivators were instantly thrown into disarray. Neither swords nor magical artifacts could cut through the vines; they could only become entangled by them.

"Let me go!" Xie Wanxun was grabbed by the tree demon. She desperately tried to cut the vines with her sword, but to no avail.

Lacquered wood is inherently indestructible.

"Then let's try the power of the Phoenix Fire!" Xie Wanxun shouted, his eyes turning crimson, and flames raging around him.

However, the vines did not decrease but increased.

"No! What's going on? The book clearly says that lacquer wood is afraid of divine fire." Xie Wanxun's face turned pale as she kept increasing the power of the phoenix fire, but to no avail.

Faced with the tree demon's bottomless maw, Xie Wanxun struggled desperately, but was still swallowed up.

"Wanxun!"

Si Jinchuan screamed in anguish, his eyes filled with endless despair.

He lost Wanxun.

The thought of the whistle he couldn't blow last night filled Si Jinchuan with despair.

He collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a sound. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision, and with trembling hands, he grabbed the Xuan Sword.

He was enveloped in a thick, inky aura of demonic energy, and his dark eyes were replaced by a scarlet hue.

Before anyone could react, Si Jinchuan transformed into a gust of black wind and broke free from the vines.

And the one who appeared again was none other than the Demon Lord Si Jinchuan.

However, Si Jinchuan did not fly towards the tree demon.

Conversely, the Xuan Sword deviated from its direction and slashed towards Qin Muyang, who was standing to the side.

"Are you crazy! Si Jinchuan, it's me." Qin Muyang took out his fan to block the view, looking at Si Jinchuan with difficulty, cold sweat breaking out on his face.

Si Jinchuan remained silent, focusing solely on his attack.

The tree spirit looked down at the cultivators below who were fighting amongst themselves. It scratched its head in confusion, then thought about how it, as an enemy, had been ignored.

The tree spirit roared, but unfortunately no one answered it.

It suddenly became enraged, and in an instant, tens of thousands of vines shot out like arrows from a bow, flying towards the cultivators from all directions.

The monks stared in terror, trying to dodge, but the vines tightly bound their ankles. The vines quickly climbed upwards, wrapping their bodies completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only their panicked faces visible.

As the vines tightened, the cultivators screamed in agony, struggling futilely with their limbs. Their voices gradually weakened until they fell silent.

Meanwhile, Si Jinchuan and Qin Muyang were locked in a fierce battle.

Si Jinchuan's eyes were cold and stern, his body radiating sword energy, and the black sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light. Qin Muyang's brows were furrowed, but he could not hide the fighting spirit in his eyes. His folding fan moved with lightning speed, deflecting the opponent's attack.

Si Jinchuan moved like an arrow, his sword flashed like a dragon, and a sharp sword aura shot straight at Qin Muyang.

Qin Muyang remained calm, snapped his folding fan shut, and dodged to the side. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the fan unfolded, and a gust of wind whistled out, dispersing the sword energy.

"Stop fighting! Help me!"

Someone shouted, but the two continued fighting as if no one else was there.

"Si Jinchuan, you really are behaving like a demon lord, not even helping your sect's disciples," Qin Muyang mocked.

"Heh, you're no better." Si Jinchuan's sword showed no mercy, attempting to strike Qin Muyang.

Unexpectedly, Qin Muyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately anticipated Si Jinchuan's actions.

Si Jinchuan gritted his teeth in anger. He leaped forward, and a sword blade flew out with overwhelming force.

"Now, you can't escape!"

Qin Muyang staggered, his body involuntarily retreating, each step heavy and difficult, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and a hint of panic in his eyes.

A series of sword blades flashed by, and a huge shockwave stirred up a cloud of dust.

Once the dust settled, Si Jinchuan covered his right shoulder to stop the bleeding from the wound.

He looked at Qin Muyang, a smile playing on his lips.

Qin Muyang stood calmly in place, gently fanning himself with a fan.

"Has it finally revealed its true colors? The Way of Heaven."

Si Jinchuan raised his eyes and met Qin Muyang's golden eyes. He raised his hand and continued his attack.

Qin Muyang frowned slightly, his movements swift and sharp.

Not far away, more and more cultivators were killed by the tree demon, their blood staining the ground red.

Zhong Yingxiu, Qiao Qingzi, Xiao Shuo, and the others were no match for the tree demon and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. The vines wrapped around their necks and extinguished the light in their eyes.

Inside the tree spirit.

Immersed in flames, Xie Wanxun touched the hard lacquered wood, and the Luo Ze sword fell off. She could only close her eyes in despair.

Why doesn't the lacquered wood burn with the phoenix fire? Isn't the phoenix fire a divine fire? Isn't it a divine fire?

A strand of white hair appeared among the jet-black strands, and the light in Xie Wanxun's eyes gradually faded.

At that moment, the tree demon suddenly went berserk. Its roots plunged into the ground and spread rapidly outwards from Jiang Gucheng as the center.

Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles...

Wherever the vines spread, all living things on the ground are entangled and strangled by them.

The entire cultivation world was transformed into a purgatory.

The fight between Qin Muyang and Si Jinchuan stopped, and the two looked at the horrific scene around them in complete silence.

"So, this is the result you wanted! To watch Xie Wanxun court death! To watch her ruin her future!" Qin Muyang grabbed Si Jinchuan by the collar and roared angrily.

Si Jinchuan lowered his head, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart.

He suddenly looked up, met Qin Muyang's gaze, and said firmly, "I believe her."

"This isn't trust, you're hastening her death," Qin Muyang said, enunciating each word clearly. "Why did you stop me? Xie Wanxun could still be saved."

Qin Muyang shoved Si Jinchuan away violently. He looked at the tree demon, which had already gone out of control, and laughed angrily.

He rubbed his forehead and shook his head helplessly.

This cultivation world is not a real cultivation world.

It is Xie Wanxun's dream. Everything here is fake, and only Xie Wanxun is trapped in the dream and cannot get out.

It was Qin Muyang, who, along with the remaining leaders of the eight major sects and the former leader of the Muxue Sect, entered Xie Wanxun's dream in an attempt to awaken her.

Once this dream collapses, Xie Wanxun in reality will also die.

Originally, he used the divine power of the Heavenly Dao to stabilize Xie Wanxun's mind. As long as he killed the Lacquer Tree Demon, he could awaken Xie Wanxun. However, Si Jinchuan appeared out of nowhere and destroyed everything.

"Is this the result you wanted to see, Si Jinchuan?"

“No, this is the ending Wanxun wanted,” Si Jinchuan said coldly, looking up and pointing at the tree demon.

Qin Muyang looked in the direction he was pointing and his eyes widened in surprise.