Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Xue Niang looked at Lin Yurou, who was crying her eyes out, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and said softly.

"Sister Xue was wrong, she shouldn't have lied to Yu Rou. I won't think about dying anymore. After tonight, I'll go back to the sect with you, okay?"

"Yes!" Lin Yuru nodded heavily.

"You promised me this, you can't go back on your word, and you can't lie to me again!"

"You guys? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

Xiao Luo stood up from the ruins. Despite being in a sorry state and having a sizable wound on his left forehead, he didn't care and was even more excited.

"Did you make the talisman this beauty just used? It's incredibly powerful!"

Lin Yuru gripped the soft sword in her hand, watching Xiao Luo approaching warily.

Having recovered most of her strength, Xue Niang stood up and shielded Lin Yurou behind her. A sword appeared in her hand again, but this time it hummed, clearly indicating that it had developed a sword spirit.

"Be careful, he's Xiao Luo."

Lin Yuru was shocked to hear this. She knew this name. He was the person that Lingxi Sect had been searching for, and he was also the murderer who killed Sister Xue's Daoist partner. She didn't expect that he was also a member of that organization. No wonder that with the strength of Lingxi Sect, they didn't have a single clue about him.

"Hey, why are you protecting yourself so tightly?"

Xiao Luo continued walking towards the two of them, taking out dozens of silver leaves from his storage ring with his right hand, which slowly spun in his hand.

"Anyway, she has to die!"

Before she finished speaking, Xue Niang rushed forward, forcing Xiao Luo to fight her.

Xiao Luo parried Xue Niang's attack, but at the same time, the thin leaf in his hand flew out, bypassing Xue Niang and pointing directly at Lin Yurou behind her.

With too many targets, Lin Yuru had no time to dodge. She knelt down on one knee and touched the ground. A huge vine suddenly emerged from the soil, forming a barrier around Lin Yuru. The fierce, thin leaves were stuck in the vine and could not move.

Lin Yuru manipulated the vines, precisely avoiding Xue Niang with the thin leaves, and flung them all toward Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo distanced himself from Xue Niang, retracted the fine leaves, and looked at Lin Yurou, who was still standing in the same spot.

"Twin spiritual roots of water and wood?"

Lin Yuru did not respond. The difference in strength between them was too great, and her rash move would only drag Sister Xue down.

She had to find an opportunity to create a chance for Sister Xue to kill him. This person had to be killed by Sister Xue herself!

"Two against one, looks like I'll have to use my real skills."

Xiao Luo toyed with the thin leaf in his hand, causing its sharp blade to cut his palm. But what came out was not blood, but a black mist.

The fog spread quickly; in the blink of an eye, the entire space where Zuixianlou was located was shrouded in fog, making it impossible for outsiders to see anything.

"This person also has a dark spiritual root."

Seeing that the black mist inside was no longer visible, Jing Shu got up and flew towards the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. However, he didn't go directly there; he just stopped after making sure he could hear their voices from that spot.

The nascent soul also landed beside Jing Shu, a hint of disgust flashing in its eyes as it looked at the black mist.

"It looks like the purity of its spiritual root is so thin it's almost nonexistent. How can this be called a dark spiritual root? It's more like a blood spiritual root!"

In their eyes, the mist wasn't black at all; it was more like a blood mist, and the spiritual energy emanating from it was a deep, almost blackish red.

“Yes, that’s right.” Jing Shu also agreed.

"Are those two even capable? They're moving way too slowly."

The Nascent Soul looked at the unchanging mist, yawned boredly, and then slowly said.

"It's been almost ten minutes. Should I go help them and resolve this quickly? I wonder how things are going with Master."

"Do you need to worry about Master?" Jing Shu asked the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"I miss my master, is that not allowed?!" the Nascent Soul cultivator said matter-of-factly.

Jing Shu turned away and stopped looking at him. Fine, why not? He also wanted to go find his master.

But he couldn't just leave; things could change before everything was settled. He had to stay here tonight.

The two were chatting when the fog dissipated.

Xue Niang's sword pierced Xiao Luo's chest, while Xiao Luo still held a small vine that glowed with a faint green light in his hand.

Lin Yuru knelt on one knee not far away, her face pale, with a trace of blood still on the corner of her mouth, making her look as if she had suffered a serious injury.

Xiao Luo completely ignored the sword in his chest, instead looking at Lin Yurou and smiling sinisterly.

"Oh, so the wood elemental root was fake! You only have a water elemental root! I can't believe you tricked me!"

Lin Yuru raised her hand to heal her own injuries, and chuckled upon hearing this, "I never said that I have a wood spirit root."

Although Lin Yuru didn't appear to have many injuries, the Shadow Mirror had shattered in order to create an opportunity for Xue Niang, and the Heavenly Spirit Vine, which had been disguised as a wood spirit root within her body, had been forcibly pulled out, so her injuries were quite severe.

But so what? As long as Sister Xue successfully kills him, it's all worth it.

"Yu Rou!"

Xue Niang pulled the sword out of Xiao Luo's chest, feeling no satisfaction from revenge, and paying no further attention to the dying Xiao Luo. In Xue Niang's eyes, only the severely wounded Lin Yurou remained.

Xue Niang stepped forward to support Lin Yu Rou and channeled her limited spiritual energy into Lin Yu Rou's body.

"Yu Rou, how are you?"

Lin Yuru shook her head, indicating that Xue Niang could rest assured.

The Nascent Soul cultivator clicked his tongue, observing the seemingly settled situation. "Why didn't those two finish them off? If they didn't, they might have been killed in return..."

As if to confirm what the Nascent Soul had said, Xiao Luo, who was already lying on the ground, suddenly burst into laughter.

Sensing something was wrong, Xue Niang suddenly looked at Xiao Luo. She was about to step forward and deliver another blow when she was blasted back by the sudden burst of spiritual power emanating from Xiao Luo.

"late."

Xiao Luo smiled at the two who had exhausted their spiritual energy.

That smile, though seemingly kind, sent a chill down their spines.

Jing Shu looked up at the thunderclouds gradually gathering in the sky, his brows furrowing slightly.

Is he trying to force himself to advance?

In an instant, Jing Shu understood what Xiao Luo was trying to do. His death was inevitable, but he had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage before his death, attracting heavenly lightning. There was only one purpose—to seal him away!

Jing Shu stopped watching the show and quickly stepped forward to grab the two people who had exhausted all their spiritual power, leading them away from the range of the heavenly lightning attack.

"Jing Shu?!" the two exclaimed in disbelief.

Xue Niang reacted immediately, "Don't worry about us, quick! Stop him first!"

But as Shawro said.

"late."

The heavenly lightning had gathered, and the first bolt was extremely powerful, threatening to kill the evil cultivator with a single strike.

And indeed, with just one bolt of lightning, Xiao Luo died. The tribulation clouds also dissipated as if their mission had been accomplished.

However, the seal was also shattered.