Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

Luo He smiled helplessly, adjusted his posture, and sighed: "Okay... I'll tell you."

……

In the following days, Luo He's life became extremely simple.

Sometimes he would close his eyes and concentrate on practicing, cultivating his own Wutian sword heart.

When he opened his eyes after getting tired of practicing, Fu Xueqiong would come up to him and ask him to tell a story.

Fortunately, Luo He has read countless novels and watched thousands of episodes of anime, so it is no problem for him to tell some stories.

All you have to do is mix some storylines together and say whatever comes to mind, and Fu Xueqiong will be fascinated by it.

Sometimes Fu Xueqiong would let Luo He lie on her lap so that he could take a nap on her lap.

This was also the time when Luo He felt that he was closest to Fu Xueqiong, and he also had a better understanding of her.

He is stubborn and only knows how to practice. Also... his thighs are very soft and his fingers are very slender.

Fu Xueqiong had the strength to suck all his spiritual energy away. She could definitely be described as having jade-like bones and ice-like skin. Every inch of her body was like the most exquisite work of art.

Time passed silently, and Luo He had been practicing Wutan Sword Heart in the space gap for nearly a month.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the small sword in his body became more and more solid. It was no longer as illusory as before, but gradually showed a real texture.

On this day, the small sword in the void began to tremble slightly, and a strange wave gradually surged from Luo He's body, and exploded around him with an unstoppable force.

This power was not violent, but it was full of incredible majesty, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

Luo He closed his eyes tightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly at a crucial juncture. He could sense the small, empty sword possessing a will of its own, constantly moving through his body, sharpening his swordsmanship. Every ray of sword intent flowed through him, corroding and tempering his soul and will.

At this moment, Luo He's mind was completely focused on the small sword in the void, and his body seemed to have merged with it. Every trace of sword intent flowing through him had a great impact on his spirit, but he did not retreat. Instead, he faced the challenge head-on, allowing this power to surge freely in his body until he completely controlled it.

Wu Tian Jian Xin's cultivation has reached the critical point!

Fu Xueqiong, who was standing aside, seemed to sense something and slowly raised her eyes, looking in the direction of Luo He.

Chapter 93: Faintly Twitching Sword Patterns (Part 2)

Luo He sat cross-legged, the power of space around him surging towards him like a tide, as if to drown him. He closed his eyes tightly, concentrating his consciousness on the small sword in his body.

At this moment, the small sword trembled slightly, as if resonating with the external spatial force. This power was vast and boundless, filled with an invisible sense of oppression. Every trace of spatial force was like a sharp blade, slicing through his body and soul.

Luo He could faintly catch a glimpse of the sword intent of Wu Tian. In this space, there was no Tian and no law, and the heaven and earth belonged to me!

Now is the critical moment for breakthrough!

As long as he can pass this level, he will be able to truly cultivate the Wutan Sword Heart and break through the first level of the Wutan Sword Heart!

In other words, he must guide this violent force of space into his body and integrate it into the practice of the Wutan Sword Technique.

"Buzz~"

As the force of space continued to surge in, the small sword within Luo He began to vibrate violently, as if unable to withstand the immense pressure and on the verge of collapse. His body also began to tremble violently, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his skin.

Something is wrong!

Luo He's mind was torn by this terrifying force, forcing him to desperately focus his will, striving to control this invisible force. As time passed, his spiritual energy began to become chaotic, scattering through his meridians as if overwhelmed. Every ounce of lost spiritual energy felt like a sharp blade slicing through his body, bringing excruciating pain and uncontrollable fear.

"Uh... ah..."

The small sword in the void made a buzzing sound inside his body, as if it was about to break out of his body.

Luo He gritted his teeth and tried frantically to restore the out-of-control spiritual power, but as the spiritual power ran wild, his breath became more and more disordered, and the spiritual power in his body raged through his meridians and dantian like a storm.

If you can achieve the state of no thought, then it is difficult to achieve the state of emptiness.

At this moment, Luo He had only one thought in mind—to complete the cultivation of the Wutian Sword Technique as quickly as possible and reach a higher realm. However, in his eagerness to achieve success, he did not realize that his body was beginning to be unable to withstand the onslaught of this enormous spiritual power.

As time went on, the spiritual power in Luo He's body became more and more chaotic, like a wild beast out of control, rampaging through his meridians.

“Huh…”

His breathing became rapid, his heartbeat intensified, and his entire aura became unsteady. The surging spiritual energy caused excruciating pain in his meridians, as if he could be torn apart at any moment by this uncontrolled force.

The practice of the Wutan Sword Technique requires extremely high concentration, and the slightest deviation may lead to failure.

Luo He, in his overeagerness, neglected this point. As his spiritual energy became chaotic, his consciousness began to blur, and his control gradually weakened. The small sword in his body vibrated violently, seemingly unable to bear the weight and threatening to collapse at any moment.

At this moment, Luo He's mind became disordered, as if being torn apart, and fell into chaos.

It is not easy to practice the top-grade heavenly skills. No matter what, they are the most advanced skills.

At the critical moment when Luo He's cultivation state was about to collapse, Fu Xueqiong quietly appeared. Her snow-white robe flowed through the gap in space, like a plum blossom blooming in the ice and snow. Her posture was like an elf in the ice and snow, her steps light and graceful, yet carrying an undeniable majesty.

"Concentrate your thoughts, regulate your breathing, and steady your mind."

Fu Xueqiong stared at Luo He, her face still indifferent, but a rare glint of concern flickered in her cold gaze. She slowly walked in front of Luo He, her white dress particularly eye-catching in the dim environment.

The white-robed swordsman gently raised her jade hand, her slender fingers drew an elegant arc in the air, and then pressed firmly on Luo He's shoulder.

As her palms touched, a stream of icy spiritual energy slowly gushed out from her palms and instantly spread into Luo He's body. This spiritual energy had a refreshing coolness, like the cold morning breeze blowing on the skin, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power flowed in Luo He's body like a gentle stream, gently and powerfully combing his chaotic spiritual power.

Luo He's whole body shook, and he suddenly felt his body lighten.

The control over the body's spiritual power returned.

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was pure and steady, with a sense of stability like ice. She focused on directing her spiritual power to every meridian in Luo He's body, slowly calming the violent spiritual impact.

Under her guidance, Luo He's spiritual energy gradually resumed its normal flow, and the previously chaotic aura began to stabilize. The impatient spiritual energy was like being suppressed by ice and snow, slowly becoming calm, and the originally violent oscillations gradually weakened.

With the blessing of the Taoist Demon Holy Body, Luo He suddenly felt enlightened.

To master space is not to fight against space, but to accommodate space!

Luo He's originally chaotic spiritual power gradually became calm as if suppressed by cold ice and snow. The small sword inside also felt the influence of this tranquility and began to show extraordinary fluctuations.

Luo He's breathing gradually became deep and even, and the spiritual energy that had been oscillating within him began to flow again. A powerful aura surged from his body, sweeping around him like a violent storm.

The world is nothing but the intention of a sword.

The small sword slowly solidified in his body, and the weak fluctuations gradually became stronger, affecting the surrounding spatial turbulence, as if the entire space was shaking.

The aura of the small sword became stronger and stronger, emitting a dazzling light. Its outline gradually became clear in Luo He's body, and every wave was as hot as a flame, driving ripples in the surrounding space.

Luo He's aura expanded under this powerful force, as if invisible waves were rolling within him. The spatial turbulence became more intense under the influence of his aura, as if the entire space was trembling.

"boom!"

Finally, amidst a roar, the small sword within Luo He's body completely solidified, emitting a heart-pounding, powerful aura. This aura was like a powerful torrent, fully demonstrating its extraordinary nature.

With the last roar, the light of the Heavenly Demon Original Record suddenly lit up, revealing a new entry - [Wutian Sword Heart (First Level)].

After completing his training in the Wutian Sword Heart, Luo He exhaled deeply, as if releasing all the fatigue and tension within him. His chest rose and fell, and an indescribable sense of relief and satisfaction surged within him. The exhaustion of training and the tension he had just felt were finally released at this moment.

He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at Fu Xueqiong beside him. She was still dressed in a robe as white as snow, standing there as serene as an ice goddess.

The cold air seemed to freeze with her silence, yet her posture remained breathtaking. Every movement she made was graceful, and every ray of light highlighted her stunning face.

Luo He couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. Without Fu Xueqiong's timely help, he might have already fallen into the danger of losing control of his spiritual power, and might even face an even more tragic end due to his negligence in cultivation.

"Master!"

Luo He bowed and said, "Thank you for your help at this critical moment."

The cultivation process was inherently fraught with twists and turns, and Fu Xueqiong's arrival was undoubtedly his salvation in this difficult situation. Her icy spiritual energy flowed through his body like a chill wind, quickly guiding his originally disordered spiritual energy back on track, allowing him to successfully complete the cultivation of the Wutian Sword Heart.

Fu Xueqiong stood beside Luo He, her white robe fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her face was as cold as ice, but at that moment, her eyes seemed to reveal a hint of difficult-to-control complex emotions.

She turned her head slightly and stared at Luo He. The corners of her mouth moved slightly, as if she was about to say something, but no sound came out. Her blue eyes flashed with a deep light, as if hiding some indescribable emotion.

In fact, it took her ten months to cultivate to the first level of Wutan Sword Heart, while Luo He only took more than a month.

"You have succeeded in your cultivation and reached the first level of the Wutian Sword Heart." Her voice was calm and plain, but it contained a subtle emotional fluctuation.

When Luo He heard this, a joyful smile immediately broke out on his face: "Well... does this mean I can go out?" His voice was filled with eager excitement and anticipation, and his eyes flashed with the desire to leave this enclosed space.

Fu Xueqiong remained silent and did not respond immediately. She just stood there quietly, as if thinking about something.

The sword pattern on her chest began to twitch faintly.

Chapter 94: Melting Iceberg (Part 1)

Seeing Fu Xueqiong's silence, Luo He's eyes flickered with suspicion. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively, "Master, are you afraid that once you leave this spatial rift, you won't be able to hear the stories I tell you?"

Fu Xueqiong still stood there quietly, her eyes as deep as a pool of water, impossible to see through, her expression did not change at all.

Just now she could feel that Luo He was a little eager for quick success and was anxious to make a breakthrough.

The purpose might be to cultivate into the Wutian Sword Heart as soon as possible, and then leave the space gap to find another guy...

Luo He chuckled and continued, "Even if I leave this spatial gap, I can still visit your cave sometimes to ask you about your cultivation, and then tell you the subsequent story."

After all, without Fu Xueqiong's help, his cultivation might have gone wrong. Luo He was very grateful to Fu Xueqiong for this.

It’s nothing if I just tell Fu Xueqiong a story.

During these days in the space gap, Luo He discovered that Fu Xueqiong really liked listening to stories.

Whenever he opened his eyes after completing a phase of training, the first thing he would see was her coming towards him.

Fu Xueqiong, who came forward coldly, really looked like a doll.

Fu Xueqiong slowly raised her eyes. Her azure eyes were still as cold and clear as the deep sea, as if they could see through everything in the world, yet remain unmoved. Within that cold gaze, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible softness, like a lingering warmth beneath the surface of a frozen lake.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it, and just uttered a word softly: "Okay."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was as calm as ever, but the complex emotions within were difficult to articulate. Her simple response seemed to contain so much unspoken emotion, yet she chose to express it in the simplest way possible.

After a moment, Fu Xueqiong withdrew her gaze from Luo He's face and returned to her chest.

The sword pattern on her chest twitched slightly, as if responding to the fluctuations in her heart, but it soon calmed down and slowly faded away without any reaction.

"Get out." Fu Xueqiong's voice sounded again, with an unquestionable coldness.

As soon as she finished speaking, the aura on her body began to surge, as if it contained endless power.

Fu Xueqiong raised a slender finger and gently waved it in the air. A crack appeared, as if torn apart by an invisible force, revealing the outer space. From the other side of the crack, light filtered in, forming a sharp contrast with the gloomy atmosphere within the spatial gap.

She turned slightly and nodded to Luo He, motioning him to follow.

Luo He stepped into the crack and the moment he stepped out, the scene before him suddenly changed. The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers filled his face, and the fresh air instantly rushed into his nostrils, making him feel relaxed and happy.

They were under the shade of a lush forest. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches, casting dappled shadows. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, as if welcoming them.

Luo He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt an unprecedented sense of comfort rising from the bottom of his heart.

comfortable!

Having spent so long trapped in that dark, oppressive crevice, he'd almost forgotten the beauty of the outside world. Now, standing on this vibrant land, he felt a long-lost sense of freedom and liberation. The air was mingled with the sweet aroma of earth and flowers, and the warmth of the sun on his body made him sigh softly.

"It's out..." Luo He sighed, his eyes sweeping across the beautiful scenery around him. He felt comfortable everywhere, as if even his muscles and bones were stretching.

Fu Xueqiong stood beside him. Although her expression remained cold, her blue eyes seemed to have a soft glow in the world. She didn't say much, but just stood quietly by, watching Luo He take in the beauty of the outside world.

"Master, this feels so good." Luo He whispered, with a tone of joy that was hard to conceal.

Fu Xueqiong nodded slightly, as if agreeing with his feelings, but still maintained her indifference.

For her, although this world was beautiful, the peace of mind was far more important than the scenery outside. However, seeing Luo He's ease and contentment, a subtle joy seemed to rise in her heart.

For a moment, looking at the bright smile that Luo He showed to her, the sunlight shining on his smiling face seemed to dispel all the haze.

Fu Xueqiong looked at Luo He's vibrant face and couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in her heart. It was as if something gently touched her chest, like an electric current quickly passing through it, with a crackling sound, bringing a strange feeling she had never experienced before.

Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fu Xueqiong has always been calm and self-controlled, and has never been swayed by emotions, but at this moment, she felt her heart tremble slightly.

"Master?" Luo He was just about to thank Fu Xueqiong for guiding his disordered spiritual power and helping him practice, but when he turned around, he saw that Fu Xueqiong had disappeared.

"have they gone?"

He really comes and goes without a trace.

Luo He stretched himself out lazily. "There are still a few days until the date I agreed with Senior Sister Wang Xiaoke. It's time to go back to my cave to see Xiaobai. Xiaobai must be ravenous, right?"

Fu Xueqiong suddenly locked Xiaobai in a space gap, and before he could properly enjoy the delicious food from Piaoyun Pavilion.

This time he directly cultivated the Wutan Sword Technique and also completed the first level of the Wutan Sword Heart. It can be said to be a great achievement!

Elsewhere, in mid-air, Fu Xueqiong, clad in white, floated like a cloud. She silently watched Luo He's back as he hurried toward his cave. Luo He's figure gradually receded until he vanished from her sight, but she remained fixed on that direction, as if some unexpressed emotion lingered within her.