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

Before he saw Fu Xueqiong actually take action, his knowledge of her strength was only from rumors. However, after seeing it with his own eyes, he realized how high her status in the entire Tianming Sect was, as if she were a fairy independent of the world.

Fu Xueqiong, admired and respected by countless people, showed such powerful strength in front of him, and in places where no one could see, she would even reveal a morbid obsession that no one else had ever seen.

Thinking of this, Luo He's scalp couldn't help but feel numb, and an indescribable sense of tension arose in his heart.

"Master?" he called out, a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Fu Xueqiong did not respond directly, but only nodded slightly. Her eyes swept over Wang Xiaoke who was standing in front of Luo He, and then shifted slightly.

I don’t know what he was thinking about.

Her face was as cold and expressionless as ever, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

At this moment, a trembling soul emerged from the void, it was the soul of Elder Tuyin.

Although his physical body was destroyed, as a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, his soul still remained.

He realized that Fu Xueqiong had held back on him and had not completely wiped him out.

The power of just one sword was enough to make him realize his own incompetence and insignificance. If it had not been a lesson for him, that sword could have easily destroyed even his soul.

Elder Tuyin's soul trembled in the air, his face was distorted, and his eyes were full of fear.

He desperately suppressed his inner fear and began to beg for mercy, his voice as weak as a mosquito: "Master, please let me go... I was wrong, I shouldn't have attacked Luo He..."

His voice was trembling, and his pleading expression was in stark contrast to his previous arrogance, which made everyone present feel incredible.

Even a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage seemed so helpless in front of Fu Xueqiong.

Fu Xueqiong's face was expressionless, her eyes as cold as ice, and she seemed to have no intention of paying attention to his pleas. Her aura was like the abyss, which made people feel terrified.

Elder Tuyin's plea for mercy echoed in the air, but she just glanced at him indifferently, as if she was examining an insignificant ant.

"You must know that if you bully my disciples, you will pay the price."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was icy, like a biting wind. Her majesty made Elder Tuyin's soul tremble even more. He knew in his heart that begging for mercy at this moment was futile.

The surrounding disciples were silent, yet awe welled up in their hearts. Even in the Tianming Sect, they had never seen such absolute power.

They secretly thought that since Luo He could become the sect leader's disciple, he would definitely achieve great things in his future practice.

"If you dare to look down on my disciples again, you will bear the consequences."

Fu Xueqiong's words were like a hammer, striking everyone's heart with a thud, sending a wave of palpitations through their veins. The air froze in an instant, and everyone held their breath, fearing the pressure would reach them.

Luo He felt touched. Although he knew how huge the gap was between him and his master, at this moment, he could clearly feel her protection and attention to him.

That big lump of ice, that iceberg that seemed to have never melted, was taking care of him.

Originally, Luo He envied other disciples for having their own masters to support them, but now he is not envious anymore.

Instead, others should envy him!

Cool!

Having such strong support behind him made him feel very warm, as if all the haze and uneasiness were dispelled, and a strong sense of security surged in his heart.

Chapter 150 There is a demand

At this moment, Elder Tuyin finally realized the threat he was facing, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

Fu Xueqiong stood coldly, like an iceberg, her aura so powerful that it could not be ignored.

Her majesty comes not only from her powerful cultivation, but also from a natural aura, as if the heaven and earth revolve around her will.

Elder Tuyin had never felt such suffocating pressure, and he realized that he had no room for bargaining at all.

Usually, Fu Xueqiong doesn't take care of any affairs and seems to be independent of the Nine Heavens.

But now it is obvious that she attaches great importance to her disciple Luo He.

Elder Tuyin has been practicing for so long that he has become a shrewd and calculating person who is well versed in the affairs of the world.

In an instant, he understood Fu Xueqiong's intention. She would never let him off easily, but would make him pay the price.

A chill ran through his heart, and his soul trembled slightly involuntarily.

The sense of threat that controlled his life and death made him powerless to resist, and his once extremely confident attitude completely collapsed.

Without any hesitation, he floated in front of Luo He. He looked extremely humble, and even his words had no power.

"My friend, my behavior just now was indeed wrong. I was too paranoid. Please forgive me."

Elder Tuyin's voice trembled, revealing deep regret and fear.

This scene stunned the disciples watching the battle around, as if they were seeing an impossible scene.

The once high and mighty elder, the powerful man in the late Nascent Soul stage, is now humble and servile in front of a junior in the Golden Core stage.

The contrast was so strong that it took everyone a long time to recover.

"The cause of this incident was me and Wang Luo. Not only did he break his promise and refuse to eat the stone, but he also attacked me."

Luo He spoke, his voice calm but firm.

He paused, then changed his tone slightly: "And since he couldn't beat me, you impulsively wanted to help him. In this case, the Sect Master's punishment is even a light punishment."

Elder Tuyin's heart skipped a beat as he felt the coldness emanating from Fu Xueqiong. He couldn't help but shudder all over and his face turned even paler.

If Fu Xueqiong had not taken action, not only his body but also his soul would have been destroyed.

"But as an elder of the Tianming Sect, you have made contributions to the sect."

Luo He's voice gradually softened, and a hint of kindness appeared in his eyes. He looked at Fu Xueqiong and said, "Master, why don't you spare his life?"

He knew in his heart that Elder Tuyin had not used his full strength when he had put pressure on him previously.

With his current strength at the Jindan stage, he is simply unable to compete with Elder Tuyin, who is at the late Yuanying stage.

Fu Xueqiong was so ruthless that she even destroyed the opponent's physical body. She was much more ruthless and powerful.

Luo He didn't want the sect to lose a contributing elder because of a small mistake. After all, this might not be a good thing for the future development of Tianming Sect.

Fu Xueqiong was silent for a while, slowly swept her eyes over everyone, and finally nodded slightly.

This action was like a spring breeze, blowing away the haze in everyone's hearts. Seeing this, Elder Tuyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of gratitude.

He knew that Fu Xueqiong was really capable of destroying his soul without hesitation. Not taking action at this time was just giving him a chance.

"I can spare your life, but the previous bet must still be carried out."

Luo He turned to look at Wang Luo, who was already frightened and stunned, and said firmly: "He has to eat the big rock."

"Eat! You must eat!"

Elder Tuyin agreed repeatedly, his voice trembling.

He knew in his heart that if he didn't do as he was told, he would still face inevitable punishment.

At this moment, his attitude towards Luo He had changed, from being arrogant just now to being humble and respectful, with deep fear and dread in his eyes.

Seeing how fearful Elder Tuyin was, the surrounding disciples were even more shocked by Fu Xueqiong's strength and began to discuss in low voices.

"He is indeed the leader of our sect. He is so powerful!"

One disciple sighed, "I'm afraid I'll never see such a powerful person in my lifetime."

"Indeed, it is my greatest honor to be her disciple."

Another disciple exclaimed in admiration, his eyes full of envy and admiration.

Amid the whispers of the crowd, Fu Xueqiong seemed to be in another world.

Her cold aura seemed to isolate all the chaotic voices, and her detached attitude inspired awe.

The Iceberg Sword Immortal's steps were light, like a lotus floating on the water, and every movement was imbued with a noble and untainted aura. Her white clothes were as white as snow, fluttering in the breeze, giving people an unapproachable and cold feeling.

Fu Xueqiong walked straight towards Luo He, her eyes as deep as a cold pond fixed on him, without any emotion, as if everything around her was not in her eyes.

Luo He watched her gradually approaching, and his heart was beating fast.

The appearance of Fu Xueqiong undoubtedly resolved the current dilemma and forced Elder Tuyin to bow his head, but Luo He knew that Fu Xueqiong's strength lay not only in her cultivation, but also in her absolute control.

"Master!"

Luo He looked up, a hint of gratitude in his voice. Although the call was calm, Luo He knew in his heart that the calmness at this moment was based on Fu Xueqiong's majesty. Without her intervention, the situation would never have been so smooth.

Wang Xiaoke, who was standing nearby, also felt the pressure from Fu Xueqiong. He trembled in his heart and immediately bowed his head respectfully, "Master Sect Leader!"

Fu Xueqiong just nodded slightly without saying much, still staring at Luo He.

Her gaze was like a cold wind, sweeping across every inch of Luo He's skin, as if she wanted to see through him.

However, Luo He could not read any emotion in her eyes, only cold rationality and a sense of oppression.

Just as Luo He was about to say something, a sudden sense of familiarity made him stunned.

The hidden sword pattern on his chest suddenly began to ache slightly, and a burning sensation burst out from it, gradually spreading to his whole body.

That feeling was not unfamiliar, but it made Luo He's heart tighten, because he knew that the appearance of this burning feeling often meant...

and many more?

Luo He's thoughts froze for a moment, and a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

He felt the burning sensation of the sword pattern becoming increasingly intense, and the heat in his chest gradually spread to his heart, making his breathing quicken.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong's cherry-red lips moved slightly, and she spoke in an extremely cold voice into his ears: "There is a need."

These four words were like a sharp knife, instantly cutting through Luo He's sanity.

His scalp suddenly went numb, and his entire body tensed up, stiffening slightly. The voice was so cold and indifferent, with a hint of dissonance, yet it was precisely this tone that made Luo He feel the blood rushing through his body.

"Fu Xueqiong is about to get sick..."

Luo He secretly groaned in his heart, he was very familiar with Fu Xueqiong's "outbreak".

Every time she became ill, the calm and composed Master would become something completely different, like an enchanting spirit transformed into a demon, irresistible and impossible to resist.

Fu Xueqiong's expression remained unchanged, as if she was still the cold and noble sect leader.

However, Luo He knew in his heart that she had quietly fallen into that extreme state. Although her icy blue eyes were calm as usual, Luo He sensed a hint of suppressed desire and a wrong emotion in them.

No one else knows Fu Xueqiong's current condition, but he knows it very well!

Entered the devil!

"What's the answer?"

Fu Xueqiong's voice was low and cold, as if it carried an irresistible power. The moment she approached Luo He, Luo He felt a chill on his back, as if a chill was rushing straight to his heart.

He was clearly aware that Fu Xueqiong's condition seemed to be more serious than ever before - the coldness in her eyes seemed to be suppressing some unspeakable emotions, as if they would burst out at any time.

"I understand." Luo He swallowed and nodded.

"Well, let's go!" Her voice sounded again, with an unquestionable command.

Luo He's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the sword pattern on his chest grew hotter as Fu Xueqiong approached. His body instinctively tensed up, and cold sweat seeped out of his palms.

He knew that Fu Xueqiong was on the edge of danger and any behavior that did not suit her would likely anger her.

Her illness increased her desire and need for control to the extreme, and Luo He could not expose this abnormality in public under any circumstances.

There were also many disciples and elders of the Tianming Sect on the scene, all of them were watching Fu Xueqiong and Luo He.

Every pair of eyes held a look of awe or curiosity, completely unaware of Fu Xueqiong's abnormality. Luo He could feel the heavy pressure of those gazes, and he had to pretend that everything was normal.

But Fu Xueqiong didn't give him a chance to think. She reached out coldly and grabbed Luo He's arm.

Fu Xueqiong's movements seemed gentle, but Luo He could feel the power contained in them.

His body reacted almost instinctively, every muscle tensing at that moment.

Fu Xueqiong's touch was completely different from her usual indifference. The coldness did not just come from the temperature of her fingertips, but a chill that penetrated deep into her bones, as if the aura around her had become more oppressive and heavy.

The hint of coldness spread from her fingertips and quickly penetrated Luo He's clothes, as if carrying some kind of power that could freeze everything, reaching his skin, and even making him feel that his bones began to feel the chill.

It's freezing cold.

Fu Xueqiong tightened her fingers, and the irresistible feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.

Luo He could feel that Fu Xueqiong was not simply pulling him, but through this contact, she was conveying her inner emotions to him - it was an indescribable repression and desire, mixed with the extreme emotions of her current illness.

Her breath was close at hand, with a hint of coolness, yet it seemed to burn Luo He's senses like a flame.

"Master..."