Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The man sitting on the bed widened his eyes when he heard this. He asked again in disbelief: "You? You want to help me?"

The boy's enthusiastic and helpful nature really made him admire and look at him with new eyes.

I thought I would have another enemy who was eager to kill me, but I didn't expect that he would be a helper who unconditionally supported what I did.

In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Jin Fuyu had already stepped into the hall when he said this, and Baili Qi was not a slow-witted person, so he urged the insane Zhou Min to cast a barrier.

The boy nodded without any hesitation to show his sincerity and determination.

The man sincerely admired his sensible appearance and knew who to work for and how to make a living on his own initiative.

He who knows the times is a hero. Grassroots staff do not ask for anything in return but just want to do their job well. As senior leaders, we must not let down the sincerity of our employees.

Although the young man did not ask for anything, but just kept explaining the key points of helping him, Baili Qi still followed his usual style of repaying a drop of kindness with a spring, and a grudge with a vengeance, and solemnly promised the young man: "In this case, when I succeed, I will not let you down for your efforts today."

After that, the two of them joined forces to remove Zhou Wen's spiritual roots.

As the saying goes, the upper spiritual root is integrated into the tongue, the middle spiritual root is suspended in the navel, and the lower spiritual root is planted in the sperm chamber.

The spiritual root they really want to remove is the cultivation root located in the lower abdomen of the human body, three inches below the navel.

As the name suggests, the cultivation of spiritual roots is closely related to the cultivator's cultivation speed, cultivation potential, aptitude, and level of achievement.

Superior spiritual roots mean that you will suffer less and take fewer detours during your practice.

On the contrary, not only difficulties but also failures will follow.

Baili Qi made this bloody plan only for his own selfish reasons. He knew that in the world of cultivation where people admire the strong and bully the weak, flaws in one's spiritual roots are more fatal than flaws in one's appearance.

The cold and bloodthirsty sword tip mercilessly cuts through the flesh. The wound area does not need to be too large, just make a cut at the exact location.

At this point, you must concentrate your attention and not let it wander. The area below the navel involves some pelvic organs and is close to the bladder.

If you are not careful, you may touch unexpected structures such as the anterior wall of the rectum, the posterior part of the prostate, the vas deferens, and the seminal vesicles.

It was the first time for both of them to practice this, and it was Wei Cheng who was the first to start such a horrifying act of digging out spiritual roots alive.

Now, there seems to be no difference between them and Wei Cheng.

With a twisting and lifting movement of his hand, a small ball of lavender flame-shaped spiritual root with a flickering faint light lingered on the tip of the sword that was infused with spiritual energy.

Zhou Wen's spiritual root attribute is...

Baili Qi and Jin Fu Yu looked left and right, and their minds were completely blank as to what they knew about this.

Could it be that... Zhou Wen's spiritual root is a mutant spiritual root that is extremely rare in the world of cultivation and no one has been able to discover it yet?

However, the problem they are facing is not to study the nature of Zhou Wen's spiritual roots...

After the spiritual root is taken out, does it have to be put into Baili Qi's Dantian in the same way?

A strange thought came to Jin Fuyu's mind. Could it be that the Sect Master's wife's weakness was that she was afraid of pain...that's why she was wasting time and hesitating?

He knew the secret of murder and the boy dared not to have any wild thoughts.

Baili Qi didn't pay him any attention. He had the same idea as Jin Fuyu. Is there anyone who can tell him how to take out the spiritual root and put it back into his body?

I don’t really want to make a hole under my belly button like Zhou Wen did, do I?

There is a little person crying loudly inside Baili Qi.

The spiritual roots should be put aside for the time being, and Zhou Wen’s wounds and blood need to be treated and bandaged.

In order to confirm his idea, Jin Fuyu rushed to take over this delicate job, allowing Baili Qi to focus on studying the appropriate method of changing the owner of the spiritual root.

It's impossible to dig it out. Just thinking about it hurts so much.

Or, swallow it with your mouth?

Of course, he didn't tell the boy who was working with his head down about this method.

Directly declare his wild ideas through practical operations.

As a result, the spiritual roots seemed to be loath to enter through his mouth. It was not because there was a bad smell in his mouth, but because the wet and sticky environment made the spiritual roots very resistant.

Unable to enter outside the body, Baili Qi had to sit in the chair and think of other good ideas.

He didn't care about the abandonment of the useless spiritual roots. As long as Zhou Wen's high-quality spiritual roots were deeply planted, the useless spiritual roots would be replaced and completely devoured.

Although he hated Zhou Wen, his spiritual roots were quite cute. Baili Qi couldn't help but touch the small flame on the spiritual root, and was caught off guard and his fingertips were burned.

Hey... this spiritual root has quite a temper.

Jin Fuyu had nothing to do at the moment, so he wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the man's magic sword suddenly blocked the boy in front of him.

"Tell me your name and your master."

The boy's tense defensive posture instantly softened. He misunderstood his wife's intentions. She originally wanted to find out his name and who his master was.

After the respectful bow, Jin Fuyu did not dare to hold back and revealed in general terms, "My husband... my master, I am a disciple of Elder Liu. My surname is Jin and my name is Fuyu."

He could tell from the words that the young man wanted to be Liu Qi's apprentice. Baili Qi felt a little restless at the moment. He really couldn't avoid the thing he was worried about.

He asked tentatively but confidently: "Did Liu Yan ask you to come and lend a helping hand to me? So that you can expose my crimes and warn the sect members, so that I will be ruined from now on."

The sound of clanging was deafening, and the young man's legs were shaking with fear and he fell to his knees with a plop.

"Master, please understand. I have absolutely no selfish motives. This is what I did, and there is absolutely no evil in it. It was not ordered by Liu Han. I... I have hated Liu Han to the core, and it is even more impossible for me to work for him. Master, please understand!"

The man supported his forehead with one hand and did not give any praise for a long time. The long wait unnecessarily put a mountain of pressure on the young man.

"Look up at me," he ordered in a harsh tone.

Jin Fu Yu couldn't hide his inner panic, and he raised his head tremblingly to look at him.

His calm eyes stirred up ripples of appreciation; the boy's appearance was so stunning that even he himself couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

Realizing his own impoliteness, the man coughed lightly, waved his hand and let the boy leave without any explicit instructions.

Before leaving, Baili Qi couldn't bear it anymore and said that he would protect him and not let him be persecuted by Liu Chan. You know, Zhou Wen's spiritual roots were dissected by him, and if Liu Chan was the first to know about it, he would not let him go.

The man couldn't find a suitable person to solve the problem of how to make use of the spiritual root in his palm. As for a good candidate, Baili Qi thought of one, but... this person's past made him feel troubled.

Whether to help or not is still a question. With a nervous and expectant mood, the man still picked up Zhou Min's voice-transmitting jade. After struggling reluctantly for several times, he finally connected with the other party.

Hearing that kind and familiar voice again, Baili Qi's prepared words were disrupted.

Asking for help but backing down at the last minute. Xu Luoge asked several times, but Zhou Wen didn't say a word.

"Snap" Unfortunately, the voice transmission jade was shut down by the person on the other end.

Liu Tang suddenly had the urge to visit Baili Qi today. At this moment, he was walking on the road to their bedroom.

Yunmiao Peak Disciple Courtyard.

Ming, who transformed into a bird, was extremely comfortable in the enemy's lair in the world of cultivation. His daily activities consisted of being fed by Chu Yunze and being friendly with Chu Yunze.

Occasionally returning to one's original form is just to relieve the normal physiological needs that everyone has.

The training time is getting more and more tiring day by day. For the disciples of Jiyue Mountain, except for those who want to break through and advance, there are also those who go down the mountain to gain experience and eliminate demons. The rest will be sent to the secret realm to perform tasks.

Jiang Yuning and Chu Yunze had participated in the event in the past and had accumulated experience in entering the country with their master, so there were no places reserved for them in this batch of disciples.

The "older generation" of disciples are nothing more than the direct disciples of each peak who are stationed at Jiyue Mountain, while the rest of the disciples arrive at designated locations in a split manner to complete their assigned tasks.

Jiang Yuning showed great interest in kendo, and Ye Yifan and Mo Zhiyuan became sparring partners. When Mo Zhiyuan was there, Qian Miaomiao would definitely be there too.

The sword techniques that had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations had already formed a sword manual in his mind that needed to be expanded, and the boy's forehead was covered with sweat from his hard work and study.

Ye Yifan, who was sparring with him, could not escape the result of being drenched in sweat, and Mo Zhiyuan was so tired that he hid in a nearby teahouse and drank tea.

The teahouse looked much narrower than an ordinary pavilion. The unobstructed windows on all four sides were hung with sword-shaped gauze curtains outlined in ink. In the middle was a rectangular coffee table made of polished stone. On both sides of the coffee table, the ground was covered with blankets of the same shape, on which were placed a few cushions that could only be used for sitting cross-legged.

The freshly brewed tea on the coffee table is supplied in limited quantities every day, and each person is provided with a maximum of two pots of thirst-quenching tea per day.

"Mo Zhiyuan, why are you here alone to slack off again?"

As if afraid of not attracting other people's attention, Qian Miaomiao spoke in a very loud voice.

The girl walked up the steps and sat down elegantly opposite the coffee table, resting her white wrist on her chin as she stared at the man she loved intently.

Having never been burned by a girl's gaze, Mo Zhiyuan subconsciously adjusted his tea drinking manners and sipped the tea slowly and leisurely.

"You came here just to make sure I didn't waste tea? How boring, Qian Miaomiao."

The girl smiled and said, "It's not boring to watch handsome guys drinking tea."

Mo Zhiyuan was instantly choked by her words. He shouldn't have had the nerve to talk to Qian Miaomiao. There was no need to expose his infatuation in front of the person involved.

The teahouse was temporarily quiet, and no more sounds that disturbed the scenery were heard.

Compared to Jiang Yuning's hard work and diligence, Chu Yunze's kendo skills are really far behind.

He was sure that he had no talent for swordsmanship, so after completing daily basic and advanced swordsmanship, he returned to the disciple courtyard of Jiyue Mountain to bathe and take the next round of required meditation courses.

The trees in the Disciple Courtyard will stop growing in height after a certain growth period. Looking around, the precious and famous trees with their roots entwined around their trunks are all the same height.

Ming was hopping on the rough treetops, holding an orange fruit with a pointed top and a round bottom in its beak.

He had just sucked the juice from the fruit, which tasted sour and sweet and he wanted to eat more. He didn't know whether his baby had tasted the fruit from this tree before, but regardless of whether he had tasted it or not, he picked a few more and prepared to take them back to Chu Yunze's room to eat slowly.

Behind six folding screens, a handsome young man was half-lying in a tall bathtub with his eyes closed. If you walk a few steps forward and get closer, you can see that his face seems pale and he seems to be enduring waves of pain.

The hot water vapor wetly covered the slightly opened red lips, like a petal of red lips winding around with dew.

Since the first attack of pain, the intervals between each attack have become shorter and shorter.

There isn't even any rules that you can control.

After transforming into a human, Ming came behind the folding screen with a handful of fruits, and witnessed someone fainting due to severe pain.

The fruit in his hand fell freely to the ground, and he quickly pulled his partner out of the bucket before he had time to put on his clothes.

After using some of his spiritual power to dry the moisture off his body, he gently placed him on the plain mattress.

He pulled over a quilt that exuded a delicate and refreshing fragrance and covered himself with it, then used the spiritual power in his body for other purposes.

Fortunately, it was not a deep faint. After regulating his breathing for a few minutes, Chu Yunze woke up on his own, and then came over with a worried look on his face.

"Yunze, why did you faint while taking a bath? Don't hide it from me if something happened."

The charming-looking man was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. One can imagine how serious the impact of that scene was on him.

Before the cause of the illness was found out, Chu Yunze decided to conceal it in order to prevent Xunming from being worried all day long. "It may be that you have been practicing too hard recently, which is why this happened. You should go back to the demon world first. I am afraid that once your identity is revealed, the bloody consequences will be unimaginable."

The thought of driving the person away came to his mind, but he didn't know that in Ming's eyes, his partner would also be afraid of the opposing identities of immortal and demon.

He was so sad that the remaining words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he left this world without looking back.

Because of this heartbreaking sentence, Xun Ming returned to the Demon Realm in despair. On the way back, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning around him.

He didn't know what Mo Qianyu said to him in person, and his ears seemed to be immersed in water and his hearing became blurry.

The abnormality of his subordinates finally aroused the impatience of the Demon Lord. The master was about to give birth, so he had no choice but to let Ming take over the Demon Realm. He did not consider the Demon Realm or the Cultivation Realm as the place of delivery. Who would have thought that the person he was admonishing was so disappointing? He repeated it three times! Three times!

The young man's patience was exhausted, so he caught Ming and beat him up. The man finally listened to what he wanted to share in advance.

The so-called heartbreak is nothing more than a light sentence from your lover: "Go back to the demon world, I'm afraid your identity will be exposed."

The sudden blow was not just a little bit, it was endless!

Apart from his master, the Demon Queen of the Demon Realm, who else could persuade Yunze baby to change his mind and would accept his small request?

New problems arise: meeting the Demon Queen is more difficult than meeting the Demon Lord.