The Demon-Suppressing Tower, once the demons step in, they can only enter and cannot leave. So far, no demon has ever escaped.

"The last time that Jindan-stage fox demon came, it was such a great opportunity. We could have escaped if we had just destroyed the formation. It's all because of that madman..."

"Don't even think about it. Even if you can escape, you can't escape from the clutches of Su Hong, the head of Yanshan Sect."

"How can you know if you haven't tried it? If that lunatic hadn't been obstructing me, I might be living a happy life in the Demon Realm right now."

The demon cultivators were whispering to each other, and suddenly stopped talking.

"Hush, it seems like someone is looking for death again."

"Wait, this fox seems different from the last one."

As soon as the words fell, a snow-white figure slowly ascended the stairs, holding a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper. Wherever it passed, all the demon cultivators retreated in fear.

Until reaching the depths of the seventh floor, the boots suddenly stopped.

The man lifted up his shirt and sat on the ground, looking lazy and relaxed. He was none other than Si Wuxing who had been in seclusion for many days.

He passed the roast chicken through the cell door and sighed leisurely, "You live in such a shabby place."

In the cell, the man with his limbs bound by purple gold chains slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Si Wuxing's face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"It's not as beautiful as Master's, but it can still be considered pleasant."

Si Wuxing snorted softly, flicked his fingertips, and the prison door in front of him instantly broke. He slowly walked over to Cui Xueyi and looked her up and down. "I've raised you for so many years in vain, and you can't even break free from a few dog chains."

Cui Xueyi lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Yes, I am incompetent, and I have to trouble Master to save me."

Hearing his words, Si Wuxing pursed her lips and said in a lighter voice, "Stop acting."

Cui Xueyi noticed that he was unhappy, so she had to untie the chain around her wrist and muttered softly, "I didn't want Master to feel sorry for me, but Master is angry with me."

He killed many demon cultivators in the Demon-Suppressing Tower and absorbed a lot of demonic energy. A few chains naturally could not trap him. What could trap him was only the large formation outside the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Si Wuxing saw through his little thoughts and said expressionlessly, "What's going on?"

As if guessing he would ask, Cui Xueyi came forward with a smile, "Master, you are worried about me. Knowing that I died, did you secretly hide in a deserted place and cry every night?"

Si Wuxing smiled faintly, sat indifferently opposite him, unfolded the oil paper of the roast chicken and tore off a chicken leg.

"Not really. I have plenty of disciples, so the death of one or two is nothing to worry about. You should have seen my new disciple last time, the one who's with Mian Mian. He's more talented than you, and he's a lot less of a worry."

The smile on Cui Xueyi's face froze slightly. She tried hard to recall for a moment and finally remembered Xie Lu's face in her mind.

Yes, although I have only seen her appearance as a child, she is indeed very pretty and it is not difficult to tell that she is the type that Si Wuxing likes.

He stopped smiling and his tone turned colder. "So that's how it is. Master has forgotten the old one because he has found a new one. Then why did you come to see me?"

"Of course, it's to clean up the mess," Si Wuxing said casually, looking away. "A bastard disciple like you who has gone astray has brought shame upon this master. It would have been better for you to have died."

Cui Xueyi's smile completely disappeared, and her eyes were as dark as ink as she stared at him. Suddenly, she grabbed Si Wuxing's collar and pulled him in front of her. He said coldly, "It seems that Master still doesn't like to hear my good words."

Si Wuxing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously held his hand, but she heard Cui Xueyi's low voice in her ear.

"If you can't stand and listen, then kneel and listen."

His breathing stagnated slightly, and Si Wuxing took a light breath. A blush appeared on his face, and he knelt down in a wronged manner, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision.

Cui Xueyi helplessly patted the side of his face with the back of her hand, "Why are you still falling for this? Is this what you are looking for me for? Wouldn't it be the same if you let Mianmian play with you?"

Si Wuxing raised his eyes cautiously and said softly, "He has only been around Xie Lu recently."

"..." Cui Xueyi was so angry that she laughed a little and pinched his jaw, "I can play with you for a while, but after this, I have something important to tell you."

Si Wuxing half-raised his head to look at him, his Adam's apple slightly rolling, and said impatiently, "Yeah."

After one stick of incense.

Si Wuxing returned to normal, but his face and body were covered with ambiguous bruises. He straightened his slightly messy clothes and felt very refreshed.

"Well, I'll finish in a quarter of an hour. I still have to go back to practice."

Cui Xueyi had long been accustomed to his disloyal appearance and sighed, "Master, you really don't care what happens to me anymore."

"What's the point of caring?" Si Wuxing said coldly, as if it had nothing to do with him. "You've been faking your death for three years and you haven't even thought of coming to see me once."

"What fake death?" Cui Xueyi, as if she had suffered a great injustice, exaggeratedly wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes. "Su Hong pretended to send me to exorcise the demon, but in reality, he lured me into the Heart Forging Secret Realm and caused me to go astray. He wanted to trap me in the Demon Suppression Tower under the guise of a demon cultivator, and use me as nutrients for his ascension. The Demon Suppression Tower would slowly convert me into spiritual energy for him to use as he pleased!"

Hearing his words, Si Wuxing frowned slightly, but soon relaxed. He said calmly, "If that's the case, why didn't you come out and ask me for help when your junior brother wanted to rescue you last time?"

After a short pause, he looked at Cui Xueyi in front of him, his most proud disciple. "How dare you say that you don't have the intention of stalking the mantis while the cicada is waiting for you?"

The Demon-Suppressing Tower, where countless demon cultivators are captured every year and every month. He doesn't know what kind of evil skills Cui Xueyi has learned that can devour the demonic energy of demon cultivators, but he can see that Cui Xueyi's cultivation level is already a thousand miles away from what it was in the past.

Cui Xueyi's expression grew colder as she slowly took a half step back, leaning against the cold wall. "Master, I can't hide anything from you. I did absorb a lot of demonic energy, but Su Hong was the one who harmed me first. I will not stop until I have my revenge. I want to become stronger just for revenge."

Si Wuxing looked at him calmly for a long time, then took his eyes off his face.

"Xueyi, you are my smartest disciple, but also the one I worry about the most. Mian'er may be dim, but you will never easily stray into evil. You came to the mountain at the age of ten, and even from a young age you were stronger than anyone else. I warned you that being too thoughtful would only harm your cultivation, but you never listened to me."

"I have clearly told you countless times not to accept the mission of the Sect Leader. Why did you go to see the Sect Leader without telling me that day?"

Cui Xueyi's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He remained silent and clenched his fingers.

"Because you want to become stronger, even stronger." Si Wuxing stared at him clearly, and said word by word, "You have long been dissatisfied with being by my side, and you are unwilling to stay in Yanshan anymore. You are willing to become a demon, right?"

The surroundings were silent. Cui Xueyi remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled, "So, Master, are you here to persuade me to change my ways, or to kill me for the sake of justice?"

Si Wuxing slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"If I must say, I'm probably here to help the evildoers."

Cui Xueyi was slightly stunned.

"I can't afford to lose you two foolish and careless disciples again in my life." Si Wuxing stuffed the torn roast chicken leg into his mouth. Seeing his dazed look as if he didn't react, he looked exactly like Shen Yimian.

He also smiled, turned and left.

"I will help you get revenge. Just remember, even if you really become a demon one day, I will always be your master."

Cui Xueyi looked at his departing back for a while. Then he threw away the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and with some unspeakable anger, he stomped on the iron chain under his feet.

After falling into the devil, he indeed became a complete madman.

Just now, there was a moment when he wanted to kill his master.

*

"Have you met Xie Wenzhou?"

Xie Lu nodded and said, "I have seen him. He said some worthless nonsense."

Shen Yimian frowned and said in confusion, "You broke off the engagement, and the plot has completely gone astray. He didn't tell you what to do next."

Hearing this, Xie Lu quickly understood his implication and whispered, "I know what to do, but I have to leave Zuo Lingfeng first."

Shen Yimian was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why did you leave Zuo Lingfeng?"

"If I want to go against Master Jingshui and the Sect Leader, I cannot involve Zuo Lingfeng, otherwise you will be in danger." This is the answer Xie Lu came up with after repeated calculations. Only by leaving here and temporarily severing ties with Zuo Lingfeng can he avoid dragging Shen Yimian into this mess.

The head of Yanshan, Su Hong, has at least reached the upper realm of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. It can almost be said that he has one foot halfway into the threshold of ascension. With Xie Lu's current strength, his chances of winning are slim.

Shen Yimian realized it belatedly and became a little worried. Not to mention Jingshui Zhenren and Yanshan Sect Leader, he couldn't even beat a Heavenly Rank disciple. If Xie Lu really killed Jingshui Zhenren in the name of Zuo Lingfeng, what would Zuo Lingfeng do?

He was not worried about his own safety, but more worried about Si Wuxing.

The master has been cleaning up the messes for his disciples all his life. Even though Xie Lu has just started learning, he will never sit idly by and watch Xie Lu live or die.

If something happened, he would not be able to explain to his deceased senior brothers and sisters, nor would he be able to explain to himself.

"How do you plan to leave Zuo Lingfeng?" Shen Yimian asked in a low voice, "Or wait for Master to come back, and I will ask Master for you."

Xie Lu didn't think Si Wuxing would help him. Although Si Wuxing loved his disciples, he only loved Shen Yimian especially.

Si Wuxing never took disciples like them, who had only been disciples for a short time, seriously.

"No need, I won't implicate you and Master..."

Before Xie Lu finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"What's the matter that involves me?" Si Wuxing walked into the house with his hands behind his back. His eyes fell on Shen Yimian's red lips, and his expression froze. "What's wrong with your lips? Who bit you?"

Shen Yimian was also stunned, pointing to the bruise on the corner of Si Wuxing's lips, "I also want to ask you what's wrong with you?"

Being discovered by him, Si Wuxing coughed dryly and whispered in his ear, "I just accidentally fell."

The corner of Shen Yimian's mouth twitched slightly. He obviously didn't believe that Si Wuxing, with his cultivation level, could fall flat on his face.

Seeing Si Wuxing still staring at him meaningfully, Shen Yimian covered his lips uncomfortably and whispered, "I, I was just not careful when I was walking..."

"I kissed him."

Si Wuxing and Shen Yimian looked at Xie Lu at the same time. Xie Lu didn't understand the atmosphere at all and said calmly, "Master, the bruise on your face didn't come from a fall. I think you were hit."

Si Wuxing was silent for a moment, then pulled Shen Yimian to his side and said, "Watch his mouth."

Shen Yimian held his forehead helplessly, "Got it."