Shura Field

The young man's blade pressed against Xiao Qinghe's chest, every word clipped and squeezed almost from between his clenched teeth. "Before I recover, you aren't going anywhere!"

Xiao Qinghe shivered violently.

It was not only because of the murderous intent in the young man's tone, but also because the chill of the Ice Spring bit to the bone. Soaking in the Ice Spring was equivalent to being stark naked in a freezing blizzard.

It was fucking freezing!

Xie Jun was definitely retaliating against him!

But big brother, I didn't want this either!

Touching what shouldn't be touched and having his lips brush what shouldn't be touched had not been his intention. Who made him unable to see?!

Xiao Qinghe's lips turned white with cold. "Little brother, the Sect has urgent matters that desperately need my attention, so I..."

"Shut up."

"I need to pee."

The blade pressed against his chest stabbed in another fraction of an inch, accompanied by grim intimidation. "One more word of nonsense and I'll kill you!"

Xiao Qinghe: "..."

Even a pee-escape wouldn't work?

Xiao Qinghe was on the verge of tears, silently asking the system, Did Xie Jun's character setting get OOC'd? Was he this savage when he first appeared in the original work?

The Hellish System played dead and gave no response for a long time.

Yet Xiao Qinghe was truly about to die.

He was freezing to death.

The Ice Spring water was bone-chilling. Replaced by Sect disciples with profound cultivation, they could ward off the cold by circulating True Energy, but he couldn't.

His setting was a mediocre noob whose cultivation was ordinary. He finally managed to use cheats in the later stages, only to suffer cultivation deviation and be killed by his master. He simply couldn't be more of a cannon fodder.

Without True Energy to protect his body, the Ice Spring water could freeze a person into an ice popsicle.

"Little brother... Is your Charm Poison gone... Can you let me go now..." Xiao Qinghe trembled, his breath hanging by a thread.

Before his voice fell, only a splash was heard.

A wave of ice water rushed toward his face, accompanied by a formidable force that pressed him down onto the bank.

The scrap of cloth blinding his eyes fell off, allowing him to clearly see the other person's appearance at that moment.

The Demon Marks had vanished. The young man's skin was fair, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, so androgynously beautiful it was hard to tell gender.

He was completely drenched, his clothes clinging messily to his body. His physical contours were on the verge of breaking through, exuding a fragile allure.

In this time and setting, male beauty was bewitching.

Yet his gaze was murderous.

Clearly possessing the frail body of a youth, he somehow possessed a formidable strength that pressed Xiao Qinghe down so he couldn't move at all. One hand clamped onto Xiao Qinghe's neck, tightening the grip, and tightening it further.

"Bai Yuqing of the Thirteenth Sect of the Demon-Slaying Sect possesses formidable Magic Power; you couldn't possibly be his disciple! Just who on earth are you, and what exact purpose do you have in entangling yourself with me? Speak!"

I didn't want to transmigrate into the noob disciple of the strongest cheat in the Demon-Slaying Sect either!

Besides, even if I am a noob, I saved you after all. Is repaying kindness like crossing a river and demolishing the bridge really alright?

Xiao Qinghe found it difficult to voice words with his throat pinched. "I..."

At least let me speak!

Let go!

If you don't let go again, I'm going to kick the bucket!

Right at that moment, a sword glare came aggressively, heading straight for Xie Jun's face.

Xie Jun's expression changed slightly; he flipped his wrist and met the long sword head-on.

Clang-

The sword body vibrated three times.

Xie Jun took this fatal blow raw, but it was far too strained. His Five Viscera and Six Bowels suffered a severe shock, and clutching his chest, he retched up a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Qinghe was startled.

For the person who had arrived to be this formidable, there was only one possibility.

"Master?"

Beside the Ice Spring, white robes fluttered without wind. The man possessed the bearing of an immortal, handsome and upright, and a long sword brimming with righteous energy pointed straight at Xie Jun's head.

His gaze swept across, taking in the scene before him, and his pupils constricted slightly.

He saw that inside the Ice Spring, his only closed-door disciple was pinned to the ground, and straddling his waist was a half-undressed, bewitching youth.

The two of them had wet clothes and hair, their posture ambiguous-the scene was unimaginably ambiguous and sultry.

And his usually proper disciple was pale-faced at this moment, a circle of red strangle marks around his neck, clearly having suffered forced humiliation.

Where had this dissolute scoundrel come from to actually bully Bai Yuqing's disciple right within the territory of his Demon-Slaying Sect!

"Scoundrel!" Enraged, Bai Yuqing struck with lightning speed, hitting Xie Jun with a heavy palm strike.

Xie Jun's lingering poison had just been cleared, and merely taking that previous blow from him had already been a stretch. Unable to evade in time now, his body flew airborne, getting sent flying away raw.

His spine slammed against the stone wall, and he almost heard the sound of bones cracking.

Xie Jun gripped his sword in a reverse hold, propping up his single-knee-kneeling body, and forcefully swallowed back the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. A pair of eyes staring at Bai Yuqing turned bloodshot and crimson.

This man was terrifyingly strong!

Having transmigrated for three years, this was also Xiao Qinghe's first time seeing his master fly into a rage, and for a moment he was badly frightened.

You must know that his Master hated the Demon Clan to the bone. There was no guarantee he wouldn't see through the fact that Xie Jun was from the Demon Clan, and by then, Xie Jun would not escape death.

Whose thigh was he supposed to hug then?

Of course Xiao Qinghe couldn't let the prospective male lead die, and calling out lowly, he pulled Bai Yuqing's attention over. "Master..."

True to form, Bai Yuqing looked over.

He touched down with his toes, flew forward to land before him, and fished him out from the Ice Spring. "Disciple, did he harm you?"

"Unharmed... Just cold..."

His entire person was about to freeze, and the cold wind kept blowing in gusts-that sensation was simply thrilling.

His clothes were also soaked through, clinging wetly to his body, the body underneath the damp garments looming faintly visible.

Bai Yuqing merely glanced once before averting his gaze, taking off the outer robe on his body and wrapping it around Xiao Qinghe.

Raising his eyes once more, he looked toward the disheveled, blood-spitting youth. His gaze turned fierce, and murderous intent gradually manifested.

At this moment, the system that only Xiao Qinghe could hear rang out once again.

[Please, Host, complete the plot task: Successfully rescue Xie Jun from Bai Yuqing's hands.]

Xiao Qinghe wanted to rescue him alright, but Master was the combat ceiling of the entire sect. How could a plain and unremarkable noob like him possibly rescue someone from Master's hands?

This was complete bullshit!

The system's prompt tone sounded once again: [According to the readers' requests, please, Host, rescue Xie Jun in the following manner--]

Upon seeing the blazing red prompt words on the electronic screen, Xiao Qinghe went black before the eyes.

Just what kind of bizarre entities were the readers of this Hellish System anyway? Why did they like such dogblood lines?!

In his heart, Xiao Qinghe refused. However, Bai Yuqing left no mercy under his sword; he simply had no room for refusal.

He saw Bai Yuqing lightly tap his toes, gathering his energy while wielding his sword. The blade pierced the wind and went straight for Xie Jun's throat.

Under heavy injuries, Xie Jun was simply no match for him. Having barely blocked two moves, he retreated step by step, looking as though he was about to die by Bai Yuqing's sword.

In his anxiety, Xiao Qinghe abruptly lunged forward, blocking raw in front of Xie Jun.

Hardening his heart and closing his eyes, he practically roared out that shameful line-

"Master, to kill him, you must first kill me and step over my corpse!"

[Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!]

Without needing to guess, the readers in the system's comment section had gone crazy again, and the tip prompts sounded as dense as a rainstorm.

Inside the cave, however, there was absolute silence.

The two confronting each other froze in unison, their gazes landing concurrently on Xiao Qinghe.

One was startled; one was furious.

The startled one was Xie Jun.

He had been an ominous person since birth, and everyone wished they could get rid of him quickly. He had never imagined that one day, there would be someone willing to risk their life to protect him!

The furious one was Bai Yuqing.

The disciple he had raised with his own hands had actually turned his elbows outward, willing to oppose him for the sake of a dissolute scoundrel who had humiliated him!

Xiao Qinghe: Save me, save me.