My Wife Cannot Be a Witch from the Hehuan Sect

Lu Zhaoxue, the brilliant eldest sister of the sect, picked up a dying little white fox. She kept it by her side as a spiritual pet, protecting it, pampering it, and even letting it sleep on her pillow. Little did they know, deep in those innocent fox eyes, there was hidden the soul of Yun Zhuo, the young master of the Hehuan Sect who was split back to his original form by the catastrophe. Her only purpose of getting close to this genius sword cultivator was to refine him into an excellent cauldron and drain him of his cultivation. Yunzhuo tried his best: he pretended to be in danger to lure her to sacrifice his life for him, devised a plan to protect Lu Zhaoxue from a fatal blow, and used magic to weave gentle traps on countless nights to lure her into lingering night after night. Lu Zhaoxue couldn't help but fall in love gradually, and her love was deeply rooted until her Taoist heart became unstable. In the end, in order to become a Taoist companion with the little fox, he did not hesitate to receive twelve thunders from the sky, and his cultivation was half-finished. Until that day, Hehuan Sect should be united inside and outside. The Tianyan Sect guarded by Lu Zhaoxue collapsed, the master's cultivation was abolished, and all his sect members were imprisoned. Standing in front of the collapsed mountain gate, Lu Zhaoxue looked at the 'loved pet' who was smiling coquettishly in the enemy's formation and returning to her true form as a witch. In front of everyone's attention, he killed himself with a horizontal sword. His Taoist heart was broken and he specialized in the ruthless Tao. A hundred years later, the leader of the righteous path, Lu Zhaoxue, held the sword in Bahuang. He was ruthless and ruthless, and no one dared to approach him. Yun Zhuo, who had become the master of the Hehuan Sect, came again and turned into a mortal tea girl. She made a pot of warm tea and said with the same smile as before: "This fairy sister, are you willing to be an ordinary couple with me for the rest of your life?" Lu Zhaoxue lowered his eyes and finished the drink, facing her day and night, as if he had forgotten all about his past. On the wedding day, when the two of them were bowing to each other, Lu Zhaoxue's snow-tempered sword, which had killed countless demons, pierced Yun Zhuo's dantian without any warning. "This time. I took it upon myself to kill my wife to prove my truth. Another hundred years later, the entire world of cultivation witnessed—— A baby girl with delicate features like a fairy child, climbed to the top of Tianyanzong Mountain alone, hugged Lu Zhaoxue's legs and shouted, "Mother! " And Sect Master Lu, who specialized in ruthlessness, actually agreed in a low voice. Intention: Success depends on people, and planning depends on God. Just work hard and leave the rest to God's will.