Cold Flame Tribulation

On the white jade steps of the Xuanji Immortal Sect, Shi Chen knelt for a hundred years. He was the most humble servant of the sect, holding the broom with his skeletal fingers, and even his breath smelled like dust. When he tremblingly asked to hold hands before dying, all he got in exchange was the cold sneer from the leader Ling Shuangyue. "Is this old slave worthy of love?" The ninety-nine jade steps were spotless with his bloody hands, but he couldn't wait for a promise. When he was on the verge of death, he discovered the most horrifying secret: the world-famous Iceberg Sect Master was being devoured by the Cold Flame Technique, and there was a heart-burning and bone-burning heat hidden under his ice muscles. "You need yang energy?" A crazy smile appeared on Shichen's haggard face. He was once an ant that could be trampled upon by others, but now he has grasped the weakness of Jiutian Phoenix. By the ice jade pool, water vapor is steaming. He used the pure Yang energy he had accumulated over the past century to forcefully open the frozen fairy door. "You want me to make a furnace?" Shi Chen caressed her stunning face, his one eye burning with the fire of revenge. "Then I will use this broken body to refine your superior Xuanji Immortal Sect!" Hundreds of years of slavery, one day comes back. When the most humble dust, stained with the clear light of frost, is destined to set off huge waves. Do you think I'm an ant? Then I will show you how the ants eat away at the fairy mountain! Do you want to suck my yang energy to stay alive? I will steal your immortal essence and ruin the world! Shi Chen held the "Cold Flame Gongyang Scroll" and smiled more ferociously than an evil ghost: "Ling Shuangyue, you owe me hundreds of years of warmth and warmth, it's time to use your journey to immortality to pay for it!"