I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

The Wanghe Sect's members got along relatively well. There might be some quarrels between some disciples, but they were mostly out in the open, with few people stalking others behind their backs.

This also gave him more time to reflect.

Is becoming a demon cultivator really what he pursues?

No, never.

Everyone hopes to walk comfortably under the sun rather than being a rat in the gutter.

At that time, he began to think about leaving the Blood Luomen.

Unfortunately, he had already been swept away by the tide of fate at that time and could not turn back.

With the support of the Xue Luo Sect behind the scenes, Feng Buxuan continued to make his mark in the sect.

His reputation and status were steadily improving bit by bit.

Everyone in the sect knows that there is a helpful and kind-hearted Senior Brother Feng.

Within a few years, he became one of the most outstanding disciples in the inner sect.

Wherever he went, he could hear people praising him and the passionate gazes of the female disciples.

If only it could continue like this.

But he knew that this situation was just an illusion. Once his identity as an undercover demon cultivator was exposed, he would be killed without a burial place.

So he really hopes to maintain all this.

Later, Dongfang Liang and Yang Siqin had a child.

He witnessed the harmony and happiness of this family with his own eyes.

But what does all this have to do with me?

One day, the guardian ghost found him.

"Are you interested in that woman? Why are you always hiding in the dark and spying on her even though she's already married?"

"I didn't, sir. I just..."

"Okay, I can't speak clearly when I mention this woman. You still want to hide your thoughts from me."

"me……"

"Don't say anything. If I help you get this woman, how are you going to thank me?"

Getting her? This was something Feng Buxuan didn't even dare to think about at that time.

However, this is indeed the most selfish thought in his heart.

Every time he saw that girl, he felt a great comfort in his heart. Just by looking at her, he could gain unprecedented peace from the nightmares he was suffering from.

It turned out that he had fallen in love with the woman named Yang Siqin without realizing it.

"But she is already married and even has two children." Feng Buxuan hesitated.

"Hahaha, when I was your age, I had played with countless women. This kind of wife, especially those who have given birth to children, is more attractive." The guardian ghost patted the young man's back, looking like he was talking about a cliché.

Then the plan began.

Feng Buxuan began to make friends with Elder Zhang Song.

Elder Zhang loved drinking the most, so he looked for famous wines in the world to give to this alcoholic elder.

"Elder, you have a big appetite!" Feng Buxuan flattered Zhang Song as he watched him hold up the wine jar and drink tons of wine.

Zhang Song had a habit of drinking good wine together, firstly to compete with others in drinking capacity, and secondly to enjoy the fun of drinking with many people.

And you are not allowed to use internal energy to eliminate the effects of alcohol when drinking.

So every time he held a banquet, he would get a lot of drinks.

But at a banquet one time, he saw that everyone else was drunk, and there was another young man drinking with him, an old man.

So he became drinking buddies with the young man.

The two of them often drank and talked happily, chatting about everything under the influence of alcohol.

It was also for this reason that they quickly became familiar with each other and became good friends who could talk about anything.

"Elder Zhang, where is the bed?" Feng Buxuan supported Zhang Song and sent him to his residence.

The drunk elder couldn't find a bed, so he just lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

This was convenient for Feng Buxuan, as he searched Zhang Song's room thoroughly.

Eventually, a secret room was discovered under the bed.

After careful study, he opened the door of the secret room and entered.

But it was filled with densely packed defensive formations, making it almost impossible to move forward.

He didn't have enough time to dismantle the formation, and he was also afraid that the noise would wake up Zhang Song who was sleeping.

Just when he was about to give up, the red seal on his chest lit up.

"You did a good job. Leave the rest to me." The voice of the guardian Wu sounded in his mind.

This sudden change scared Feng Buxuan, but fortunately he was trained and would not lose his composure because of such a small matter.

A bloody skeleton hand stretched out from his chest. The strange bony hand simply waved, and the formations in the secret room gradually became ineffective.

After doing all this, the ghostly old man said in a voice, "Hurry up, I'm just temporarily disabling the formation here. You have one stick of incense to finish it."

Before he could be surprised by the guardian Wu's ability to make the formation ineffective across spatial distances, Feng Buxuan began to search for the information he wanted.

Then he found some secret letters.

He recorded every secret letter on a photo stone.

From the secret letter, we learned that Dongfang Liang’s son was the undercover agent lurking in Xue Luomen.

This led to the subsequent leak of Wanghe Sect's secrets, which resulted in a group of outstanding disciples being attacked and wiped out by evil cultivators.

The Dongfang family was also implicated.

Dongfang Wenqiang was killed after his identity was exposed, but he did not reveal the sect's secrets.

The person who actually leaked the secret was Feng Buxuan.

As a result, the Dongfang family suffered an unjust accusation and became a scapegoat.

Wanghe Sect searched and confiscated the Dongfang family on the grounds of collective responsibility.

Dongfang Liang was also executed for this.

However, Yang Siqin escaped the disaster thanks to Feng Buxuan's substitution.

This woman naively thought that it was her ex-husband who entrusted her to Feng Buxuan.

When Yang Siqin was at her darkest point in life, it was Feng Buxuan who brought her hope and accompanied her out of the trough.

She never knew that the man who took such good care of her was actually the culprit who persecuted the Dongfang family.

As spring goes and autumn comes, Feng Buxuan always responds to her requests.

Over time, she fell under this man's gentle offensive.

Later on, Yang Siqin married Feng Buxuan.

After getting married, Feng Buxuan became more determined to leave the Xue Luo Sect.

However, he had already boarded the pirate ship, so it was not so easy to get off.

After facilitating the marriage between Feng Buxuan and Yang Siqin, this woman became his weak point.

The guardian ghost often uses Yang Siqin as a threat, forcing Feng Buxuan to do this and that.

Feng Buxuan could give up his own life, but he could not ignore the life and death of this woman.

"Go get me the list of Zhang Xianli's entourage for this trip."

"This disciple of Wanghe Sect is quite good. Go and assign him a mission, and our people will kidnap him on the road."

"Which disciples of Wanghe Sect are heading to the Suiyang Mountain Secret Realm this time?"

"What? You don't want to do it? Aren't you afraid that your wife will fall into the hands of these horny strong men behind us?"

"You don't want your wife to serve so many big men at the same time, do you?"

"Even if you're not afraid of death, you still have to consider that woman."

Feng Buxuan thought again and again about reforming himself and becoming a new man.

But ever since he was branded with that mark of shame by the Wu Guardian, he had no other choice. In the hands of the Wu Guardian, he was actually no different from a dog.

Just like that, whether Feng Buxuan was willing or not, he became the knife in the hands of the guardian ghost.

……

Feng Buxuan woke up slowly and found that several other peak masters and elders of Wanghe Sect were standing around him.

In the past, he and these people were brothers, but now they looked at him with only hatred.

Has this day finally arrived?

Feng Buxuan felt relieved.

Finally, I don't have to pretend anymore.

"I'm going to kill you, you bastard."

At this time, a woman rushed up from under the stage.

It was his wife Yang Siqin.

At this time, Yang Siqin's eyes were bloodshot, and she was holding a sword in her hand. She rushed towards Feng Buxuan with murderous intent.

Dongfang Jingrou glanced at her mother.

Although she knew about Feng Buxuan's actions earlier than Yang Siqin, she hated him more than her mother.

But she wanted to leave the opportunity to kill this beast to her mother.

Tied up by the immortal ropes, Feng Buxuan knelt before his beloved woman. He did not struggle, but straightened his chest calmly.

He relaxed his body and released the protection of his spiritual power.

If I could die at the hands of the woman I love, it would be a relief.

He was already tired, and if there was an afterlife, he didn't want to practice anymore.

Even if he were a little boy in a mountain village, even if the world treated him unfairly, he would never go down the same path again.

The sword tip stopped half an inch in front of Feng Buxuan's throat, and he could even feel the chill coming from the sharp blade.

But the woman stopped, and the sword also stopped in the air.

Yang Siqin had enough reasons to kill Feng Buxuan.

She was like a fool, being fooled by this man for most of her life.

This man destroyed her family, killed her husband, killed her son, and separated her from her daughter.

As a result, she married her enemy and once thought that he was her destiny.

It's a lie, all of this is a lie.

The tip of the sword pierced a red dot in Feng Buxuan's throat, and bright red blood slowly dripped down.

However, her hand could not move forward even an inch.

Yang Siqin's hands were shaking violently.

She had never killed a living thing in her life, not even a fish or a chicken. In the past, she'd always have the meat prepared by the store. So how could she possibly kill someone?

Her aptitude for cultivation in her early years was not very good, and her foundation-building cultivation was also built up with the resources provided by Feng Buxuan.

In fact, she had no experience in fighting. Apart from seeing Feng Buxuan dancing with a sword in front of her, she had never been involved in a battle.

At this moment, she hated Feng Buxuan, but she still loved this man in her heart.

Love and hate, love and hate intertwined, this complex and indescribable emotion lingered in her heart like a tangled mess.

"Why? Why did you lie to me?" Yang Siqin yelled at the top of her lungs, her eyes filled with tears.

How could she accept that the person next to her was actually her biggest enemy in this life?