Holy Maiden, wait a minute. Why are you asking me to cultivate again?

"Holy Maiden, do you want it?"

"I want it! Give it to me, Song Zhao! Give me all the yang energy within you!"

"Hahaha, Holy Maiden, if you want to cultivate with me, you'll have to beg me."

"I beg you, I beg you..."

Where others could not see, the high and mighty Holy Maiden of the Tianwu Sect was kneeling before Song Zhao, like a little dog wagging its tail and begging.

As night deepened, the moonlight peeked through the clouds, and the nightingale's intermittent calls were exceptionally clear in the silence.

The wind, carrying a drizzle, swirled and murmured under the eaves.

Inside the room, Su Fangyue's baby skin glowed softly in the candlelight, and her supple body made one want to gently caress it.

When the Nine Yin Nine Yang Technique was activated, the Yin energy from the Foundation Establishment realm continuously fed back to Song Zhao.

Perhaps it won't be long before he can cultivate the first level of the Chaotic Yin-Yang Dao Body to the later stage.

At that time, with his Qi Refining Level 7 strength, he was basically invincible among Qi Refining cultivators of the same level, unless he encountered a monstrous Qi Refining cultivator.

"Give it your all, and we'll break through to the late stage tonight!"

In the middle of the night, Song Zhao gently woke up Su Fangyue, who was fast asleep.

"Want to train together again? How about next time?"

Su Fangyue looked at Song Zhao with some fear, her smooth feet shrinking back.

Good heavens! Is this how an old man nearing eighty should behave?

How come this person is so much fiercer than when we were at the Treasure Pavilion last time?

Cultivators don't cultivate all the time; they need to rest, okay?

If things continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with this old servant's pace if I don't break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment soon.

Song Zhao played the softer card: "Holy Maiden, after this, I will be going down the mountain to do a mission."

"I don't know how long it will be before I can come back, so I'll be a little greedy."

"Okay, fine." Su Fangyue relented, then suddenly warned, "No strange movements this time."

Don't worry.

Song Zhao patted Su Fangyue's pert, shapely buttocks, and the other woman instantly understood...

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the No. 52 courtyard.

"Phew~"

"Finally, I've broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refining."

Lin Shuangwan smiled knowingly and began to check her own physical condition.

In the past three or four days, she did not experience any symptoms of the strange illness and successfully broke through to a higher realm.

"I have to thank that old handyman; my smooth progress is all thanks to him."

"No wonder the dual cultivation method is called a heretical sect; it turns out there are so many benefits to it."

It can suppress one's strange illness, improve one's cultivation, and also uplift one's mood.

Before Song Zhao came along, when the strange illness flared up, she could only use something like Mr. Horn to deal with it.

But how can something fake compare to human warmth and passion?

As Lin Shuangwan thought of this, the image of Song Zhao involuntarily appeared in her mind.

"How can this old handyman be so charming?"

"He must have been very handsome when he was young."

She left her meditation room, took a good bath and burned incense, changed into a Cantonese embroidered moonlight dress that she rarely wore, put on exquisite makeup, and planned to find Song Zhao to complete the wolf demon mission.

"A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her; what is the meaning of this, Master?"

The maidservant cautiously chuckled and asked.

Lin Shuangwan lifted her skirt and looked herself up and down in the bronze mirror: "Look at me, is there anything about me that doesn't look good?"

"No, no, my master is a beauty of unparalleled grace. Even in casual clothes, she would outshine all others!"

The maidservant, holding a box in her hand, smiled until her eyes crinkled into crescent moons: "Master, this belongs to Young Master Wang."

Upon hearing the name "Young Master Wang," Lin Shuangwan's initially excellent mood vanished by half.

"I've already told you, he doesn't need to bring his things over anymore."

Lin Shuangwan glanced at the box with disgust.

The maid immediately knelt on the ground in fright: "Master, please calm down. It was Young Master Wang who insisted that I deliver it."

"He said he would kill me if I didn't take this."

"He dares?"

Lin Shuangwan's charming fox-like eyes sharpened: "This Wang Yushu is simply being unreasonable."

Wang Yushu is the most handsome man in the Tianwu Sect and also a fervent pursuer of Lin Shuangwan.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Therefore, Wang Yushu was also called Young Master Wang by the disciples within the sect.

Although Wang Yushu's background wasn't as strong as Du Lingfeng's, he was quite capable, with his cultivation at the early stage of Foundation Establishment and ranking among the true disciples.

"Master, would you like to take a look? The things Young Master Wang sent this time are different from the ones he's given before."

The maid's lips trembled, and she kept glancing at Lin Shuangwan out of the corner of her eye.

She actually hoped that Lin Shuangwan and Wang Yushu could become Daoist partners.

After all, Wang Yushu is handsome and talented, and he will have the opportunity to break through to the Golden Core stage in the future.

These men have countless women, both within the sect and outside, throwing themselves at them.

"It's nothing more than some flowers and plants, elixirs and magical artifacts. What is it this time?" Lin Shuangwan didn't care and walked out of the pavilion.

The maid hurriedly followed and opened the brocade box.

"This time, the gift is really different; it's a scroll."

Lin Shuangwan glanced at it briefly: "I don't want it either."

She piloted a flying shuttle, took off with a whoosh, and quickly disappeared into Tianwu Peak.

After just over ten breaths, the shuttle landed smoothly in the miscellaneous work area.

Some of the handymen who were just about to go out to work were dumbfounded. Where did such a beautiful fairy come from?

Slightly taken aback, they knelt down and asked, "What brings you here, Immortal Master?"

"I'm here to see Song Zhao. Where is he?" Lin Shuangwan asked indifferently.

The servants looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Alright."

With the shuttle moving, she had no choice but to return to Tianwu Peak.

Song Zhao is a cleaning servant in the Holy Maiden's Palace, and may be working at this moment.

She arrived outside Palace Number Four.

I learned from the servants guarding outside that Song Zhao had come to the palace to clean yesterday.

"That's strange, why does it take so long to clean a palace?"

"That's true. He's just a lowly servant at the fourth level of Qi Refining. The palace is very large, so it's normal for him to clean it more thoroughly."

Lin Shuangwan had nothing else to do, so she waited quietly in front of the palace.

She didn't know that Song Zhao, whom she thought was working hard, was actually doing something much more important.

It wasn't until noon that Song Zhao finally appeared in front of the palace.

He walked energetically through the spacious front courtyard, his vital energy even more abundant than the night before, clearly indicating that his Dao body had entered the late stage of the first level.

"Huh? What's Lin Shuangwan doing here?"

Song Zhao saw Lin Shuangwan first and was about to quicken his pace when he was stopped by the witch in the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

"Wait a minute!"

"Senior, what's wrong?" Song Zhao stopped in his tracks, somewhat puzzled.

The witch said earnestly, "Old man, don't be foolish and rush in now!"

"Otherwise, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

"Why do you say that?" Song Zhao's doubts deepened.

The witch adopted a scholarly air: "This is all based on experience."

"Back then, that lecherous demon—I spit on him—was just as foolish as you, running over there and getting hung up and whipped by the female cultivator for three days and three nights."

"Huh? Why?" Song Zhao felt a wave of fear and took a few steps back.

The witch raised her chin: "Hmph, think about it, you just had a big battle with Su Fangyue, and you're covered in her scent."

"What would happen if Lin Shuangwan smelled it?"

Grass!

Why didn't I think of that?

"Thank you for the reminder, senior. I'll leave through the back door now."

It was already too late.

Lin Shuangwan, who was outside, saw Song Zhao, waved and called out loudly, "Song Zhao, come down quickly, I'll take you to complete the mission."