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

Song Zhao, who was about to turn around, paused, his mind racing.

"Fairy Lin, I left something inside. Please wait for me."

Having said that, he didn't linger and headed straight for an artificial lake in the palace.

Song Zhao had just taken off his clothes and was about to go into the lake to wash off the lingering scent of Su Fangyue.

And just so happened, he bumped into Su Fangyue herself who came out.

"Why are you back?"

puff!

Song Zhao entered the water and casually made up a lie: "I feel a bit hot, so I want to take a bath before going back."

Su Fangyue gave an "oh" and didn't pay much attention, preparing to go to the cultivation room to refine the abundant yang energy.

This time, I might be able to break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment in one fell swoop, and I hope to reach the Golden Core stage within five years!

"Old man, you're full of lies. If you get caught, the consequences won't be good."

The witch seemed to add a reminder: "I remember there was a master of the Heavenly Demon Pearl who loved to deceive women, and he was castrated!"

"And then guess what? He sacrificed that thing and got a snake-like thing, hahaha, it cracked me up! That thing couldn't even break its membrane, hahaha!"

Song Zhao felt a chill in his heart and asked in a low voice, "Then can a second sacrifice be performed?"

The witch's expression suddenly turned serious: "Of course not! The Heavenly Demon Pearl bestowed something from a supreme taboo; I absolutely refuse to accept it being spat back."

Song Zhao felt a chill in his groin, so he quickly washed his body several times and hurriedly used the yin and yang energies within his body to dry himself before leaving the palace again.

"Why are you taking so long to get something?"

Lin Shuangwan frowned slightly as she looked at Song Zhao who was walking over: "After this mission, you won't have to do any more menial work."

Song Zhao smiled outwardly, but inwardly he was displeased.

That won't do. How can she be a saintess if she doesn't clean the palace? That's utter nonsense!

"Come on, I'll take you to Zhou Huan Mountain."

"Stand behind me, and if you can't stand up, hold on tight to my waist."

Upon hearing that there was this step, Song Zhao, without the slightest hesitation, readily embraced Lin Shuangwan's slender waist.

"You damn servant, where are you holding?" Lin Shuangwan's face flushed red as she glared fiercely at Song Zhao.

Whoosh!

The shuttle transformed into a streak of light and pierced the sky.

The two guards standing in front of the palace looked at each other.

They both saw utter shock in each other's eyes.

Damn it, this old handyman eats so well?

Why should I? I won't be able to sleep tonight.

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The Tianwu Sect occupies a vast area, and even at the high speed of the flying shuttle, it took twenty or thirty minutes to almost reach the mountain gate.

During those twenty or thirty minutes, Song Zhao was extremely restless, sometimes searching high and low, sometimes fidgeting left and right like lightning...

This distracted Lin Shuangwan, who was piloting the shuttle, several times, and she almost fell off the plane.

"There are people at the mountain gate, you rascal, stop right now!"

Lin Shuangwan's heart pounded, and her face flushed as red as a ripe peach.

Song Zhao coughed a few times before stopping his wicked clutches.

I don't know why, even though I was just entangled with Saintess Su Fangyue not long ago, I'm back to normal now.

Could this be one of the wonders of the Dao body?

At the mountain gate.

Wang Yushu had learned in advance that Lin Shuangwan was going to have a mission after leaving seclusion, so he waited at the mountain gate early on.

He saw Lin Shuangwan approaching in a flying shuttle from afar, striking what she thought was an extremely cool pose.

"Junior sister, it's been a long time."

Lin Shuangwan looked at her like she was an idiot and handed over her identity token and mission notes to the steward at the mountain gate.

If it weren't for the fact that entering and leaving the sect required procedures, she wouldn't have bothered to stop.

Wang Yushu glanced at Song Zhao behind the shuttle and said worriedly, "Junior sister, I've heard that the wolf demons of Zhou Huan Mountain are ferocious."

"It's probably very dangerous for you to be leading a mere fourth-level Qi Refining servant."

"Why don't I come with you? I'll help you kill the wolf demon for free, and you can keep the reward for the mission."

Lin Shuangwan rolled her eyes: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother, but this is unnecessary."

"Junior sister, you're so beautiful, even when you're rolling your eyes, you're still so beautiful," Wang Yushu said with a dazed smile.

Now it was Song Zhao's turn to be speechless.

Why is this number one handsome man of the Tianwu Sect so greasy?

Hmm... he actually has a point. Lin Shuangwan does look quite beautiful when she rolls her eyes...

Lin Shuangwan felt like throwing up inside. Rolling her eyes was a sign of disgust, a lot of disgust, okay?

She retrieved the token and the note, boarded the flying shuttle, and took Song Zhaoyuan far away.

"What's the background of this old handyman? Why did my junior sister choose to take him on this mission?"

Wang Yushu narrowed his eyes, thinking of the four servants who had asked Lin Shuangwan to take on a mission and then disappeared one after another.

In addition to being a true disciple of the Tianwu Sect, he also served as an official in the Enforcement Hall.

The case of the four missing servants fell into his hands.

"I could have closed the case quickly, but since it's related to Junior Sister Lin, I have to investigate it thoroughly."

Wang Yushu made up his mind, stepped on his flying sword, and followed at a distance.

Amidst the sea of ​​clouds, Lin Shuangwan was multitasking, unaware that Wang Yushu was relentlessly following behind.

Although Song Zhao was busy with his own affairs, he only needed to look back to see Wang Yushu, who was flying on a sword.

How did he get here?

"Fairy Lin, what is your relationship with the senior brother at the mountain gate?" Song Zhao whispered in Lin Shuangwan's ear.

Lin Shuangwan let out a soft moan and rubbed her earlobe: "Don't misunderstand, it's unrequited love on his part. I have absolutely no feelings for him."

"Oh, so what is his status within the sect?" Song Zhao continued to ask.

He had a feeling that he was being targeted by that person.

Lin Shuangwan said, "He is one of the twelve true disciples of the sect, and also a member of the Enforcement Hall."

hiss!

Upon hearing this news, Song Zhao felt inexplicably uneasy.

The Du family's affairs are still hanging over our heads, and now another true disciple has arrived.

It's truly a case of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

I need to improve my level and status as soon as possible; only strength and status can avert crisis.

Zhou Huan Mountain is under the jurisdiction of Tianwu Sect, and it is a distance of 14,000 li away from the sect.

However, the advantage lies in the fact that the flying shuttle can travel thousands of miles a day, and the two can arrive at Zhou Huan Mountain around midnight.

Flying in the air and looking down at the earth, Song Zhaocai felt the vastness of heaven and earth and the insignificance of human life.

"If I were an ordinary person, I would never be able to leave the territory of Xuanzhou in my entire life."

"But those Nascent Soul elders could probably traverse half of Xuanzhou in the blink of an eye."

With this thought, Song Zhao's resolve hardened, and he began to run the Nine Yin Nine Yang Technique on the flying shuttle.

"No, you old handyman, you're just messing around... I'm still piloting the shuttle..."

"Ah—whoosh~"

Ten miles behind the shuttle, Wang Yushu followed closely on his flying sword.

Although his divine sense could not see things ten miles away, he could vaguely tell that Song Zhao and Lin Shuangwan were very close!

"What's that old handyman doing?"

"I haven't even held Wan'er's hand, and this old servant is already holding her?"

"No, no, no, it should be close to my junior sister's back."

Wang Yushu frowned, feeling something was amiss.

"I think it's because my junior sister was afraid that the old handyman, with his frail bones, wouldn't be able to stand properly and would fall off the shuttle and die."

"Yes, that should be it."

"Otherwise, how could someone as virtuous as my junior sister, who usually keeps me at a respectful distance, allow herself to have close contact with an old handyman?"

Wang Yushu was caught in a dilemma, but decided to speed up and go see what the two were doing.