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

"You, a mere lowly servant, expect the Holy Maiden to save you?"

Master Qiu's expression was gloomy, and he didn't want to say anything more.

"Have him sign and put his fingerprint on it, then send it to the Du family's ancestral temple."

With a single, hasty sentence, Song Zhao was to be convicted.

"yes!"

Without any hesitation, the two law enforcement disciples stood on either side, each holding a torture instrument, indicating that Song Zhao should sign and affix his fingerprint to the charge of the crime; otherwise, he would be subjected to iron hooks and leather whips.

Song Zhao watched the scene in silence, knowing that reasoning with the authorities in the Hall of Law Enforcement was useless.

The other party insisted that Du Lingfeng was the one who killed him.

Once the indictment is signed and the confession is signed, it becomes effective and confirms that he was the murderer.

Although Du Lingfeng was indeed killed by him, the Enforcement Hall has no evidence, so why are they slandering him?

On the other hand, the two enforcement disciples on the left and right were only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, yet they dared to attempt to torture him?

It's nighttime now, and Su Fangyue won't know anything for a while, so she can't save herself.

If we drag this out, the head of the Enforcement Hall might take action himself.

That hall master is a genuine Foundation Establishment cultivator; I can't defeat him...

"I am a servant in the Holy Maiden's Palace. Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner. Are you sure you want to take this to yourselves?"

"The sect has explicit rules against using torture against disciples. Aren't you afraid I'll sue you?"

Song Zhao decided to make one last attempt to see if the other party cared about the background of the Holy Maiden and the rules of the sect.

The enforcement disciple on the left, holding a whip, burst into laughter: "Hahaha, a servant from the Holy Maiden's Palace?"

"Why would the Holy Maiden stand up for an old man like you? If you don't behave yourself, the whip might be coming down on you!"

The disciple on the right also thought Song Zhao was being delusional, and aimed his iron hook at Song Zhao's collarbone.

"Whether it's vigilante justice or not, go ahead and sue me wherever you want!"

Song Zhao thought to himself that the Law Enforcement Hall was indeed a dark place, and now there was only one way that would work.

That is......

run!

In the instant he made up his mind, he suddenly pushed off the ground with both legs, channeling all his immense magical power into his legs, making his body fly like a cannonball, covering more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

By the time the people in the Enforcement Hall realized what was happening, the person had already left the Enforcement Hall.

Master Qiu, seated at the head of the table, was slightly taken aback, then his face turned ashen as he exclaimed, "Outrageous!"

"The servant Song Zhao has fled out of fear of punishment; arrest him immediately!"

The disciples who enforced the law did not expect things to develop in this way, and immediately took up their magical artifacts and gave chase.

But as they chased after him, they discovered that Song Zhao was too fast, and the distance between them kept widening, making it impossible for them to catch up.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Hall Master Qiu rode his sword, his temples throbbing: "They're all formal disciples, yet they can't even outrun a menial disciple?"

He charged forward alone, his sword flashing.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator flew at an extremely fast speed, closing the distance between the two almost instantly.

"Hehe, if even I, the hall master, can't catch up with a lowly servant like you, then all my centuries of cultivation as an immortal have been for nothing."

"Come here!"

With a wave of his hand, Master Qiu was about to capture the running Song Zhao.

Song Zhao also knew that among the members of the Enforcement Hall, only Hall Master Qiu posed a threat to him.

So he did something that Qiu Tangzhu couldn't understand.

But he stopped, turned around, and uttered a single word:

"Go!"

Rumble!

As Qiu Tangzhu was casting his spell to capture him, he was struck dumb as if by a bolt from the blue. His body froze in mid-air, and his magical power scattered and could not be condensed.

it works!

Seeing that the Yin Thunder Divine Power was effective, Song Zhao's face lit up with excitement, and he shouted, "Got it!"

rumble!

Another muffled thunderclap exploded in Master Qiu's mind, causing his vision to go black and his flying sword to go out of control, nearly causing him to fall from the sky.

By the time he regained his footing, Song Zhao, who had been so close, had vanished without a trace.

"What kind of insidious magic did he practice?"

Master Qiu touched the warm philtrum, where a few drops of blood were clearly flowing.

Did a Qi Refining Realm cultivator injure a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?

I'd be laughed at if I told people.

"Damn it, how could I, Old Qiu, be fooled by a mere Qi Refining handyman?"

He continued to chase after it, but as soon as he got a certain distance away, the old man would stop and prepare to chant a spell.

At this moment, Master Qiu dared not make any rash moves, fearing that he would fall for that insidious spell again, and so the stalemate continued.

Seeing this, Song Zhao continued running towards Tianwu Peak.

The two of them pulled and tugged at each other until they finally reached the location of Tianwu Peak.

"Senior, why bother?"

Standing before Su Fangyue's palace, Song Zhao deliberately raised his voice, saying, "How could Du Lingfeng be killed by a mere servant like me?"

"Don't wrong an innocent person."

"You!" Hall Master Qiu was about to speak again, wanting to join forces with the disciples of Tianwu Peak to capture him, when he noticed that the gate of the Holy Maiden's Palace was slowly opening.

He thought to himself: No way? Would the Holy Maiden really step forward for an old handyman?

At the entrance, Su Fangyue, dressed in a tight-fitting long robe, stood in the air with a very strange expression. She said, "Master Qiu, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner."

"Did you ask my permission before you started working as a servant in my palace?"

Master Qiu's lips twitched; he hadn't expected Su Fangyue to actually stand up for the handyman.

"Your Holiness, this servant seems to be connected to the case of Du Lingfeng's disappearance. Can't our Enforcement Hall even take a servant back to investigate the case?"

Song Zhao immediately ran to Su Fangyue's side: "Holy Maiden, that's not the case at all. They've already prepared the charges against me, intending to force me to sign and put my fingerprint on them through torture!"

Su Fangyue's face turned cold as she stared straight at the sky: "Hall Master Qiu, you had better give me an explanation."

"As you know, the Sect Master hates nothing more than the abuse of vigilante justice."

Master Qiu's face flushed red; he hadn't expected that a mere servant would actually dare to accuse them of using torture.

"snort!"

He left with a "you're dead" look before departing from the vicinity of Tianwu Peak.

"You're back?"

Su Fangyue glanced down at Song Zhao, then turned and left behind a lingering fragrance: "Go clean the palace when you get back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After calming down from his near-death experience, Song Zhao stepped into the palace, picked up the cleaning tools, and began doing the same thing he had done thousands of times before.

He realized that after all that had happened during this time, he found true peace in his heart when he was sweeping the palace.

Three hours later, the palace was cleaned.

"Come to the backyard."

A seemingly mundane statement, yet it contains a great deal of information.

The backyard of a palace is usually the private property of the owner, and even master and disciple would not be invited to the backyard casually.

Song Zhao was invited to the backyard, and he was somewhat puzzled.

When he arrived at the backyard, he was filled with doubts, not just in his heart.

A gentle breeze swept through the backyard late at night, and the moonlight shone like a ribbon.

Su Fangyue stood under the flower trellis, wearing a thin, almost transparent blouse. Her delicate skin was shrouded in silver gauze, as smooth as jade.

The neckline of her blouse was wide open, revealing her full breasts through the sheer fabric. Her waist was cinched tightly, drawing the eye downwards to her slender waist. The slit of her skirt reached her thighs, revealing her long, bare legs that shimmered under the thin fabric.

The beauty remained motionless, yet her allure had already spilled across the ground.

"Old handyman, it feels like three autumns have passed since I last saw you."

She turned her face to the side, her expression unreadable, but her words were slightly hesitant, conveying a sense of difficulty in speaking and a great deal of effort being put into it.

Song Zhao was completely bewildered, and the broom fell to the ground from his hand: "What does the Holy Maiden mean?"

"Ha~ Playing dumb? Don't you men know that?"

Su Fangyue looked at Song Zhao, raising her proud head: "You'd better take the initiative."

"Make sure you apply cinnabar to it afterwards, otherwise I won't be able to protect you in front of the Enforcement Hall!"

Song Zhao understood instantly.

The saintess deserves a beating.