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

Just over ten days ago, no one could have imagined that the once high and mighty Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Martial Sect, who was expected to reach the Golden Core stage in the next fifty years, would become so lowly and depraved, allowing herself to be controlled by a middle-aged or elderly servant.

Imagine, a saintly maiden, as beautiful as a flower on a high mountain, is not worthy of a peerless young master, but instead is paired with a servant who looks to be over fifty years old.

The key point is that the unattainable beauty still feels a strong longing and really likes that feeling.

When the strange desire to be conquered is satisfied, one's Dao heart will become transparent.

The flowers weren't stuck in cow dung; they were completely covered by cow dung.

"Ah! I can feel my dantian..."

Su Fangyue usually has a firm Dao heart and doesn't say a word when cultivating, but when cultivating with Song Zhao, a Dao Body cultivator, even though she is as cold as ice, she can't help but exclaim in amazement at the Great Dao.

"You...you've gotten stronger again?"

Her face was flushed with energy, a clear sign that she had reached a certain level of cultivation, and her energy and magical power resonated together.

Actually, I had this idea before, but I didn't say it out loud because of Song Zhao's status.

But now, the feeling that the opponent was getting stronger and stronger was very obvious, and Su Fangyue couldn't help but say it out loud.

Song Zhao was somewhat puzzled, and spread his palms, saying, "Does the Holy Maiden prefer a weakling?"

When asked this question, Su Fangyue really didn't know how to answer.

The reason is simple: it's too complicated.

She didn't want to be humiliated, and was always the one who had the upper hand, yet at the same time, she enjoyed being the stronger one...

The words of the weak are indeed meaningless.

Perhaps the day I finally understand this completely will be the day I condense the Golden Core.

It is around the time of rooster's crow.

Su Fangyue walked barefoot to the pool, preparing for her morning washing.

Last night I was sweating profusely and didn't get a good night's rest.

Not long after I got into the pool, a pair of large hands reached out from behind me.

"What are you doing down here?"

Su Fangyue frowned, her tone stiff, as if she had pulled up her pants and then forgotten about the person.

Song Zhao laughed from behind, "Didn't the Holy Maiden want me to give you some cinnabar?"

"It's good that you remembered. But do you need to add a little cinnabar?" Su Fangyue smiled, then maintained her icy demeanor.

Song Zhao splashed water: "It's my duty to help the Holy Maiden bathe and change her clothes."

"That shows you know what's good for you."

Just as Su Fangyue was preparing to enjoy being bathed and dressed, her body suddenly tensed, and she angrily cursed, "You bastard, wasn't last night enough?"

......

......

It was noon.

Song Zhao lay lazily in the rocking chair, eating spiritual food that only true disciples could eat.

I don't know what that thing is made of, but one bite is equivalent to an hour of cultivation.

On the other side, Su Fangyue, barefoot, handed Song Zhao a token, asking him to temporarily take her place as the user of the palace.

"I'm going into seclusion to prepare for breaking through to the late Foundation Establishment stage. You'll stay here with me during this time to avoid trouble."

"If the people from the Enforcement Hall come again, just ignore them."

Her intense training last night and today gave her complete confidence in breaking through to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

It is true that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

With a hint of joy in her heart, Su Fangyue went to the cultivation room for a short period of seclusion.

"Palace token..."

Song Zhao infused his magic power into the token, and the token immediately fed back its uses to his divine sense, explaining its functions one by one.

There are three sets of formations in the palace. One of them is the Spirit Gathering Formation, which is used to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and is always open.

One set is a concealment formation to prevent others from spying on it, and this is basically kept open all year round.

There is also a defensive formation, which is rarely activated unless someone attacks the Tianwu Sect. Activating it is not very useful, but it is better than nothing. It is given as an add-on.

"When will I get a palace like this?"

"It's big and comfortable, and there are three sets of formations. Finally, there are a few female servants to do the work."

Song Zhao put down the token and took a rare afternoon nap.

Then he was jolted awake by the jade slip containing the message.

The contents of the jade slip were very urgent.

"Song Zhao, why aren't you home? I've already reported your achievements, and they said they'd give you a reward of one hundred spirit stones!"

"For a servant to be promoted to an outer disciple, the servant must be present."

"Also, those wolf claws on your body are items obtained from completing the mission; you need to take them out."

"..."

Looking at these words, one can tell how anxious Lin Shuangwan was on the other end of the jade slip.

Song Zhao sighed and replied helplessly, "Fairy Lin, I'm currently embroiled in trouble and I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the mission for a while."

"Trouble? What trouble?" Lin Shuangwan replied instantly.

Song Zhao pondered for a moment, then typed on the jade slip: "It can't be explained in a few words, let's wait a while."

"Oh, okay." The person on the other end was quite obedient and didn't ask any further questions.

After putting down the jade slip, Song Zhao took out the Heavenly Demon Pearl, the three demonic patterns on the pearl appearing as if they were alive.

"My Yin Thunder Divine Power has been exposed; I must find other methods."

"By the way, senior, can I sacrifice two things at the same time?"

After killing those servants, he still had a second-grade white-veined jade and a rudimentary spiritual weapon in his hands, both of which were considered Foundation Establishment level items.

The witch nodded: "Of course, you can sacrifice a hundred things."

"If you offer a certain number of items, will you receive the same number of items in return?"

The witch laughed and said, "That's hard to say, who knows?"

Song Zhao thought it was true, but out of curiosity, he still prepared to offer both things as a sacrifice at once.

He sacrificed the prototype of the magical artifact along with the white-veined jade.

hum-

A familiar, terrifying scene unfolds...

A moment later, a snow-white flying sword appeared in Song Zhao's hand.

The flying sword was as white as frost and shone with a three-foot-long, cold light that flickered uncertainly. Snow Soul patterns were engraved on the spine of the sword, and when it stopped in the air, it left pale electric trails in its wake.

"What is this? A spirit sword?"

After watching for a while, the witch suddenly laughed and said, "Oh my, our old man is so lucky."

"It's not exactly luck, three patterns plus two Foundation Establishment items, that's a bit of luck."

"This is the natal flying sword of a Golden Core cultivator. Judging from its appearance, it must be extremely well-forged. That person must be at least at the seventh level of the Golden Core realm!"

Song Zhao stroked the flying sword in front of him, thinking to himself that it was someone else's thing again, truly a treasure of the demonic path.

"Does this flying sword have an owner?" He suspected that the Heavenly Demon Pearl had stolen it from someone else, and he harbored resentment towards it.

The witch scoffed, "Of course not, but soon enough, it'll be you, you old rascal."

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On the other hand, Lin Shuangwan didn't press Song Zhao for answers; instead, she went out to inquire about him.

Upon inquiring, they learned what kind of trouble Song Zhao had gotten into.

"Impossible. How could a lowly servant like him frame a scion of a prominent family like Du Lingfeng?"

Lin Shuangwan instinctively went to the Enforcement Hall to reason with Song Zhao, and just then she bumped into Wang Yushu, who was on duty at the Enforcement Hall.

"Junior sister..."

Wang Yushu looked at Lin Shuangwan with a mixture of surprise and delight, thinking that she had come to see him.

Upon seeing Wang Yushu there, Lin Shuangwan immediately imagined: "Senior Brother Wang, you are a true disciple, why would you slander a menial disciple?"

"Slander?" Wang Yushu blinked, puzzled. "I haven't slandered anyone."

Lin Shuangwan's face was frighteningly cold: "Still saying you didn't?"

"Your Enforcement Hall has already issued an arrest warrant, saying that the handyman disciple Song Zhao is suspected of assassinating Du Lingfeng."

Wang Yushu looked surprised; he really didn't know about this.

After all, they had just returned.

"Junior sister, wait for me here, I'll go inside and ask."

Relying on his position in the Enforcement Hall, Wang Yushu quickly got the information back.

"The arrest warrant was issued by the gang leader, so it should be confirmed without a doubt."

"Moreover, I found out that the handyman Song Zhao did indeed have a grudge against Du Lingfeng. Du Lingfeng once gouged out Song Zhao's eyes and cut off his tongue."

Therefore, it is reasonable for Song Zhao to assassinate Du Lingfeng.

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuangwan lost her desire to go to the Enforcement Hall to argue.

Even Master Qiu has intervened; there's no point in her going as an outer disciple.

"snort!"

At this moment, she felt sorry for Song Zhao's fate and thought that Du Lingfeng deserved to die.

"Junior sister, can you tell me why?" Wang Yushu pleaded, wanting to know why that handyman was so important to her.

"Why? Why?"

Lin Shuangwan's expression was anything but pleasant: "If you dare to lay a hand on Song Zhao, I'll swear I'll never forgive you!"

He then left the area of ​​the Enforcement Hall.

"No! My junior sister!"

Wang Yushu felt an urge to kneel down, feeling as if he were all alone in the lonely night, with snow falling heavily from the sky...