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

Inside the Saintess's Palace, a flying sword weaved back and forth in the courtyard, like the footprints of flying snow.

Strangely enough, after only a few hours of contact, this natal flying sword had been wielded with extreme skill, becoming as easy to use as an extension of one's own arm.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to have such a terrible spiritual root aptitude, but your comprehension is quite good."

The witch inside the Heavenly Demon Pearl let out a gasp of surprise.

Such swordsmanship talent has never been seen in the previous dozen or so users of the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

The path of sword cultivators is one of sharpness and untamed killing intent; a single thought can mean the difference between life and death, and the balance is not easily grasped.

To wield a flying sword effectively, a swordsman must use their divine sense as a guide and their comprehension as a foundation. Otherwise, a slight misstep could lead to the sword going astray or even injuring oneself or others.

"receive!"

Song Zhao let out a soft cry, and the snow-lightning flying sword spun around and disappeared into his sleeve.

"This sword suits my taste perfectly, so I'll name it 'Suitable'!"

Witch:......

"What a rustic name."

Song Zhao disagreed: "Then, senior, if you were to choose a name, what name would you choose?"

"Of course, those are deadly, soul-chasing, thousand-man slayers and the like! Listen to that, how domineering!" The witch became interested, paused, and then added, "But that flying sword is yours, you can take it however you like, whatever makes you happy."

Song Zhao thought to himself that this made sense. He lay on the rocking chair, eating spiritual food and basking in the warm sun.

With members of the Enforcement Hall guarding him outside, he happily enjoyed himself in the palace.

"By the way, flying swords need to be refined. If you keep them in your clothes all the time, the sword will become lazy, just like a person."

Song Zhao thought the witch was targeting him, so he immediately got up from the rocking chair and sat down to meditate and cultivate.

Spiritual practice must not be neglected for even a moment!

The witch smiled and continued, "Since you don't have a Golden Core right now, you can't use it to temper your flying sword. You can use a sword-nurturing gourd, or something else, to nurture your sword."

"Let's talk about it later."

Song Zhao sighed softly and continued meditating.

He has a lot of spirit stones on him, but he can't get out.

In the Saintess Palace, the two were quietly cultivating.

The enforcement hall over there was quite lively.

The Du family's patriarch was a fierce old man. At that moment, he slammed his hand on the table, sending all the items on it flying.

"Master Qiu, you're saying the one who killed the Second Young Master was a menial servant? Are you trying to fool a three-year-old?"

Master Qiu slowly sipped his tea and sighed, "I didn't expect this either, but it's the truth."

"Perhaps that handyman was a special case?"

"You can ask him if you don't believe me."

After being called out, the enforcement disciple who had previously dealt with Song Zhao for peeping at Su Fangyue while she was bathing stepped forward:

"Senior, that's the truth. Apart from that servant Song Zhao, Young Master Du had no conflicts with anyone else in the sect during his lifetime."

"A few days ago, the day before the incident, Young Master Du personally gouged out the servant's eyes and cut off his tongue in order to protect the Holy Maiden. The enmity between the two was quite deep."

"Now, the servant's eyes and tongue have been healed, and he has even completed the outer sect assessment, clearly indicating that he has gained an opportunity."

"Furthermore, he managed to escape when we tried to capture him."

"Therefore, in fact, Song Zhao was capable of assassinating Young Master Du."

As the Du family elder listened, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Are you saying I should go back to the Du family and tell them that the second young master was killed by a servant?"

Master Qiu and his enforcement disciple exchanged a glance, their smiles almost betraying their unease.

The young master of a Golden Core family, who had a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator protecting him, was killed by an old servant.

Anyone who hears this will want to burst out laughing.

"Heh, that's just your Enforcement Hall's side of the story. I don't believe it!"

The Du family's retainer still couldn't accept this outcome, and sat down in his chair with an air of superiority.

"If you don't give me an explanation, the Enforcement Hall can forget about operating!"

Master Qiu shook his head inwardly: "I've already explained it to you."

"That servant is hiding in the Saintess's Palace right now. If you don't believe me, go and ask him."

Seeing Qiu Tangzhu's nonchalant attitude, the Du family retainer laughed angrily, "That's your Tianwu Sect's business. At least hand over that menial servant to me, right?"

"He's in the Saintess's Palace. You can tell him to go get it himself. I'm not in a hurry."

Master Qiu took a small sip of tea and slowly put the lid on the teapot.

"Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Golden Core cultivator from the Du family?" The Du family elder's voice became serious.

"Hey!"

Master Qiu spread his hands: "I'm scared, but the Holy Maiden's master is also a Golden Core cultivator."

"And he's even stronger than your family's Golden Core cultivator."

"..."

In the end, it was the Du family's retainer who left the Hall of Law Enforcement.

He can't possibly sit in the courtroom forever.

So they arrived at the palace of the saintess.

"Saintess Su, your servant killed my young master, showing no respect for me. At least give the Du family some face!"

Song Zhao, who was meditating, suddenly shuddered, rubbed his face, and continued to focus his mind on cultivation.

Even if the sky falls, the saintess will hold it up; she's too lazy to care about the old dogs barking outside.

Two hours later, after receiving no response, the Du family retainer left the Holy Maiden's Palace in a fit of anger and went directly to find Dongfang Huanzhen.

Before even seeing the Golden Core cultivator, the old retainer began to play the victim in front of the hall.

"Sect Master, my beloved Second Young Master came to your sect to cultivate diligently and uphold justice for the Holy Maiden, how could he have suffered such a cruel fate..."

"Heavens above, earth below, why are you so unfair to Young Master Du..."

Dongfang Zhenhuan, who was cultivating amidst the clouds, frowned and instructed his maid, "Send him away."

"Yes."

"The sect leader told you to leave; this is not the place for you to mourn."

The maid's expression was indifferent, as if she wanted to send him away.

The Du family's retainer, with tears streaming down his face, cried, "This old man won't leave!"

"If I can't get justice for Young Master Du today, I'm not leaving!"

The maid frowned and returned to her cultivation area.

"Sect Master, you heard it too, he won't leave."

Dongfang Huanzhen's clear eyes flashed with a cold light, and his voice rang out in the hall.

"I, the sect leader, also feel particularly sorry about the death of Du Lingfeng."

"But the dead cannot be brought back to life. If one dies at the hands of another, it is because one's skills are inferior. Why seek revenge?"

"Go back and tell them that I, the sect master, will have a disciple send an apology gift, and that the Du family should stop making a fuss about this matter."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for turning ruthless."

After he finished speaking, the chin of the Du family's retainer almost dropped off his collarbone in shock.

No? What do you mean?

Du Lingfeng died for nothing? Does that mean he deserved to die because he was useless?

I'd heard that the Tianwu Sect was very protective of its own, but I never imagined they were so protective that they even protected their menial disciples.

Besides, isn't Du Lingfeng also a disciple of the Tianwu Sect?

This is not something a great clan leader would say!

Du Jia's retainer clenched his fists, but had no choice but to return to the Du family home dejectedly.

One day later.

The Enforcement Hall lifted the arrest warrant for Song Zhao and sent a gift to the Holy Maiden's Palace.

This gift was personally delivered by Master Qiu.

He never expected that the sect leader would make such a decision.

From the perspective of the disciples outside, this shows that the servant Song Zhao has great value, enough to make the sect leader protect him to the death!

Who would dare offend that old man after this?

Sure enough, at noon that day, a decree flew into the Holy Maiden's Palace.

"Send the servant disciple Song Zhao to the sect master's main hall!"