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

Outside the servants' quarters, three of Du Lingfeng's ordinary-looking underlings swaggered toward the thatched hut.

"Brother Du, really, why is he picking on an old handyman?"

Wang Yi drew the long sword hanging at his waist, breathed a cold breath, and froze the sword.

"Yes, that handyman seems to be around eighty years old. He doesn't have much time left to live. Why bother with an old man?"

The other person was burly and strong, easily two meters tall, with a fat head and big ears, and shrugged to indicate that he did not understand.

"Why do you care so much? Just tell me about the ten spirit stones reward, do you want it or not?"

The last man had shifty eyes and his hands behind his back, looking like a leader.

His name was Cui Xing, and he was the leader of the three.

"I've reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. After you kill him, give me all the bounty so I can buy resources to break through to the late stage of Qi Refining!"

"Once I reach the late stage of Qi Refining, I will become an inner disciple, and you will all benefit from that!"

Fearing Cui Xing's tyranny, the two nodded obsequiously in agreement.

The two of them were only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

In the Tianwu Sect, one can only be a menial servant in the early stages of Qi Refining, become an outer disciple in the middle stages, and become an inner disciple in the late stages of Qi Refining only after passing the assessment standards.

Once they have completed the Foundation Establishment stage, if they are still young, they can become true disciples of the various peaks.

For example, Su Fangyue became a true disciple of the sect leader's lineage and was conferred the title of Holy Maiden.

Inside the thatched hut, Song Zhao watched the three people approaching from outside with his divine eye, his gaze icy cold.

He used his divine sense to ask the inside of the demonic orb: "Senior, with my cultivation level, would I have any problem dealing with one Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator and two Qi Refining Level 4 cultivators?"

The witch chuckled lightly: "Your cultivation is now at the sixth level of Qi Refining. With your Golden Core Eye, you wouldn't lose even if you were to fight someone at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining."

"I see..."

After receiving a positive reply, Song Zhao felt at ease and waited for the other party to come to him.

We can use their blood and souls to accumulate the energy of the Heavenly Demon Pearl!

"Brother Cui, killing a handyman shouldn't be considered fratricide, right?"

Wang Yi, wielding a long, icy blade, asked a question.

Cui Xing shook his head and scoffed, "Who would care whether a menial servant lives or dies?"

"He's nothing but an ant. Go in and chop him up with one blow. I don't want to hear any screams; that would blow things up."

"Okay, Brother Cui."

Wang Yi stretched his wrists, went to the front door of the thatched hut, mustered all his strength, and kicked the door open.

"Go to hell!"

Without further ado, Wang Yi raised his long sword and aimed it at Song Zhao's neck.

One slash and the head is guaranteed to fly off, without a drop of blood.

Inside the room, Song Zhao stared intently at Wang Yi. With the blessing of the Golden Core Eye, he felt that the other party's movements were frighteningly slow and his whole body was full of flaws.

Song Zhao's pupils contracted slightly as he easily dodged the longsword's blade. Then, with a simple and unadorned gesture, he clenched his fist and delivered a punch that whistled through the air, striking Wang Yi squarely in the chest.

"Wow!"

Wang Yi's movements froze. He felt as if he had been hit by a ferocious beast, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

He tried to get up, but found that he was as weak as a deflated balloon and couldn't get up at all.

The force of that punch was so great that it shattered his heart meridian!

Cheng Bao, a burly man standing two meters tall outside, blinked and looked into the house with a puzzled expression.

Cui Xing looked equally bewildered and filled with doubt: "Wasn't he supposed to be an old handyman with only the third level of Qi Refining cultivation?"

"Brother Cui, he's definitely not at the third level of Qi Refining!" Wang Yi lay on the ground, panting heavily, his whole body trembling with fear.

Song Zhao slowly walked out of the room, his wrinkled face filled with murderous intent.

Cui Xing looked Song Zhao up and down and realized that the target of the murder was correct, but the intelligence was wrong.

His shifty eyes were quite shrewd. He said, "Fellow Daoist, it was Senior Brother Du who sent us to kill you."

"However, I see that cultivation is not easy for you, fellow cultivator. Why don't you give me some spirit stones to avert disaster? After that, when you go down the mountain, I'll tell you that you are already dead."

To obtain two spirit stones without lifting a finger would be the perfect ending for Cui Xing.

Song Zhao stood outside the steps with a cold smile on his face, his hands hanging at his sides, his expression unchanged.

"It seems you're not appreciating my kindness."

Receiving no response, Cui Xing said to Cheng Bao, "Let's all go together, just in case!"

"Hmm." Cheng Bao nodded, a faint yellow halo appearing on his skin.

A long, cyan spear appeared in Cui Xing's hand, and he stomped his foot on the ground.

The two attacked almost simultaneously, followed by a series of whooshing sounds!

However, in Song Zhao's eyes, the two men's movements were incredibly slow and full of flaws.

He easily dodged the attack from the two men and snatched the long knife from Wang Yi, who was lying on the ground.

He didn't have any magical artifacts with him, but the long sword was a magical artifact that could be used to kill people.

"How is that possible!"

Cui Xing thrust his spear forward again, only to find that the old servant seemed to have anticipated his move and easily dodged it.

Cheng Bao also noticed the problem, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Damn it! This isn't an old man's reaction at all!

To be able to easily dodge the attack from both of them, one must be at least in the late stage of Qi Refining.

scoff!

Just as the two were deeply shocked, Song Zhao appeared like a ghost and, with an extremely tricky angle, casually wiped off Cheng Bao's head.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a fine head flew high into the air!

Even as Cheng Bao's head flew off, he still couldn't understand why the blade light could follow him like a shadow.

So weird!

Cui Xing, carrying his spear, retreated several dozen steps, looking as if facing a formidable enemy, and asked, "Who are you, and why are you impersonating a servant of our sect?"

Song Zhao, knife in hand, approached step by step, his keen eyes fixed on Cui Xing's figure.

Once locked onto by the Golden Core's Eye of Dharma, Qi Refining cultivators have no way to escape.

With a thud, Cui Xing knelt on the ground: "Senior, please spare me! I was only acting under Du Lingfeng's orders!"

Even at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he had no power to fight back. Du Lingfeng called him an old, undead servant.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

Song Zhao walked up to Cui Xing, ignoring him, and raised his long sword, ready to strike.

"Senior, please don't kill me! I know Du Lingfeng's secret!"

"Can I trade this secret for a dog's life?"

secret?

Song Zhao's hand froze in mid-air, leading Cui Xing to mistakenly believe that he had agreed to the deal.

"I overheard it too." Cui Xing broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Du Lingfeng has been coveting the Holy Maiden for a long time and spent a lot of money to buy a kind of love poison that even a Golden Core cultivator can't detect!"

"He plans to invite the Holy Maiden to the Treasure Pavilion tomorrow, using that as a pretext to poison her and commit illicit acts!"

Song Zhao narrowed his eyes, not expecting Du Lingfeng to be so infatuated with Su Fangyue.

"Senior, may I leave now?" After revealing this secret, Cui Xing knew he could no longer stay in the Tianwu Sect.

Song Zhao smiled lightly, raised his hand and chopped off Cui Xing's head.

Then he turned around and killed Wang Yi, who was lying on the ground.

All three of them were dead.

He took out the Heavenly Demon Pearl and activated it with a demonic incantation.

The bead emitted a ghostly light, instantly refining the corpses and souls of the three people on the ground, leaving only a set of clothes and weapons.

"Enough, enough! Do you see the pattern on the Heavenly Demon Pearl? There's already one pattern."

"Once patterns appear, you can offer a sacrifice. Of course, the more patterns there are, the higher the probability of getting good items from the sacrifice!"

The witch laughed and said, "You little rascal, you kill without blinking an eye. I like that very much."

"Are you planning to take advantage of the Holy Maiden being poisoned with aphrodisiacs and become a womanizer?"

"And then you expect Du Lingfeng to just watch you do the work?"

"You really are a born demon!"