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

Song Zhao carefully examined the third cultivator blocking his way. The protective aura around the man had formed a thick halo, completely enveloping him.

The aura of someone who has reached the peak of Qi cultivation...

In the world of cultivation, besides cultivation systems that excel in killing, such as sword cultivation, saber cultivation, spear cultivation, and staff cultivation, there is another system that excels in defense: secret cultivation.

Secret cultivation is a cultivation system derived from body refinement. It focuses on cultivating protective spiritual light, which has strong defensive capabilities and can also generate considerable bursts of power in close combat.

The disciple before him was none other than a highly accomplished esoteric cultivator.

Song Zhao bowed respectfully: "Senior brother, are you really going to give it a try? I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength."

"Oh, it's alright. I was truly impressed by the speed of your flying sword, but I wonder about its strength."

"I cultivate the Vajra Body Protection Divine Light, which even a Foundation Establishment cultivator cannot break with a single blow. Go ahead and try."

The disciple of the secret cultivation was very confident in himself, revealing a set of bright white teeth. The spiritual light around him became increasingly solid, and the golden light was dazzling.

"good!"

Song Zhao stepped back a few paces, wanting to test how far his current combat strength was from that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"I'm sorry."

The flying sword "He Yi" appeared in his hand, followed by a sword cry and a sword light as clear as frost and purple lightning!

Clang!

The sword energy on the blade sliced ​​through the protective aura of the secret cultivator as easily as cutting through tofu.

As soon as that spiritual light shattered, even more protective spiritual light surged forth like a tide, trying to fill the gap.

But it was too late.

That sword strike was incredibly fast.

Before the protective aura could be fully replenished, the sharp sword blade was already in front of the secret cultivator.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The disciple of the secret cultivation shouted "Stop!" four times and quickly retreated six or seven zhang, but it was still too late...

Thin streaks of blood appeared on his nose and forehead, almost reaching his neck.

"New junior brother, you really lack a sense of proportion..."

The disciple of the secret sect wiped the blood from his face with lingering fear, glancing at Song Zhao with wary eyes.

If that sword strike had been any more forceful, his neck would have been severed!

Song Zhao scratched his head sheepishly and said apologetically, "Sorry."

He only felt a sense of exhilaration when he drew his sword, and didn't think about stopping at all.

"Oh dear, you old rascal, you're a born demon! You haven't even seen your master yet, and you're already trying to kill your senior brother with a single sword strike. Tsk tsk, you're really wicked."

The witch's voice echoed in Song Zhao's mind.

Song Zhao quickly asked in his mind, "Senior, do you see any demonic aura on the Grand Elder?"

He certainly hadn't forgotten the mission he had come for.

He preferred to trust the judgment of the Heavenly Demon Pearl senior rather than discover it himself.

"You overestimate me. Nowadays, cultivators all conceal their aura; they're not so easy to see through."

"All right."

Song Zhao abandoned the idea and continued walking forward.

The three remaining disciples all felt that they were no match for Song Zhao.

The sword strike just now was comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator in both speed and killing power; they couldn't withstand it.

"Hey, junior brother, wait a minute."

The only woman among the six disciples stepped forward, giggling, and said, "Junior brother, I have a question for you."

Song Zhao stopped and smiled, "Senior Sister, please enlighten me."

"Okay, let me ask you this: how many women have you slept with?"

While being questioned, the female student's eyes darted up and down, as if she wanted to see right through Song Zhao's clothes.

"Forehead......"

This is such a private question, isn't it?

Song Zhao blushed and couldn't answer for a moment.

"Haha, Elder, he blushed. Does that mean he was embarrassed?"

The female student laughed heartily and placed her hand in front of Cui Yu.

Cui Yu chuckled coldly a few times, then looked at the other five: "Do you have any other ideas?"

The group fell silent.

"If you don't have any, then hand over the spirit stones."

The five people silently stepped forward and each handed over one hundred spirit stones.

Cui Yu gave 150 spirit stones out of the 500 spirit stones to his female disciple.

"You win."

"Thank you, Elder!" After receiving the spirit stones, the female disciple winked and then walked triumphantly to the five people.

Song Zhao then realized that the others were using him as a bet.

"Alright, don't hold a grudge about this. This was also a test for me."

"It seems that your performance has satisfied this elder."

On the armchair, Cui Yu smiled, her slender, lotus-root-colored legs adorned with embroidered carp shoes. A fiery red skirt covered her alluring hips and legs, while fine gold thread bound her small waist.

Then came two large red lanterns and a clearly defined collarbone.

Song Zhao averted his gaze and performed a kowtow: "Disciple Song Zhao greets Master."

"Hey, we're not in a master-disciple relationship where knowledge is passed down through hands and mouth, but rather a student and teacher relationship."

"You don't need to perform such a grand ceremony. From now on, you can just call me Elder."

Cui Yu stood up, her red skirt hanging down to the ends of her calves, leaving only a section of her white ankles and bare insteps exposed.

She used her magic to gently hold Song Zhao back, preventing his forehead from hitting the ground.

"Very well, this student greets the teacher."

Song Zhao readily complied, and even as his magical powers dissipated, he still kowtowed deeply.

Just kidding, how can a student who didn't kowtow be compared to one who did?

"You..."

Cui Yu hadn't expected the slap to come so suddenly, so he could only smile and wave his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, get up now."

"Yes, teacher!"

Song Zhao spoke with conviction, then stood up and patted his clothes.

That action just now was seen as a conspicuous thing by the other students.

However, the other party does indeed have some remarkable assets.

"Um."

Cui Yu sat back down in the armchair, holding a ruler in his hand: "Since you're new here, please introduce yourself."

Song Zhao nodded in agreement, then asked, "Which ones should I introduce?"

Cui Yu rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Name, which peak you're from, and your cultivation level."

"Oh, my name is Song Zhao. I come from, um... I should still be in the Miscellaneous Service Peak. My cultivation level is the ninth level of Qi Refining."

That's true. He changed his identity token and was no longer a servant, but the sect hadn't assigned him a place to live yet, so he couldn't say he came from Tianwu Peak.

"A menial job?"

The six disciples looked at each other, then stared intently at Song Zhao, as if they wanted to gouge their eyes out and stick them on him.

Is this a menial servant? Who told you there are menial servant disciples at the ninth level of Qi Refining?

Cui Yu was also quite surprised by Song Zhao's background.

How could someone with such a menial job catch the sect leader's eye? There must be something fishy going on.

Could it be because he has a masculine charm that he seduced the sect leader?

Song Zhao felt a little uncomfortable with the way the others were looking at him like that, so he took out his outer sect token and said, "But I'm already an outer sect disciple."

The six disciples touched the inner sect tokens at their waists, feeling even more ashamed.

"Alright, let's continue with the morning class now."

Cui Yu pointed the ruler, and seven puppet soldiers immediately appeared on the performance stage.

"Newcomer Song Zhao, just letting you know, your daily morning lesson is to fight against puppet soldiers."

"Each soldier is at the peak of Qi cultivation, but they don't possess any magical abilities; they just charge around recklessly."

"The requirement for the morning exercise was to withstand the attack of the armored soldiers for one hour."

When the six disciples saw the puppet soldiers, their legs went weak.

It was called military training, but it was really just training to be beaten.

They strongly suspected that A and C's speed exceeded that of Qi Refining cultivators, but they dared not say so.

"Okay." Song Zhao nodded to indicate that he understood, and then was knocked to the ground by the armored soldiers.

No, didn't you say it was the beginning?