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

Song Zhao ignored the witch's teasing and focused his eyes on the stripes on the surface of the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

When he was sacrificed and his eyes were gouged out, there were two lines on the surface of the beads.

There's a stripe now that could be used as a sacrifice for the severed tongue, but obtaining something as good as the Golden Core and the Dharma Eye is probably impossible.

Song Zhao gathered up the weapons on the ground, burned his clothes, and returned to the wooden house.

Om-!

After the tongue was sacrificed to the Heavenly Demon Pearl, a sinister and terrifying scene appeared in the wooden house, where thousands of gods and demons struggled in a sea of ​​blood and crawled through a mountain of corpses.

Song Zhao had a misconception that these strange phenomena were actually real, but very, very far away from him.

The Heavenly Demon Pearl is the bridge connecting one's own world with the otherworld.

Three breaths later, the Heavenly Demon Pearl accepted the sacrifice and was given a tongue with lightning on it.

Before I could observe closely, I heard the witch's surprised voice.

"Hehehe, old man, you're really lucky! This should be the tongue of a lightning magic cultivator. Tsk tsk, he should be at least at the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"I thought you'd get something like ox tongue or horse tongue."

"You can sacrifice such a good thing with just one stripe? Old man, are you some kind of favorite of the demonic path?"

The tongue of a Foundation Establishment Thunder Magic cultivator?

Song Zhao felt a sense of doubt, but he quickly put the tongue he had obtained through the sacrifice into his mouth.

He needs a tongue to speak.

Just like the previous Golden Core Eye, the Thunder Technique Tongue was a perfect match for the body, and there was no sense of rejection whatsoever.

"I...can...speak again..."

Although his voice was slightly stuttering, his tone and manner remained unchanged.

"Senior, do these eyes and tongue belong to someone else?"

After moving his tongue a little, Song Zhao finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

The Golden Core Eye and Thunder Cultivator's Tongue clearly belong to someone else, not magic weapons or artifacts.

What monk would willingly gouge out his own eyes or cut out his own tongue?

Either the eyes and tongue were taken from a deceased cultivator.

The witch didn't answer directly, but smiled and said, "Why do you care so much?"

"Wouldn't it be great if it made you stronger?"

"Once you've completely refined it, the eyes and tongue will be entirely yours, and no one else can take them away!"

Song Zhao's heart skipped a beat: "It seems like there's no problem."

That's the way things are; that's roughly the path of demonic cultivators.

He didn't steal or rob; he clearly obtained it by sacrificing the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

After his thoughts were clear, Song Zhao began to gradually adapt to his new tongue.

The new tongue contains a minor supernatural power, allowing him to speak and spit out thunder, but it consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, which he cannot use at his current level of cultivation.

"How strange! Only Golden Core cultivators can cultivate supernatural abilities, right? Senior, you said this is a Foundation Establishment cultivator's tongue, so why does it contain supernatural abilities?"

Supernatural powers are the power imprinted within a cultivator's body, and they are different from spells.

Magic is about resonating with the external world and drawing upon its spiritual energy.

Supernatural powers, on the other hand, are in harmony with the universe within the body, and originate from one's own magical power.

Therefore, supernatural powers require cultivators to have a large amount of magical power within their bodies.

The witch seemed a little impatient: "There are plenty of strange things about you, what's so strange about this?"

"It's just that your place is small and poor, and your vision is too limited."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhao stopped asking questions and sat cross-legged on the grass mat to cultivate, using his body's instincts to merge his eyes and tongue.

The cultivation technique used by the servants of the Tianwu Sect is the common Changchun Gong, which is of no use to cultivators who have already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

As the night passed, the sky began to lighten.

Song Zhao, who hadn't slept all night, looked radiant inside the wooden house.

"I've reached the seventh level of Qi Refining; breaking through is as easy as drinking water..."

Last night, after his body further merged with the Dharma Eye and Thunder Tongue, his cultivation level broke through another level.

At a normal pace, it would take him at least two hundred years to cultivate from the third to the seventh level of Qi Refining!

But he only has a few years left to live.

With his cultivation at the late stage of Qi Refining, he was perfectly qualified to become an inner disciple of the Heavenly Martial Sect.

"I am quite old, and if I were to show off my talents at this time, I would inevitably arouse suspicion."

"Once I've mastered the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body, I'll take the outer sect assessment! Then, after a period of time, I'll enter the inner sect!"

The Tianwu Sect has a strict hierarchy among its servants, outer disciples, and inner disciples, with vastly different treatment and access to different information.

However, if an old handyman suddenly says that an inner sect assessment is to be conducted, then others will definitely be watching.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.

He wanted to naturally become the core of the Tianwu Sect.

Meanwhile, in Du Lingfeng's cave.

Holding the expensive aphrodisiac in his hand, the young master of the aristocratic family muttered, "Those three good-for-nothings, Cui Xing, haven't returned yet?"

"Ha, they must have gone down the mountain to visit brothels."

"Never mind, you guys have your fun, and I have mine."

He went to the treasure pavilion and secretly put the love poison into the teapot.

"Hmm, colorless and odorless, and undetectable even with divine sense. No wonder it's a poison I bought for over a thousand spirit stones."

"Su Fangyue, Su Fangyue, after drinking this tea, no matter how powerful you are, you will lose all your cultivation, become confused and infatuated, and become my plaything!"

"With the concealment formations in the treasure pavilion, I could play with you for three days and three nights without any problem!"

At noon, Su Fangyue came out of the cave and went to the Treasure Pavilion as agreed.

At the same time, Song Zhao also arrived near the Treasure Pavilion.

Through his Golden Core Eye, he saw Du Lingfeng waiting in the treasure pavilion and a jade box in his hand.

A short while later.

Su Fangyue, dressed in a purple dress, gracefully landed in the treasure pavilion.

"The Holy Maiden has arrived! Please, please come in!"

Du Lingfeng immediately tried to curry favor and led Su Fangyue to the central region.

"Where's the treasure?"

Su Fangyue seemed to dislike Du Lingfeng, as she was wearing a veil at this moment, concealing her beautiful face.

Du Lingfeng rubbed his hands together, gesturing for the other person to sit down: "Why is the Holy Maiden in such a hurry?"

"Please sit down and have a sip of tea. This is our family's special spiritual tea, which is helpful for cultivation."

Su Fangyue glanced indifferently at the tea set and sat down: "I'll give you half a cup of tea's time. If you don't see the treasure, I'm leaving."

Du Lingfeng's expression stiffened slightly, thinking to himself, "What a cold woman. Let's see if she'll still be like this when she's under the influence of love poison!"

He poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Try it, it's absolutely delicious!"

Su Fangyue took the teacup, scanned it with her divine sense, and after finding no problems, took a small sip: "Hmm, it's quite good."

Du Lingfeng secretly felt smug after seeing the other party's action.

Even if you only drink a single drop of this love poison, you're guaranteed to be affected!

"Where's the prototype of the magical artifact you promised to show me?"

Su Fangyue put down the tea set and looked at Du Lingfeng with her beautiful eyes.

Du Lingfeng suddenly burst into laughter, pulling out the jade box from his sleeve: "The prototype of the magic weapon is inside the jade box. Why don't you open it and take a look, Holy Maiden?"

Su Fangyue took the jade box and opened it, only to find that inside was a one-piece dress made of silk, transparent as if there was nothing there, with no fabric on the chest and perineum!

This is clearly a lingerie set designed to enhance the pleasure of sexual intercourse!

Are you kidding me?

Su Fangyue's face was contorted with anger, and she was about to lash out when she suddenly felt her body go limp and her mind began to wander.

"Du Lingfeng...did you poison the tea?"

Du Lingfeng stood up and activated the array within the treasure pavilion: "That's right, isn't that surprising?"

"Didn't expect me to dare lay a hand on you, did you?"

"You're just too beautiful! I saw you taking a shower last night, and I've been missing you terribly ever since!"