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

Even if I knew you, why should I tell you?

The witch realized her usefulness to Song Zhao and was somewhat unwilling.

"You old codger, you're clearly making me your encyclopedia!"

Song Zhao chuckled, "Senior, if you don't help me, how can I take you back to the Immortal Realm?"

"The Heavenly Demon Pearl chose me, wasn't it so that you, senior, could assist me in my cultivation?"

The witch's wisp of remnant soul pondered for a moment: "That's true, I almost forgot my mission."

Song Zhao's heart skipped a beat, wondering why Senior Heavenly Demon Pearl seemed somewhat delirious.

"The pill in your hand is called the Great Star Profound Pill. After taking it, your whole body will be filled with star power. For Golden Core cultivators, it can increase their strength by 30% within an hour, without any side effects."

Huh? So it's not a pill to increase cultivation, but a pill to amplify killing power?

Song Zhao's face darkened as he stared blankly at the Heavenly Demon Pearl in front of him.

Damn it! You owe me thirty Qingling Pills!

The witch didn't see Song Zhao's expression and continued, "Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators can't take the Great Star Profound Pill at all, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators would face the risk of their meridians rupture if they did."

Song Zhao's face darkened further, like the blackened grime of a pot that hadn't been washed in years.

This is unusable! Two magic runes and thirty Azure Spirit Pills have been wasted...

However, they also learned a lesson: the sacrifice of the Heavenly Demon Pearl is uncertain.

Seeing Song Zhao's dejected expression, the witch changed the subject: "But you are different."

"You have forged the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body. The resilience of your meridians and the size of your dantian far surpass those of other cultivators of the same level. Your physical body is also invincible among those of the same level. Taking the Great Star Profound Pill may damage your vital energy, but the effects will be very significant."

"A Golden Core cultivator can increase their strength by 30% by consuming it. If you are at the ninth level of Qi Refining, increasing it by five or six times will not be a problem."

Hearing this, Song Zhao felt a little better, thinking that things weren't as bad as he had imagined.

It's true that he needs to increase his cultivation level and possess greater strength.

But this temporary surge in combat power is also what he needs.

The witch chuckled and continued, "Besides the Great Star Profound Pill, the Crimson Jade Flowing Water Bottle in your hand is also a good thing, although I would rather use it as a vase than a vase."

"However, for your small place, this is considered a first-rate treasure."

magic weapon?

Upon hearing this word, Song Zhao's eyes flickered as he carefully examined the red jade bottle in his hand.

Magical artifacts can only be used by Golden Core cultivators, and their prices are often sky-high, the kind that can't be bought even with a hundred Azure Spirit Pills.

The red jade water bottle in front of me is transparent and has a soft jade light. The water patterns depicted on the bottle are like the waves of a great river, surging and turbulent!

"May I ask, senior, what is the purpose of this crimson jade flowing water bottle?"

The witch pondered for a moment: "Wait a minute, let me think... it's been too long."

After a short while, she said, "That's right, this thing can absorb the power of rivers and condense it into 'Crimson Jade Dew' in the bottle."

"The 'Crimson Jade Dew' can be considered a secret medicine for cultivation. It can both enhance one's cultivation level and be used to cultivate a supernatural power."

"What kind of supernatural power?" Song Zhao immediately asked, his eyes eager.

Having tasted the sweetness of supernatural powers with Thunder Tongue and Dharma Eye, he naturally wanted to learn another supernatural power.

"I don't know, I've forgotten."

......

......

Song Zhao left the desolate mountain cave but did not return to the Grand Elder or the Holy Maiden.

Firstly, all the disciples were severely weakened, and Huai Xiaoxiao, who was in the worst physical condition, was now unable to get out of bed. Therefore, Elder Cui Yu took pity on them and granted them five days of rest!

Secondly, the two storage rings belonging to the Du family were too hot to handle, so I needed to quickly take out the contents of them.

Hmm, let's just see if we can break the restrictions on Linghutang's demonic arts, and then let's see where there's any river power, and see if we can condense 'Crimson Jade Dew'.

With the Grand Elder's disciple's handheld device, the disciples on duty at the mountain gate didn't dare to question Song Zhao at all, and let him leave the sect.

"Wow, it's a flying sword!" A new disciple's eyes lit up. "Senior brother, can I ride the wind and wield a sword too?"

"It's hard to say."

Song Zhao's cultivation level is not high, so he cannot fly too far off the ground when flying on his sword. He can only fly at a low altitude of about ten feet. Otherwise, his magic power will be consumed quickly at a higher altitude, and flying on his sword will become extremely difficult.

"Huh? When did a village appear here?"

He felt a sense of curiosity as he flew over a rice paddy.

When I last went down the mountain gate to Zhou Huan Mountain, the fields here were still barren.

In just a few days, the fields were plowed and planted with lush green rice seedlings.

"Something's odd."

Song Zhao slowed down and glanced at the farmer sitting on the edge of the field.

The farmer didn't have the honest and simple demeanor he had, nor was his face tanned and rough; on the contrary, there wasn't a trace of wind and sun damage.

What's even stranger is that after these farmers saw Song Zhao, they immediately slowed down their work, and some even boldly sized him up.

"Something's not right!" Song Zhao's heart sank, and his internal magic power immediately began to circulate.

He came from a farming background. Back then, when farmers encountered cultivators, they would bow and scrape, not daring to even breathe loudly.

What farmer would dare to look directly at a cultivator?

Not to mention, these farmers clearly had an air of officialdom about them!

"Criminal Song Zhao, you have a sharp eye; you noticed our clues so quickly."

In front of the wooden house, a blacksmith tore open his cloth clothes, revealing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Bureau underneath.

The villagers followed suit, removing their disguises and drawing their demon-slaying swords!

Song Zhao scoffed, "Who told you stray dogs to pretend to be anything but decent? You're only at the level of dogs of the Demon Slayer Division."

"court death!"

Blacksmith Baiwei's face darkened, and he began chanting incantations.

They knew that Song Zhao was unparalleled in close combat, so they set up a formation, waiting for Song Zhao to be inside the formation so that they could activate the formation and take him down in one fell swoop!

Cough cough cough!

Suddenly, the ground beneath Song Zhao's feet cracked open, and thick spikes emerged from the earth, restricting his position and forcing him to fly into the sky.

At the same time, countless mud droplets appeared in the air, falling like a torrential downpour, instantly engulfing Song Zhao's figure and making him look like a mud figure.

"You're stuck in the mud and can't fly, where are you going?"

"go!"

As the blacksmith Baiwei spread his hands, another hundred boulders, each the size of a square foot, flew out of the wooden house, closing in and sealing Song Zhao, as if a small mountain had surrounded him.

He slammed his hand down, and the hill crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater.

"Press it again!"

The blacksmith clenched his fists, and several chains appeared in the formation, like poisonous dragons and pythons, quickly wrapping around the hill, then tightening, squeezing, tightening, squeezing!

Only after the hill had shrunk considerably did the blacksmith Baiwei finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's see how you live now!"

"Even if it were a piece of gold or iron inside, it would be squeezed dry and reduced to dust!"

He opened his palm, and the huge rock, the size of a square foot, shattered into fragments and powder.

The power of the formation was far too great, exceeding the limit that the boulder could withstand. After the formation was dispelled, the boulder was naturally shattered.

"Oh? Is that so?"