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

Outside the treasure pavilion, Song Zhao, hidden behind a large blue stone, had some concerns.

"Senior, that Holy Maiden Su Fangyue is a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If I were to absorb her vital essence in order to forge my Dao body, what if she wanted to kill me afterwards?"

The witch calmly replied, "Isn't that simple? Afterwards, while the love poison is still in effect, just kill her. You can also accumulate the energy of the Heavenly Demon Pearl, killing two birds with one stone. Isn't that wonderful?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhao's heart skipped a beat. The senior in the Heavenly Demon Pearl was indeed a person of the demonic path, too evil!

Even if Su Fangyue isn't a good woman, considering she'll be offering her primordial yin to help him achieve the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body, she doesn't deserve to die.

Moreover, if she dies, it means the Holy Maiden is dead, and the entire Tianwu Sect will be shaken. Even if I clear my name, as a servant in the Holy Maiden's cave, I will still be implicated.

Su Fangyue was determined not to kill him.

"Senior, is there a way to escape unscathed without killing her?"

Inside the Heavenly Demon Pearl, the witch waved her small foot adorned with bells and changed her posture, saying, "You are indeed cautious."

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a cautious member of the demonic sect."

Song Zhao frowned. Could it be that all the people in the Demonic Sect are arrogant idiots?

No wonder they can't beat the righteous path.

"Don't worry, old man. Once you've mastered the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body, that Holy Maiden won't kill you at all."

"On the contrary, I will become infatuated with you. I won't tell you why; you can figure it out for yourself." The witch kept it a secret and didn't say it directly.

Song Zhao nodded secretly, then added cautiously, "If the Holy Maiden still intends to kill me, I beg you, senior, to intervene."

The witch rolled her eyes in annoyance, "What's with all this nagging? Go pick some fruit!"

"This Celestial King wants to see you fight three hundred rounds, you bastard!"

"If you don't go now, I'll expose you as a member of the demonic path."

Song Zhao immediately fell silent and strode toward the treasure pavilion.

The senior is right. It's time to pick the fruit. If we're any later, Su Fangyue will really be defiled by Du Lingfeng.

Through the Golden Elixir Eye, the scene inside the treasure pavilion was laid bare.

Beside the tea table, Su Fangyue's delicate body slumped, her two round and firm thighs unable to exert any strength, her misty almond eyes fixed on Du Lingfeng.

"Du Lingfeng, how dare you..."

Du Lingfeng sat on the stone bench, saying with interest, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's just that you have such a cold and aloof face, yet your figure is so voluptuous!"

"Tsk tsk, which man wouldn't get excited seeing your figure?"

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for clearing my name last night."

Su Fangyue gritted her teeth, a blush rising on her pretty face: "You! It really was you!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Du Lingfeng stood up, slapped the stone table, and let out a series of lewd laughs: "I am a direct descendant of the Du family, am I worthy of you?"

"Now, put on the love shirt from the jade box, and I guarantee I'll make you suffer terribly later—making you cry all night long!"

As he spoke, he pushed the jade box in front of Su Fangyue and tapped the red cinnabar on her forehead with his finger.

"It's really true! You can't wipe it off. It's just a pity that it won't be there in the future."

A wave of heat washed over Su Fangyue, her eyes already brimming with tears: "Du Lingfeng...you beast..."

"Beast? You're about to be raped by a beast."

Du Lingfeng placed his hand on his belt, handed over the robe, and couldn't wait any longer...

"Hahaha, Su Fangyue, from now on you are my woman."

Just as he had taken off half of his clothes, footsteps came from outside the treasure pavilion.

"Who?"

Du Lingfeng stiffened and frowned.

He clearly set up a concealment formation; no one should have been able to discover it except for a Golden Core cultivator personally inspecting it.

In the past few days, the Golden Core cultivators of the Tianwu Sect have either been absent from the sect or in seclusion. Who could it be?

Su Fangyue turned her head with difficulty and looked towards the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion.

Her remaining rationality told her that the person outside the door was her lifeline.

"The one you have defamed!"

Bang!

The moment he spoke, Song Zhao kicked open the door and entered the treasure pavilion.

Du Lingfeng's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at Song Zhao in disbelief, exclaiming in surprise:

"Old handyman? How is that possible! You can speak? Your eyes are healed too?"

Song Zhao's lips curled into a smile: "That's right, Young Master Du, you're pleasantly surprised, aren't you?"

As he entered, he glanced at Su Fangyue, who was slumped on the ground, and secretly praised her as a femme fatale. No wonder Du Lingfeng couldn't control himself and wanted to drug her.

Du Lingfeng took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smiled, "What day is it today?"

"You old handyman, you've come here looking for death?"

"Those three good-for-nothings failed to kill you? Perfect, I'll personally send you to your death!"

"No, no way! I want you to watch your master tremble and beg for mercy on his knees before I let you die!"

whoosh-

As he spoke, a rope flew out from Du Lingfeng's sleeve, transforming into a venomous snake in the air, intending to bind Song Zhao.

However, Song Zhao's strength is now vastly different from before, and he also possesses the Divine Eye, so no matter how ghostly the ropes and magical artifacts are, they cannot get close to him.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that all his moves missed, Du Lingfeng began to doubt whether he was just too bad at the game.

In such a confined space, and with the old servant's cultivation level far below his own, why was he unable to hit him?

How strange! How utterly strange!

Su Fangyue, sprawled on the ground, looked surprised, her chest heaving, and asked in bewilderment, "Old servant, your cultivation level...?"

Upon hearing this, Du Lingfeng scanned Song Zhao's cultivation level with his divine sense, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Qi Refining Stage 7?

How is that possible?

This old bastard, in just one night, has reached the same cultivation level as me?

Before he could think any further, a sense of danger suddenly arose.

Song Zhao, wielding a long sword, charged forward menacingly!

Du Lingfeng had already lost his composure. He took out a token from his storage ring and was about to call for reinforcements.

Young masters from prestigious families like him always have powerful figures nearby when they are out, just in case.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhao stopped in his tracks, and before the token could light up, a flash of lightning appeared on his tongue.

"Go!"

Boom!

The thunderous sound did not resound within the treasure pavilion, but rather shook Du Lingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"What kind of magic is this...?"

Immediately, Du Lingfeng's body trembled violently, the token fell to the ground, a large amount of blood flowed from his mouth and nose, his vision went black, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

Song Zhao was also pale and panting heavily.

That move just now was the Yin Thunder Divine Power carried by Lei Xiu's tongue!

This lightning does not harm the physical body, but specifically damages the soul; it is an extremely insidious supernatural power.

"If I were at the ninth level of Qi Refining, that one strike would have annihilated his soul and spirit."

Song Zhao blinked and checked his physical condition.

Using the Yin Thunder Divine Power not only consumes a large amount of magical power, but also requires a lot of mental effort.

He wouldn't use this tactic unless it was absolutely necessary.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to use this move again for at least ten days..."

Song Zhao picked up the token from the ground and then searched Du Lingfeng's storage ring.

While looting, they discovered that Du Lingfeng had been injured by Yin Lightning, losing most of his three souls and seven spirits, making him practically dead.

"I originally wanted to show you how your goddess became mine..."

"Unfortunately, you don't have that blessing."

Song Zhao took out the Heavenly Demon Pearl and, from an angle that Su Fangyue couldn't see, refined Du Lingfeng into the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

The Heavenly Demon Pearl absorbed blood and soul, but failed to condense a single pattern.

He had just put away the Heavenly Demon Pearl when a fragrant breeze 'sneaked' over from behind.

"Old handyman, how did you kill him just now?"

Saintess Su Fangyue's clothes were half undone, revealing large expanses of her fair and smooth skin. Her face was flushed as she stared at Song Zhao.

She swallowed hard, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she said, "Get out of here right now, or you'll regret it!"

As she spoke, Su Fangyue's hot body pressed against her, rubbing back and forth.