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

The two were fighting hand-to-hand, completely naked, without any magic or supernatural powers; otherwise, they would have turned the entire Yunlan Palace upside down.

"Hehehe~"

"Are you really willing to kill me? If you do, your cultivation level will probably regress to the Foundation Establishment stage."

The black-clad Dongfang Huaizhen fought and retreated, his bare feet splashing in the water, his mouth full of sarcasm.

Upon closer inspection, Dongfang Huaizhen has no physical body; he seems to be nothing more than a shadow, yet he is visible and tangible.

The real Dongfang Huaizhen's face was expressionless. He held a gleaming spear in his hand, intending to stab the person opposite him to death from the chest.

"If I don't kill you, how can I talk about the Great Dao?"

prick--

The spear pierced the air and struck the black-clad Dongfang Huaizhen.

But after dissipating, the other party coalesced and reappeared behind them, placing their hand on Dongfang Huaizhen's swan-like neck: "Sigh..."

"I just felt sorry for you. You've been cultivating for over three hundred years and haven't even tasted the pleasures of a man. That's why I came into being."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Isn't wanting to be pampered by a man always your wish?"

Dongfang Huaizhen stood in the pool, her long, dark eyelashes trembling, and with a backhand thrust of her spear, she pierced through the inner demon once more.

"roll!"

"I don't need you to lecture me!"

"I have long since severed all desires, because there is not a single good man in the world!"

The inner demon burst into laughter, then fell into the pool and mocked, "One day, you'll know the advantages of men."

"Without a man, where would you be?"

"Were you born from a stone, or molded from mud?"

Bang!

Dongfang Huaizhen slammed his spear into the water, causing all the water in the pool to be thrown out, and only then did the inner demon disappear.

"Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

......

......

Upon witnessing this scene, Song Zhao quickly withdrew half a leg from the palace, thinking to himself that the Grand Elder was indeed right.

It's entirely possible that the sect leader has been resurrected by the demons.

"Who was she just talking to? Another version of herself?"

"Thank goodness, she probably didn't see me. But the sect leader has such a great figure, how can she not have a bit of a belly..."

Just as Song Zhao was hesitating whether to continue knocking on the door, a gentle breeze swept by.

Dongfang Huaizhen, with an icy expression, had changed her clothes at some point and was standing behind him.

"How long have you been here?"

Song Zhao turned around and bowed, his expression normal, and said, "This disciple has just arrived and is about to enter Yunlan Palace."

Dongfang Huaizhen glanced at him and found this disciple increasingly pleasing to the eye.

She said calmly, "Has the Grand Elder discovered a new clue?"

She wasn't worried that Song Zhao might see something he shouldn't have.

Yunlan Palace has set up numerous arrays, making it impossible for even a Golden Core cultivator to use their divine sense to probe the situation inside.

Song Zhao shook his head, saying with trepidation, "No."

"Someone within the sect wants to harm me; my life is in grave danger!"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Dongfang Huaizhen waved his hand, and a beam of light instantly rose up, lifting the two of them into the air. When they opened their eyes again, they had already arrived inside the Yunlan Palace.

Song Zhao straightened his expression and first told the story of how Elder Cui Yu had raided his courtyard at night.

He then revealed Zhang Xing's death and the possibility that he himself was being wrongly accused.

Of course, he didn't mention that Cui Yu suspected the other party was a demon.

After listening, Dongfang Huaizhen glanced at him with his narrow eyebrows and said in agreement, "Elder, you handled this matter well."

"As you explained, after you have trained there for a period of time, I will take you as my disciple."

"what?"

Song Zhao was a little confused. Those were just words he used to appease Cui Yu, how did they suddenly become true?

Dongfang Huaizhen smiled coldly: "You don't need to be confused. I'm not really going to impart knowledge to you, I'm just giving you an identity."

"As for Zhang Xing's matter, I'm afraid I can't help you with that either."

"You killed Du Lingfeng, but I can label it as killing a member of the Du family, not as harming a fellow disciple."

"But you killed Zhang Xing, who was a true disciple of the Tianwu Sect. According to the sect's rules, harming a fellow disciple is punishable by immediate execution."

Song Zhao panicked and retorted, "Sect Master, I didn't kill Zhang Xing!"

Dongfang Huaizhen snorted coldly: "I know, but tomorrow, will the Enforcement Hall consider you the murderer?"

Song Zhao slumped down, realizing that what he said was true.

"Furthermore, I'm quite curious, how did you learn soul magic?"

"I remember you came from a farming family and had never studied magic before. Did you acquire it by chance?"

Dongfang Huaizhen stared intently at Song Zhao with her phoenix eyes, as if trying to see through the other's disguise to reveal his true face.

Song Zhao continued, "As the sect leader said, I obtained this magic by chance."

"Then you're the murderer." Dongfang Huaizhen rarely chuckled. "How could such a strange thing happen?"

"Someone is trying to harm the disciples, Sect Master!"

Looking at Song Zhao's aggrieved expression, Dongfang Huaizhen couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

"Let me think about how to protect you."

"You should know that if I were to protect you to the death, the entire sect would say that I am a bad sect leader who is protecting the murderer."

Song Zhao had also thought of this, and stood still waiting for an explanation.

While standing, his eyes were not idle; he looked around.

There weren't many lights in Yunlan Palace; at this moment, there was only a single lamp, its light dim.

Song Zhao inadvertently caught sight of Dongfang Huaizhen's bare feet.

The feet are slender and long, not thin, with a gentle curve on the instep. The skin is as white as jade under the light, with faintly visible fine blue veins underneath.

The five toes are arranged in a neat and slender line, with the tips slightly pink, like the tip of fine white jade stained with a touch of rouge.

"What beautiful feet," he thought to himself.

He had played with beautiful feet before, but he had never played with feet as naturally perfect and flawless as Dongfang Huaizhen's.

"What are you looking at?"

Sensing Song Zhao's gaze, Dongfang Huaizhen pulled her jade-like foot back, her phoenix eyes warning, "Look again and I'll shove my foot into your mouth!"

"I......"

Song Zhao turned his gaze away from below and looked up to see the pair of 'watermelons' again.

Um, you can't just shove this into my mouth, can you?

Dongfang Huaizhen glanced at it coldly, put on an outer robe, and said, "That's how it is over there."

"I hereby order the Enforcement Hall to cooperate with you to find the culprit who murdered Zhang Xing within seven days."

"If you can't find it, then you are the culprit."

"Anyway, according to what you said, the person who killed Zhang Xing was most likely after you, so you just happened to take care of him as well."

Song Zhao's mouth gaped open in disbelief. "Me?" he exclaimed.

There's no one else here.

"I am tired. I will issue the order tomorrow morning. You should go back and get some rest."

As he spoke, another beam of light appeared, directly transporting Song Zhao to the outside of Yunlan Palace.

"Are you crazy?"

"You want me to solve the case?"

Song Zhao wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he returned to his residence at the foot of the mountain dejectedly.

"What should we do!"

"If I can't find out within seven days, will the sect leader still protect me?"

He decided not to sleep at all and went straight to the scene of the incident.

Far away, all the disciples in this area had dispersed, leaving only one person standing at the scene of the incident.

Song Zhao frowned, somewhat puzzled. Could it be that there were other people like him who wanted to solve cases?

But the next moment, his heart started pounding.

"The perpetrator usually returns to the scene to admire their own creation!"