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

Song Zhao felt the fragrance of orchids and the warmth of jade behind him, turned around and ripped off Su Fangyue's veil, revealing her stunning beauty.

"Your Holiness, I just saved you."

"Not only do you not say thank you, but you're also telling me to get out?"

Su Fangyue tried her best to control her reason, looking at Song Zhao with some humiliation.

How could I, a saintly maiden, become so pathetic in front of an old servant?

"Get out of here, or I'll kill you!"

She didn't want a lowly servant to see her in a state of being poisoned by love.

Otherwise, where would she put her pride?

"Kill me?"

"Was the saintess's punishment yesterday no less severe than killing me?"

Song Zhao's eyes were icy as he took off Su Fangyue's cloud-patterned brocade boots.

"Tsk tsk, how can you not know that the usually aloof saintess is actually a lazy woman who doesn't even wear stockings in private?"

After the brocade boots were removed, a delicate and exquisite jade foot was revealed.

"I...you..."

Su Fangyue's neck was flushed red, and she was breathing heavily: "What do I need an old handyman like you to tell me what to do?"

"Yeah?"

Song Zhao continued, removing the other boot and stroking it with a cold laugh, saying, "Isn't the Tianwu Sect supposed to be the most particular about etiquette?"

"Holy Maiden, isn't it impolite of you not to wear socks?"

Su Fangyue's expression was terrible, her pearly teeth biting her red lips: "You old geezer..."

"Now you're the one being rude!"

"Heh," Song Zhao chuckled, "But weren't you enjoying it quite a bit?"

"What will you do if I really leave?"

"Using your finger to end your virginity? Isn't that a bit pathetic?"

Su Fangyue knew she couldn't hide the fact that she was poisoned by love, but she still retorted fiercely, "None of your business!"

"This saintess... even if you offered me your finger... I wouldn't give it to you..."

"If you don't get out of here, I'll kill you right now!"

Song Zhao shook his head in disappointment: "Do you still have the strength?"

"Your Holiness, stop deceiving yourself."

He pinched Su Fangyue's delicate chin and said with a wicked smile, "Your lips look dry."

"How about I feed you some tea?"

Song Zhao walked to the tea table and picked up the pot of tea.

"I am a little thirsty, but that tea..."

Su Fangyue looked wary and walked backwards, her half-open dress trailing behind her.

But she's not even as fast as a tortoise right now.

"What, do you want some?" Song Zhao brought over a pot of normal tea and waved it in front of Su Fangyue.

"I...I need it, I'm so thirsty, give me some to drink."

Su Fangyue reached out from the floor and tried to grab the teapot, but failed.

Song Zhao grinned mischievously, placing the teapot behind his waist: "Didn't you just say you were going to kill me?"

"Now you have to beg me before I'll give you water."

Su Fangyue remained arrogant, coldly saying, "Don't even think about it! If I don't want to drink, I won't. I've never heard of a cultivator dying of thirst!"

Song Zhao chuckled and drank his tea in front of Su Fangyue.

"Ah, so sweet, so thirst-quenching!"

"Holy Maiden, I hope you can still be like this later."

Su Fangyue stared at Song Zhao's moist lips, swallowed her meager saliva, and felt humiliated.

After a while...

"Song...Zhao, please help me..."

Su Fangyue leaned against Song Zhao's body, his hot breath hitting her face.

Song Zhao chuckled: "Holy Maiden, this is the first time in all these years that you've called me by my name, isn't it?"

"Please help me...please help me, okay?"

Su Fangyue was on the verge of tears, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Without hesitation, she kissed Song Zhao's Adam's apple with her cherry lips, her touch tender and clumsy.

Song Zhao pushed Su Fangyue's head away, his voice filled with hostility, and said, "If you beg me, I'll reluctantly help you."

"you!"

Su Fangyue's face was filled with humiliation, and her eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

However, her physical instincts still controlled her principles.

"Please, I'm begging you, please?"

Song Zhao burst into laughter, still shaking his head: "Not sincere enough, Holy Maiden."

"Don't forget how you treated me yesterday, and how harshly you used to criticize me!"

"I want you to kneel down and beg me!"

Su Fangyue was stunned, but soon, desire overwhelmed reason again and reached its peak.

She knelt before Song Zhao, her knees slightly red: "Song Zhao... I... beg you..."

Seeing an opportunity, Song Zhao immediately agreed.

Then came a sobbing sound.

For so many years, the saintess who used to look at him like an animal has never expected to have such a day.

Having worked as a janitor for so many years, enduring humiliation and hardship in silence, I had tasted all the bitterness of life.

Everyone in the Tianwu Sect thought he was easy to bully; even dogs dared to bark at him!

What now?

The tide has turned!

After a moment, Su Fangyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it okay now?"

She removed her clothes, revealing her flawless skin, and clung tightly to Song Zhao.

"Hmm, very good, I'm very satisfied."

Song Zhao swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming: "I'll help detoxify you right away!"

He began to practice the Nine Yin Nine Yang Technique, making ample preparations for refining the Primordial Yin Yang Dao Body.

Inside the treasure pavilion, the yin and yang energies intertwined and sublimated, before all of them entered Song Zhao's body.

......

Two days later, the sun reached the Western Hills.

Song Zhao felt it was time, so he sat cross-legged and began the final step of forging the Hunyuan Yin-Yang Dao Body, following the steps in the cultivation method.

But then, wisps of mysterious and vast "Qi" swirled around Song Zhao, and countless yin and yang lights evolved, including the sun and moon, heaven and earth, Kunpeng, dragons and phoenixes...

"Hiss, ah!"

Song Zhao let out a scream as his bones, meridians, and acupoints began to transform.

This process will be extremely painful!

This final step is crucial; it is the key moment for seeking the ultimate balance of Yin and Yang, for Hunyuan to inherit Yin and Yang, and for Yin and Yang to reverse Hunyuan.

"Old man, you'd better hang in there."

"We were so dedicated to the little girl just now, we can't afford to collapse now."

"If you don't forge a Dao body, you might die."

Song Zhao said painfully, "Why didn't you say so before, senior?"

"If I had told you earlier, would you, a coward, have been able to cultivate?" The witch revealed a victorious smile.

"But I didn't harm you anyway. You'll thank me later for becoming the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body, which is the number one physique below the Immortal Body level."

Song Zhao stopped talking and began to concentrate on cultivating his martial arts.

Over the years, what hardships hasn't he endured?

Compared to the pain of having my tongue cut out or my eyes gouged out, the pain I felt at this moment seemed less painful.

Whoosh—!

Just as the waters of the Milky Way returned to nothingness, all the myriad strange phenomena that had evolved suddenly returned to Song Zhao's body, without the slightest sign of floating or sinking.

Silence returned to the treasure pavilion.

"It's done!"

Song Zhao laughed heartily, held his head high, and looked out the window at the setting sun over the western mountains.

"The stream before my door still flows westward; let not white-haired old men sing of the yellow rooster!"

He looked at himself in the bronze mirror inside the room and found that the wrinkles on his face had decreased significantly, and almost half of his white hair had turned black again.

Not only that, the muscles in his body also became fuller, and the meridians, bones and acupoints exuded a chaotic aura of yin and yang.

In addition, he felt that his comprehension had improved to a new level. For example, he now understood how Yin Thunder was cultivated.

"Although my cultivation level hasn't improved, I feel incredibly strong right now."

Song Zhao clenched his fist, feeling the overall increase in power compared to before.

I probably wouldn't even need the Yin Thunder Divine Power to kill Du Lingfeng with a single punch now.

Just as he was feeling smug, a sword suddenly appeared behind him and was placed against his neck.

Su Fangyue, dressed in tattered clothes, came up behind him.