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

When Song Zhao arrived at the southwest corner of the mountain, all that remained before him was Zhou Zhaoxi's smiling, still-warm corpse.

He went forward to check, and sure enough, the body had no external injuries, but the soul was missing.

The grassroots cultivator who had been with Song Zhao, his arm around her shoulder, crying with red eyes and saying he missed home, just a few days ago in Juxianglou, is also dead.

At this moment, the long-suppressed sorrow surged forth like a tidal wave.

In just three days, three fellow disciples died. Although they weren't close friends, they were still true fellow disciples.

Song Zhao's heart was in turmoil, like a raging sea.

He roared, unusually losing his temper, "Where are the elders stationed here?!"

"Why didn't you protect my senior brother?!"

He looked around and found another body under a rock.

The corpse was that of the elder stationed in this area, who had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, yet still lost his life.

"Come out! Come out already!"

Song Zhao closed the elder's eyes and roared at the surroundings.

After a moment, he said to the air, "Did you come here to torture me?"

"But let me tell you, I don't care about their deaths. You dare not kill me, so I will grow stronger until you dare not face me."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The voice of the Innate Demonic Sect cultivator echoed in the air: "You keep saying you don't care? Who lost their composure just now?"

"Song Zhao, more people will die next."

"I've inquired about your connections within the sect; those close to you will die one by one."

"When that time comes, you'll be all alone. How will your soul feel? I'm looking forward to it."

Song Zhao activated his Dharma Eye, trying to see where the demonic sect cultivators were hiding, but no matter how he looked, he found no one around.

The opponent's concealment technique was so advanced that even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't see through it.

"Why are you targeting me? Do I have a grudge against you?" Song Zhao continued to ask, trying to find the source of the other person's voice.

The voices of the demonic cultivators seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint their location.

"You'll find out when you die."

whoosh-

Cui Yu landed on the ground in his escape light, staring at the two corpses for a long time without uttering a sound.

"We're too late... Did you see any trace of him?"

Song Zhao shook his head, looking dejected: "No, I searched the surrounding area with my divine sense, but I didn't find any signs."

"He spoke to me and said he was going to kill everyone around me."

Cui Yu frowned, his powerful Golden Core divine sense probing an area of ​​more than ten miles, but he did not detect any demonic aura.

......

......

The next day, before dawn.

Song Zhao hadn't slept all night, and the stubble on his chin had grown quite a bit. Just as he was about to go to his residence to wash his face with cold water, he ran into Huai Xiaoxiao on the way.

The only female student stammered, her eyes darting around as she looked at Song Zhao.

"Junior Brother Song..."

Song Zhao hummed in agreement: "Why did you get up so early, Senior Sister Huai?"

Huai Xiaoxiao's expression was strange, and she asked in a low voice, "Is Zhou Zhaoxi dead?"

Song Zhao nodded and said with concern, "Senior Sister, please be careful these next few days. Under no circumstances should you go out at night."

The other party, however, took this word of concern as a death sentence.

She believed that the three people had been poisoned by Song Zhao.

So she cried and pleaded, "Junior Brother Song, please, please don't kill me!"

Song Zhao was surprised and puzzled: "What do you mean by this, Senior Sister?"

Huai Xiaoxiao cried so hard that her tears fell like pearls in the rain.

"Junior brother is ruthless and will stop at nothing to eliminate dissidents. He used the Demonic Sect's killings to cover up his identity and received the sect leader's protection, which is why he put on this show, right?"

Song Zhao frowned: "Senior sister, you've misunderstood. I didn't kill the person; it was a real demonic cultivator."

"But where did the Heavenly Martial Sect get its demonic cultivators? If they were demonic cultivators capable of killing people right under the Sect Master's nose, they would have wiped out the entire Heavenly Martial Sect long ago. Why would they need to kill them one by one?"

Huai Xiaoxiao stepped forward and grabbed Song Zhao's sleeve, her delicate face streaked with tears.

"Junior brother, please spare my life!"

"That compass was something the Du family forced me to give you. If I didn't give it to you, they threatened to break my brother's legs, sob sob sob."

"My younger brother is also a good-for-nothing. He became a live-in son-in-law in the Du family, and he even dragged my sister into it. Waaaaah."

Upon hearing about the compass, Song Zhao's face darkened, and he shook off Huai Xiaoxiao's hand.

"snort!"

"Senior sister, I knew there was something wrong with the compass a long time ago, but I never expected it was the Du family's doing."

"You don't want your brother to suffer, so you try to harm me? What kind of logic is that?"

Snapped!

This time, Song Zhao showed no mercy and slapped Huai Xiaoxiao across the pretty face.

"Ah! Song Zhao, don't you have any sense of camaraderie as fellow disciples?" Huai Xiaoxiao covered her flushed face, gritting her teeth as she pleaded, "I can, I can..."

Song Zhao chuckled, a hint of melancholy creeping over him: "Fellow disciples? How many of you still have fellow disciples?"

"Instead of seeking revenge for their deaths, you've revealed your plot with the Du family to frame me to save your own life. What kind of fellow disciple do you consider yourself?"

He wished he could stomp on Huai Xiaoxiao's face, but that stomp would probably kill her.

"I can, I can sleep with you!"

Seeing Song Zhao about to leave, Huai Xiaoxiao quickly hugged his leg and sobbed, "Many male disciples in the sect are pursuing me, don't you like me?"

Song Zhao swept Huai Xiaoxiao aside and said viciously, "I'd rather cut you off and feed you to the dogs than give you to me."

After saying that, he left his residence and went to the eastern foot of the mountain to continue tempering his flying sword with the Taiyin Overlord Sword.

"Why bother? It's a waste of an opportunity. I think that woman is alright." The witch whispered in Song Zhao's ear.

Song Zhao arrived at the place from yesterday: "Senior, you are a demon, you don't understand human emotions."

"That goes without saying. If I understood, I wouldn't have been ambushed by that despicable human immortal king..."

The witch clearly has a significant backstory.

Song Zhao did not press further, but instead took advantage of the rising sun to begin tempering his sword and body.

Half an hour later.

The flying sword "Heyi" has shrunk a bit, but it is actually heavier than before.

"My strength has improved again, and my cultivation has also progressed somewhat."

This was something that surprised and delighted Song Zhao.

The Great Sun Body Tempering not only made his physical body stronger, but also slowly improved his cultivation level, which was more than ten times that of his usual cultivation.

It's a pity that there's only half an hour in a day.

After finishing his practice, Song Zhao rode his sword into the sky and headed towards Yunlan Palace.

"Sect Master, your disciple Song Zhao requests an audience!"

crunch--

The palace doors opened, and Dongfang Huaizhen stood amidst the clouds and mist, with sunlight streaming out from behind her, outlining a tall and proud silhouette.

The sunlight fell on her face, giving it a cool, luminous glow that was incredibly beautiful.

She lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on Song Zhao.

Song Zhao also happened to look up at Dongfang Huaizhen.

Today, the Watermelon Clan Leader was wearing a beige robe, the fabric stretched taut by the ample silhouette of his chest, making it appear full and heavy.

The fabric cast a faint shadow at the neckline, making the skin appear even more dazzlingly white.

"You've come at the perfect time; you'll be of great help to my cultivation."

Dongfang Huaizhen beckoned, and Song Zhao landed in Yunlan Palace. Then the palace doors slammed shut with a bang.

"Sect Master, I have something to ask of you," Song Zhao said firmly, gazing at the voluptuous waist before him.

Dongfang Huaizhen chuckled lightly: "What is it? We'll talk about it later."

"It's time for cultivation."

As she spoke, she subtly removed her beige robe, revealing her exquisitely beautiful, snow-white shoulders...