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

"Song Zhao? Who is Song Zhao?"

The servants, who had spent a lot of money on gifts, looked at each other, completely unaware that one of the servants who came was named Song Zhao.

Only the servant who had previously called Song Zhao "Old Song" suddenly realized what was happening and stammered, pointing ahead:

"Old...Old Song, is she talking about you?"

The servant dropped the box of youth-preserving pills from his hands, staring blankly, finding it utterly unbelievable.

No wonder Song Zhao didn't need to bring anything with him.

So they've already been chosen!

But what gives him the right? Is it because he's old and has an old-fashioned air about him?

The other servants also focused their attention on Song Zhao, who was raising his hand.

"Young lady, are you mistaken? Is Fairy Lin really going to ask this old man to help her complete the mission?"

The servant who delivered the white-veined jade was unwilling to believe it and was somewhat exasperated.

The servant who had prepared the prototype of the magical artifact was even more puzzled and stared intently at Song Zhao.

"I've seen this old man a few times. He's the one who sweeps the floor at the Holy Maiden's cave. I heard he's been at the Heavenly Martial Sect for sixty years. What makes him a janitor?"

"I don't know. Even if he cultivates until he dies, he'll only ever reach the fifth level of Qi Refining. He has no future at all. It would be a waste of the sect's resources for someone like that to enter the outer sect, wouldn't it?"

"He didn't bring a gift yet, could there be something going on?"

"Is there a connection? Is there a connection that allows someone to stay in the menial affairs department for sixty years?"

"Then why was this old handyman able to get in through the back door?"

The servants whispered among themselves, but dared not contradict them, after all, this was in front of Lin Shuangwan's courtyard gate.

Song Zhao, who had his hand raised, was also somewhat at a loss.

He thought that what Lin Shuangwan said during the day was a test to make things difficult for him, but he didn't expect that it was already a back door that the other party had opened for him.

The maid looked Song Zhao up and down, confirming that he matched Lin Shuangwan's description, and nodded slightly: "Come in."

"The rest of you may go back now."

Song Zhao nodded and followed the maid into the courtyard, leaving the servants who were left standing there unable to accept the situation.

The courtyard was very large. After walking along a winding pebble path, crossing an arched bridge, and stepping through the front courtyard, we finally arrived at the front of a pavilion with flying eaves and brackets.

"Your master is waiting for you inside."

The maid left with a single sentence, her eyes sparkling with a smile as she withdrew.

Song Zhao took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door when a fragrant breeze blew in from inside, opening the already slightly ajar door.

"You've arrived."

Song Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a faint heat rising throughout his body.

Is there a problem with the scent? Or is there a problem with the sound?

Before he could think further, the witch inside the Heavenly Demon Pearl said mockingly, "See, I was right."

"That little girl really does have demonic blood. She just used the charm talent of the demon race. She might even have one of those top-tier demonic bloodlines!"

"Old man, you're in for a lot of trouble tonight. Demons have incredibly strong desires, much stronger than Su Fangyue's!"

Song Zhao didn't quite believe what the Heavenly Demon Pearl senior had said.

Lin Shuangwan's test was definitely not the kind she described.

How could anyone think of sleeping with you the moment you meet them?

Even if someone is half-human and half-demon, it's impossible.

Immediately, Song Zhao cupped his hands and replied, "Yes, Fairy Lin, what is your test for me?"

"Please come in first."

Lin Shuangwan's voice came from inside the pavilion, but no one could be seen.

"it is good."

Song Zhao looked around but didn't find anything amiss, so he stepped into the pavilion.

"Come to the room on the second floor, just come in."

He followed Lin Shuangwan's instructions to the second floor, pushed open the door, and found himself in an ambiguous scene.

Beneath the window, a bronze mirror reflected the flickering candlelight, and a few sprigs of white plum blossoms were inserted diagonally into a porcelain vase. The subtle interplay of two different fragrances could be smelled at the tip of the nose.

On the bamboo couch in the center, Lin Shuangwan's black gauze dress was casually draped over her shoulders, the hem of which slipped to the ground, pressing down on a half-open scroll of "Secrets of the Boudoir".

"I've had a strange illness since I was a child."

"It flares up every two or three days, late at night, and it causes me a lot of pain."

Lin Shuangwan frowned slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt and got up from the bamboo couch, her snow-white feet stepping on the ground.

"But when I saw you today, I felt saved."

"Will you help me? This is my test for you."

Her pale blue eyes looked at Song Zhao, and then she swallowed hard, almost unceremoniously.

This morning, her body reacted strongly to Song Zhao.

This is something that no man would ever do!

Even when pursued by the man known as the most handsome man in the Tianwu Sect, Lin Shuangwan remained unmoved.

Only Song Zhao, this servant who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, evoked a feeling of excitement in her.

"A strange disease?"

Song Zhao scratched his head: "Fairy Lin, I'm not a doctor, how would I know how to cure illnesses?"

"No!"

You can do it!

Lin Shuangwan walked briskly forward barefoot, took Song Zhao's hands in hers, and said tenderly, "Only you can."

Song Zhao coughed, wanting to pull his hand away but not daring to, and tentatively asked, "How can I help you?"

"you......"

Just as Lin Shuangwan was about to speak, she suddenly trembled, her breathing became rapid, and she let out a painful groan.

"what!"

"The strange illness has flared up?" Song Zhao was bewildered. He was about to activate his cultivation when he was stunned by the scene before him.

Before her, Lin Shuangwan's hair began to grow longer, reaching her ankles, and its color changed from jet black to snow white. The color of her pupils changed from light blue to amethyst-like, with a heart shape in the center.

Her skin lost its original delicate, rosy complexion and turned into a cool, pure porcelain white, like frost and snow condensed under the moonlight.

Even more surprisingly, Lin Shuangwan's originally unremarkable figure suddenly exploded!

It's as if she's transformed from a young woman waiting to be married into a woman who has given birth, creating a striking contrast.

He thought to himself, "This is called a strange disease? Isn't this the kind of disease every woman would love to have?"

After a dozen or so breaths, Lin Shuangwan seemed like a completely different person.

By day, she is a pure and charming young girl.

Now she is a mature, beautiful, and voluptuous young woman.

"Song Zhao, please help me, I'm in so much pain."

Lin Shuangwan, with her incredibly proud breasts, didn't have a pleading look in her eyes, but rather a look of desire!

A naked desire for Song Zhao's body.

"Oh ho ho ho! So she has the blood of the Night Princess clan. You old bastard, you're really in for a beating."

The demoness inside the Heavenly Demon Pearl watched the show with an air of detached amusement: "The Night Maiden Clan is the royal family among the demons, and they have very high standards for men. You have the Primordial Yin-Yang Dao Body, so it's no surprise that she's lusting after your body."

Song Zhao quickly asked, "What should I do? Won't she drain me dry?"

He truly never expected that someone like Lin Shuangwan, whose status and position were far superior to his, would actually be lusting after a lowly servant like him.

"Hehehe, well then, I don't know. Good luck to you."

"Senior! Senior!"

There was no response from within the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

Before her, Lin Shuangwan, possessed by demonic possession, strode over with her long, beautiful legs and greedily tore Song Zhao's clothes to shreds.

"Wait, wait a minute, Fairy Lin, can you wait a bit? I can do it myself, I don't have a second set of clothes!"

Lin Shuangwan pounced on Song Zhao from above, exhaling her hot, fragrant breath: "It's okay, I have many sets here, you can have whichever one you want."

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