The moment Zhao Yanhe came out, he saw the two combatants fighting until the very sky seemed to darken. Frightened, he shrank behind the rockery and watched helplessly as Su Jiu slew the demonic cultivator with her sword.
But after the demonic cultivator died, blood began flowing from his own seven orifices.
Under his subordinates' horrified gazes, his mind gradually clouded. He could no longer hear a sound, and in the end, he died.
Su Jiu swallowed a Blood-Coagulating Pill and a Spirit-Replenishing Pill, then swept a cold gaze toward the corner where they were hiding.
"Get out here."
Zhao Yanhe was dead. His subordinates did not need to think to know that this she-devil must be calling them.
They scrambled out, stumbling and crawling over one another.
Kneeling on the ground, they wept as they pleaded, "Miss, miss, we didn't do any of this! We were forced to! We're servants of the Zhao Household. We would have died if we refused!"
Su Jiu frowned and waved a hand. "Bring everyone from the Zhao Household to the Front Courtyard."
As though they had been granted a pardon, the men scattered at her command.
While the girls in the basement were still trembling with unease, they suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"W-who won?" one girl asked.
But scarcely had she spoken when Su Jiu appeared before them.
Su Jiu's face was pale from severe blood loss, and her clothes were soaked with blood, both her own and the demonic cultivator's. Though she looked bedraggled, in the girls' eyes, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful person in the world at that moment.
A faint smile curved Su Jiu's lips. "You can go home now."
Some girls' eyes reddened, while others burst into tears.
The male cultivator's face was also filled with excitement.