Chapter 11

Repair Dantian!

Yan Qingyan walked up to Ling Mochen and looked at the three strange men with murderous eyes. The violence that had been hidden for a long time during the three years of the apocalypse faintly emerged.

You've been resting on your laurels for too long. It's time to stretch your muscles.

Ling Mochen felt a little strange seeing Yan Qingyan like this, but the situation was critical now and it was not the time to think about this.

He quickly said, "Qingyan, find a place to hide first. They are coming for me, leave it to me to deal with them."

"Isn't it too late to hide now?"

The three of them quickly surrounded the two people and stood in different positions in a triangle, obviously not wanting to give Yan Qingyan and the other person a chance to escape.

"Don't even think about escaping today. We can't just let Brother Hai's death go like this!" Ling Hai was the first guy who died just now.

Ling Mochen's face darkened and he was about to speak when Yan Qingyan's calm voice came to his ears again.

"Escape? Do I need to escape when I'm dealing with a few of you in the Qi Refining Stage?"

The cultivation level of Ling Hai and his three companions is only at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining. They are also a bunch of useless people, otherwise they would not have gone to be Ling Yaozu's lackeys.

The air suddenly became quiet.

“Ha! Hahaha! You are a mortal whose Dantian has been destroyed, yet you are so shameless? Who gave you the courage to say such things?”

"I'm trying to show off my strength even when I'm about to die. I... wuwu!"

Yan Qingyan stopped talking nonsense, and her wood-type supernatural power surged out. A green seed was born and grew in the blink of an eye, and it tied up the three people in the blink of an eye.

"Can they be killed?" Yan Qingyan asked this question again with a chilly voice, and the three people who were tied up trembled with fear.

Aren’t they said that these two people are useless people with broken Dantian? Can anyone tell us how someone could cast such a powerful entanglement spell? ! It's totally unreasonable!

"Woo~" The three people whose mouths were bound by vines kept whimpering, and their hearts were beating loudly.

Hit a wall!

"Okay, but the scene needs to be disguised, otherwise our days ahead won't be peaceful." After being shocked, Ling Mochen quickly calmed down and analyzed the current situation quickly.

But his heart was in turmoil, completely different from the calm he appeared on the surface.

What's this?

Qingyan can actually use wood-related spells! And the strength is not low!

"No problem." Yan Qingyan nodded, skillfully killed the three people, and then faked the scene.

The mountain path returned to its former appearance.

After everything calmed down, Yan Qingyan regained the smile she had when she first met Ling Mochen. Her eyebrows curved into a crescent shape, and she smiled and said to Ling Mochen, "Why don't you ask me why I suddenly appeared here?"

She took out a communication talisman and continued, "Cousin Le'er sent me a message."

She can't use the communication jade talisman now because that thing requires spiritual power to activate, but this disposable communication talisman paper can still be used.

Unfortunately, the message can only be transmitted in one direction.

Cousin Le'er placed the communication talisman in the space wooden house, and she didn't see the message until three days later.

The enemies have arrived.

"It's really troublesome! Can't you let me have three more months of peace?" The moment Yan Qingyan saw the news, she felt upset and wanted to kill the man named Ling Yaozu.

He is just as annoying as Yin Siwen.

I originally wanted to go out and remind Ling Mochen, but as soon as I came out of the space, I saw the note left by Ling Mochen, and he had already gone to the town.

Ling Mochen nodded stiffly. For some reason, Yan Qingyan found his attitude somewhat funny.

......

Seven days later.

Four bodies were found on the way from Yujiang Village to the town.

They all had a vine pierced through their hearts and a rotten seed in their bodies.

They had no valuables or identity verification items on them, and it was obvious that they had been ransacked.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the world of immortal cultivation, which is fraught with dangers.

......

Yujiang Town, Ling Family Business.

"What did you say?!"

When the steward received the news, he stood up in shock.

When he knew that Ling Yaozu had sent people to cause trouble for Ling Mochen, he was looking forward to seeing him get into trouble. This young master of this family had good things but didn't even sell them to his family. He deserved to be taught a lesson.

I didn't expect that the young master of this family hadn't gotten into trouble yet, but the four young masters who robbed the spirit stones were killed first. The incident happened in Yujiang Town. Wouldn't this cause trouble for him? !

"Is the news accurate? Do you know who did it?" the steward asked hurriedly, his face looking rather grim.

The murder and treasure-stealing incident affected the Ling family, and they really didn't take him seriously!

The attendant beside him shook his head and said, "It's hard to find out. When the four young masters came, there were not many people coming and going from Yujiang Village, and no one saw him being killed."

"You can't guess it from the method?"

"No, because of the Wei Ling ointment, there have been quite a lot of casual cultivators coming to town recently, most of them are from outsiders."

"Humph!" The manager snorted after hearing this, "Do you really think that Yujiang Village is Qingyang City? Everyone knows them? They have been living in peace for too long."

Those independent cultivators could even fight over a piece of spirit stone. They deserved to die for being so careless.

Inside Qingyang City.

Yan Le'er also heard the news. She sighed softly. She didn't expect that her cousin Qingyan would be in trouble in Yujiang Village.

"Le'er, don't worry about their affairs. Let them keep a low profile and their lives will be easier."

Yan Le'er turned around and pouted, "Dad, this Ling Yaozu is too bullying. He doesn't take my Yan family seriously, and the head of the family doesn't care."

Yan Zhenggan said, "It's just a fight between the younger generation, why does the head of the family need to do this?"

"I just feel unhappy." Yan Le'er sighed again. The only thing worth being happy about was the death of those four people.

Retribution comes so quickly!

At this time, Ling Yaozu broke countless vases at home.

Four of my followers died, and we still don’t know who the murderer is. It’s so frustrating.

How many followers does he have? !

"Okay, most of the independent cultivators come and go without a trace. Yujiang Village is not a good place, so you should not go there." The speaker was Ling Yaozu's mother, Ling Wan.

Ling Wan touched her chest with a look of fear on her face. Fortunately, those four were the ones who went. If her son had gone there himself, it would have been her son who died!

"This Ling Mochen is really a jinx. Stay away from him from now on." Ling Wan said with disgust.

"I understand, mother." Ling Yaozu echoed in a low voice.

He was actually a little scared.

......

Time flies, and another three months have passed.

Ever since the bodies of the four men were found, the lives of the two men have returned to normal.

Ling Yaozu did not suspect them of being responsible for the deaths of those four people. It can be said that except for the village chief who passed by that day, no one suspected the deaths of the four Qi Refining cultivators were caused by the two mortals whose Dantian were destroyed.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter of the wood-related supernatural powers again.

This day is a special day.

Nearly a hundred low-grade spirit stones once again became the nutrients of the space, and the quality of the spiritual spring water was greatly improved.

Yan Qingyan finally broke through the fourth-level superpower barrier and was promoted to a fifth-level wood-type superpower.

Twenty-seven plants of the thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spiritual grass have been successfully cultivated. Yan Qingyan felt that the time had come and took the things out just after dinner.

"Dangdangdangdang~ Look! What is this?"

"Millennium Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass?!"

Ling Mochen was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that she really got the thousand-year-old Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass, and so much of it!

"Qingyan, you are amazing!" Ling Mochen exclaimed.

Yan Qingyan was very satisfied with Ling Mochen's surprised expression. She smiled, waved the Millennium Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass in front of his eyes and said, "Hehe~ It's you who should go into seclusion next."

She has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Do we really need to refine it into liquid medicine? If we ask an alchemist to refine it into a fifth-grade Hongmeng Pill, we only need one pill to repair our Dantian." Ling Mochen couldn't let go of the thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spirit grass. When he thought about how he was about to "waste" it, he felt like two villains were fighting in his heart.

This is the result of Qingyan’s hard work for half a year!

Yan Qingyan shook her head and said, "No, it's too dangerous to find an alchemist. Just make the medicine liquid, all of it."

Ling Mochen asked in surprise, "Do you want to keep a few?"

Yan Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "Why should I feel sorry for you if I don't? Refining everything, the process of repairing the Dantian cannot be interrupted."

Don't be afraid of waste, just be afraid of not having enough.

Cultivation is a big deal, and you can save money in other areas, but not in this aspect.

Ling Mochen nodded silently and stopped worrying about it. Safety comes first.

Ling Mochen returned to the bedroom carrying a pile of wooden boxes containing spiritual plants. Yan Qingyan had also prepared the rest of the auxiliary materials, so everything was ready.

In the quiet little house, the doors and windows were all closed at this time.

Ling Mochen took a deep breath, took out the medicine cauldron, took out the fire, and prepared to start.

Outside the door, a green seed gently fell to the ground.

......

Ling Mochen didn't know that his bedroom had been wrapped by Yan Qingyan like an iron barrel, with traps layer upon layer.

Even the gate of the house was hung with a "Do Not Disturb" sign by Yan Qingyan.

During this period, she first secluded herself in the space to cultivate spiritual herbs, and then Ling Mochen secluded himself to refine the medicine. Given the gossipy nature of the people in Yujiang Village, they would definitely be curious, but she didn't want to deal with it.

This house is still somewhat majestic. As long as they don't go out, no one will dare to come in.

At this time, Ling Mochen was concentrating on refining the Hongmeng Purple Spirit Medicine Liquid and did not dare to be careless at all.

But sometimes, the more careful you are, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Perhaps it was because he was not skilled in refining spiritual plants with such strong medicinal properties for the first time, so two of them were scrapped.

After failing twice in a row, Ling Mochen did not dare to continue refining. Instead, he sat cross-legged in meditation, took deep breaths, and carefully recalled the reasons for the previous two failures. He did not start again until his mentality was stable again and he was able to concentrate.

Finally, starting from the third plant, the first batch of Hongmeng Purple Spirit Medicine was successfully produced.

The moment the medicine was successfully refined, a rich fragrance wafted out from the bedroom, spread throughout the entire house, and could even be smelled in the neighbors' homes next door.

Just by smelling the scent, Yan Qingyan felt faintly that the wound in her dantian was healing, and even her whole body felt relaxed.

The villagers next door could be heard talking faintly, "What's that smell?" "What delicious food has Young Master Ling made again? "It must be the ointment. When I smell it, I feel like all my chronic illnesses are gone!" '......

Yan Qingyan was delighted, it worked!

The refining of Hongmeng Purple Spirit Liquid is very complicated, and it takes about an hour to prepare one portion of the medicinal material.

Ling Mochen was worried that he would fail in refining the medicine without sufficient energy, so he would rest for a while after each batch of medicine.

Time passed quickly as Ling Mochen was refining the ointment.

Seven days later.

Twenty-five portions of Hongmeng Purple Spirit Medicine have been successfully produced, and the repair of Dantian is just around the corner!

Ling Mochen looked at the row of results in front of him, hope and emotion in his eyes.

It's true...there is always a way out.

Ling Mochen's mind flashed through scenes, including the scene of a foundation-building expert forcibly breaking into his courtyard, the scene of Ling Yaozu leading people to beat him up and seriously injure him, the scene of him just arriving in Yujiang Village and cleaning up the dust in the house, and the scene of Qingyan smiling and greeting him when they first met...

The memories of the past were too eventful, and for a moment he was immersed in endless emotion.

Squeak——

Ling Mochen finally opened the door that had been closed for a long time.

Yan Qingyan could no longer hold back and paced back and forth around the dining table in the living room.

"You finally came out!" Yan Qingyan said with surprise.

As he spoke, he stretched his neck and glanced behind him.

Ling Mochen turned sideways, pointed at the row of medicine bottles and said, "Fortunately I succeeded in my mission, but it's a pity that two of them were wasted."

Yan Qingyan could tell that the other party was in a very good mood as well, and there was a sense of relief in his tone.

"Haha, you're being Versailles, aren't you? Your success rate is much better than that of ordinary alchemists." At least better than the one from her Yan family.

Yan Qingyan was extremely happy. This amount of medicine was enough for them to recover their Dantian!

Yan Qingyan was so filled with joy that her Dantian was about to recover that she didn't notice at all that she had said a buzzword from her previous life.

On the side, Ling Mochen showed a hint of doubt in his eyes, Versailles? What's the meaning?

......

The medicinal liquid made from a large amount of thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spiritual grass finally successfully repaired the dantian of the two people.

There were twenty-five portions of medicine, and six were left.

One night three days later, both of them advanced to the first level of Qi Refining.

When the vortex of spiritual power swept across the entire courtyard, large areas of spiritual fruits, vegetables, flowers and herbs stretched out their branches and leaves, as if celebrating for them together.

In the bedroom, Yan Qingyan slowly opened her eyes.

Feeling the familiar airflow flowing through the tendons and veins in her body and finally converging at her dantian along a familiar route, she excitedly raised her hand and gently pinched the Qingchen Jue.

Looking at the house that became clean and tidy in the blink of an eye, Yan Qingyan was still very excited even though she had seen it countless times in this life.

This is magic, this is the legendary cultivation of immortals!

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end! At! Can! by! build! Immortal! it’s done!