Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Song Wen stared at Zhuyin deeply, his brows slightly furrowed and his voice serious.

"Fellow Taoist should know that alchemy refining cannot tolerate any interruption. How can I refining elixir with peace of mind while you are watching?"

Zhuyin curled his lips, with a hint of distrust on his face.

"I'm not watching, what if you take the elixir secretly? You have practiced the Infant Spirit Pill, but you say it is not finished. Who am I to ask for explanation?"

"I'm not that kind of person." Song Wen said.

"You are." Zhuyin said in a sonorous tone.

Song Wen's lips parted slightly, but he didn't refute.

Although the other party's words don't sound good, they are the truth.

"Even though fellow Taoist don't trust me, what's the difference between you staying inside the cave and staying outside the cave? Can I still run away with you under my nose? You will only disturb me if you are in the cave. Refining elixirs." Song Wendao.

While he was speaking, his eyes glanced deep into the cave, intentionally or unintentionally.

There are two other exits hidden there, which are the backup escape routes left by Song Wen when he excavated the cave.

Perhaps thinking that Song Wen was right, Zhuyin finally stood up and put away the futon.

"Then I will believe what fellow Taoist said, and hope that fellow Taoist will not disappoint me."

After saying that, Zhuyin left the cave.

She was meditating and adjusting her breath in a pile of rocks not far from the entrance of the cave.

...

After getting rid of the bamboo sound, Song Wen adjusted his breathing for a few days to restore his energy and spirit to his best state.

Song Wenqu flicked his finger, and a wisp of light blue flame flew out and landed under the alchemy furnace.

The rock refining fire in the center of the earth slowly rose under Song Wen's control, and the light blue flames swayed and beat. Sometimes it burns blazingly and is as vigorous as a fire dragon; sometimes it is as gentle as the wind, swaying gently.

Under Song Wen's precise control, the temperature in the furnace is always controlled at the most appropriate temperature.

One after another, the elixirs were put into the alchemy furnace, and under the roasting of the rock refining fire in the center of the earth, the essence of the elixirs was extracted.

These elixir essences are blended one by one, floating in the alchemy furnace, and then waiting for the integration of the next elixir essence.

After one month.

Song Wen put a 400-year-old purple salvia into the alchemy furnace.

Purple Salvia is the last elixir refined by Yingling Dan.

Under the tempering at a suitable furnace temperature, the elixir essence contained in purple salvia is extracted.

Immediately afterwards, Song Wen controlled this ray of elixir essence and slowly moved closer to the previously extracted medicinal liquid for fusion.

Even though Song Wen was careful enough, an accident still happened.

"Bang" sound.

The alchemy furnace trembles!

Fusion failed.

The medicinal liquid was instantly blackened and turned into a pile of useless waste.

Song Wen rubbed his slightly tired eyebrows and calmly accepted the failure of the first batch of Infant Spirit Pill.

He swallowed two pills and began to meditate to restore his mind and mana.

At the same time, recall in your mind the process of refining the elixir before exploding the furnace, and find out your own fallacies.

Half a month later, Song Wen started refining alchemy again.

This time, the refining process went surprisingly smoothly, so smoothly that Song Wen couldn't believe it.

Forty days later.

A pill rolled down to the bottom of the furnace.

The elixir is the size of a quail egg, crystal clear, sparkling, and full of agility.

Song Wen looked happy and waved his arm gently, and the pill flew up into the air and fell into his palm.

After staring at the elixir for a moment and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the elixir, Song Wen took out a jade bottle and put it in it.

Another half month later.

Song Wen started the furnace again. With the previous successful experience, he was slightly calmer this time.

However, forty days later, at the final stage of condensing the elixir, the success failed.

After adjusting the breath for one month, Song Wen continued to try.

...

Song Wen walked out of the cave a little haggardly.

Zhuyin, who had been waiting outside the cave, eagerly came over.

"Ji Yin, have you successfully refined the Infant Spirit Pill?" Zhuyin's voice was full of concern.

Song Wen nodded, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"

While talking, Song Wen threw out a jade bottle.

Zhuyin took the jade bottle and checked it. After confirming that there was no doubt that the Infant Spirit Pill was there, there was unconcealable surprise on his face.

"Ji Yin, I really saw you right. You really made the Infant Spirit Pill."

"Don't forget the agreement between us." Song Wen said in a calm voice, "I will give you the Infant Spirit Pill, and you must give me a Yuanji Infant Spirit Pill."

"It has been prepared for you a long time ago."

Zhuyin threw a jade bottle to Song Wen.

Song Wen caught the jade bottle and carefully checked the elixir in the jade bottle. After confirming that it was correct, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Fellow Taoist Zhuyin, it's a pleasure to cooperate. I hope you and I will have more opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Zhuyin said, "You don't have to wait until later. You and I can work together again now."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Oh? I wonder how we cooperate?"

Zhuyin said, "Infant Spirit Pill, you should refine more than one, right?"

Song Wendao said, "Of course. There are two in total, one for you and me."

"Are there really only two?" Zhuyin continued to ask.

"The refining of the Infant Spirit Pill is extremely difficult. This is my first time refining it. It is extremely difficult to turn five elixirs into two pills," Song Wendao said.

After Zhuyin heard this, he was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something in his heart.

"Ji Yin, how about you give me your Infant Spirit Pill?"

Song Wen frowned and flatly refused.

"Absolutely impossible! Zhuyin, you must be a little greedy."

"Don't you want to hear my conditions? Maybe, the conditions I propose will make you tempted." Zhu Yin said.

Song Wen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Then I want to see what kind of conditions can you offer to persuade a Jindan cultivator to exchange for the Infant Spirit Pill."

"I can be your Taoist partner." Zhu Yin said.

"Heh!" Song Wen chuckled disdainfully. "Daoyou Zhu Yin, although you are beautiful, in my eyes, you are not worth an Infant Spirit Pill."

Zhu Yin did not seem to care about Song Wen's ridicule, she said calmly.

"Don't rush to refuse, and listen to what I have to say."

"I'm all ears." Song Wen said.

Zhu Yin said, "Ji Yin, you should still remember that I once said that the method I practiced was the "Xuan Nu Yin Cai Gong"."

Song Wen nodded, but did not respond.

Zhu Yin looked at the undulating sea, a little absent-minded, as if she was lost in memories.

"Before I formed the core, I didn't practice this technique, nor was I a disciple of the Wuji Sect. I was the daughter of a small family."

"I have excellent talent and a rare eighth-grade spiritual root. Since I was young, my father has placed high hopes on me and wanted to train me to become the first Jindan cultivator in the family, or even a Yuanying strongman, to revitalize the family."

"I successfully formed the foundation at the age of 18, and I was already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building at the age of 30. I thought it would be smooth sailing and become the first Jindan cultivator in the family."

"But, the world Things are unpredictable. That year, the island where the family lived was suddenly attacked by sea monsters. The sea monsters rushed to the island from all directions like the sea water, and their roars shook the earth and resounded throughout the island. "

"Countless tribesmen died tragically under the claws and fangs of the monsters. One by one, the tribesmen were ruthlessly slaughtered and then eaten by the monsters. "

"I should have become a dead soul in this catastrophe, but at the critical moment of life and death, my father stepped forward and bought me a chance to escape at the cost of his own life. "