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

"Three months have passed since the battle between the human and demon races on the edge of the Western Region. Haven't Yin Shuo and Ye Hua recovered from their injuries yet?" Song Wen asked.

Ziyun shook his head, "According to the information I have learned, the injuries of the two seniors may take several years to recover."

Song Wen was greatly encouraged when he heard this, and even the fatigue caused by long-term alchemy was swept away.

The more serious Yin Shuo's injury, the more guaranteed Zhu Yin's safety.

"Seniors Yin Shuo and Ye Hua are the pillars of the human race. I hope he can recover soon, otherwise the future of the human race will be worrying."

Song Wen said worriedly, speaking one way and thinking another.

Ziyun said, "Daoyou, don't worry too much. Although our human race has not been able to organize a coalition to counterattack for the time being, the four major forces are helping each other. In terms of overall strength, our human race is still superior."

After the two talked about the situation in the Sea of ​​Disorder, Ziyun changed the subject and asked.

"Jiyin, are you willing to join our Liangyi Sect? If you are interested, I can guarantee you. If you join Liangyi Sect Danfeng, you should be able to take the position of deputy peak master of Danfeng."

Song Wen bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I have some personal matters that need to be dealt with urgently. Let's decide on joining your sect in a few years."

Ziyun nodded, did not continue to persuade, and asked.

"Whether to join Liangyi Sect depends on your wishes. However, if I invite An Yin to join Liangyi Sect, you will not stop me, right?"

Song Wen's expression became a little surprised, and he turned his head to glance at An Yin not far away.

An Yin also looked surprised. Obviously, it was the first time she heard Ziyun mention this.

"Why did you invite An Yin to join Liangyi Sect?" Song Wen asked.

Ziyun said, "An Yin has excellent cultivation qualifications and has a good talent in swordsmanship. I then became fond of her and wanted to take her as a disciple."

Song Wen did not answer Ziyun immediately, but showed a thoughtful look.

He recalled in his heart, and after making sure that An Yin did not know any of his secrets, he slowly spoke.

"This is An Yin's personal matter, and she should make her own decision. Daoyou should not ask me, but An Yin."

Ziyun smiled faintly and turned to look at An Yin.

"An Yin, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

An Yin looked quite excited, but a little hesitant.

"An Yin, you don't have to worry too much. If you can become Daoyou Ziyun's disciple, it is your blessing. It is a blessing for you and your sister." Song Wen said.

An Yin looked grateful and bowed to Song Wen, "Thank you, Senior Jiyin, for your help."

After saying that, she bent her legs and knelt down towards Ziyun.

"Bang, bang, bang."

An Yin kowtowed three times in a row, crisp and powerful.

"Disciple greets Master."

Ziyun smiled, "Okay! Get up."

An Yin stood up and stood behind Ziyun.

She turned to look at her sister and found that An Tong was looking at her with a look of relief and joy.

The two sisters' eyes met in the air, and the joy in each other's hearts was self-evident.

"Congratulations, Taoist friend, you are so happy to have a good disciple." Song Wen said.

Ziyun said: "I have to thank you for your help. If An Yin joins my school, I will teach her everything I know and live up to your expectations."

After chatting for a few more words, Ziyun got up and said goodbye.

An Yin reluctantly said goodbye to An Tong, thanked Song Wen again and again, and followed Ziyun.

"An Tong." Song Wen suddenly spoke.

An Tong, who was staring at the direction where her sister disappeared, turned around hurriedly after hearing the words.

"Senior, what do you want me to do?"

"After An Yin settles down in Liangyi Sect, ask her to find out more about the situation of the demons and monsters. Although Liangyi Sect is located in the Central Region, it is far away from the outer sea, and it is not easy for the monsters to invade, but you and I should not take it lightly. You and I are now independent cultivators, relying on the wings of Liangyi Sect, and we must have a sufficient understanding of the situation of Liangyi Sect. Otherwise, it is easy to become cannon fodder for others." Song Wen said.

"Junior understands, and will contact my sister as soon as possible." An Tong said.

Song Wen nodded with satisfaction, then turned and walked out of the cave.

He found a remote place, disguised himself, and pretended to be an independent cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Song Wen came to Sixiang City and rented a cave in Huanxia Mountain under the name of 'Wei Ding'.

Although the cave on Tianqiong Peak is good, it belongs to Ziyun after all.

Although Song Wen and Ziyun have some friendship, they must be on guard against others. Song Wen still plans to rent another cave by himself.

As for the cave on Tianqiong Peak, let An Tong stay there temporarily.

Huanxia Mountain is right next to Tianqiong Peak. The two mountains are only ten miles apart, but the concentration of spiritual energy on Huanxia Mountain is obviously weaker.

Therefore, the rent of the cave on Huanxia Mountain is much cheaper, and most of the tenants are foundation-building cultivators.

.......

Five days later.

Cave No. 17 on Huanxia Mountain.

Song Wen, who had recovered his mind, opened his eyes and took out a jade slip.

The jade slip was Xing Mo's communication jade slip. It had been fourteen years since they last parted. Now that he had arrived in Sixiang City, Song Wen planned to ask Xing Shan about his current cultivation realm.

If Xing Shan had already advanced to the peak of foundation building, Song Wen planned to fulfill his oath that year.

[Brother Xing, are you doing well recently? ] Song Wen asked in the message.

Dozens of miles away, between the verdant mountainside, there was a small courtyard.

In a house in the courtyard, an old man with a haggard face was sitting cross-legged.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his skin was dry, his eye sockets were sunken, his hair was gray, and his back was slightly hunched.

He gave people a feeling that he was about to die and would not live long.

The old man was Xing Mo. In just fourteen years, he changed from a middle-aged male cultivator to an old man.

Xing Mo's vicissitudes of life were filled with sorrow, as if he was depressed.

He felt a message jade slip in the storage ring suddenly jump.

Xing Mo took it out and looked at it. The sorrow on his face disappeared, replaced by joy.

[Daoyou, you came to Sixiang City! ] Xing Mo answered the question irrelevantly.

As if realizing that he had lost his composure, he hurriedly added.

[We are all fine, father and daughter, and Shan Yue. ]

[Has your daughter advanced to the peak of foundation building? ] Song Wen asked a message from the other side.

[She had already advanced to the peak of foundation building a year ago. ] Xing Mo said.

[In that case, when does Daoyou plan to start refining the barrier-breaking pill? ] Song Wen said.

[This...] Xing Mo hesitated for a while.

Starting to refine the barrier-breaking pill means the end of his life.

Before Song Wen contacted him, he had been looking forward to Song Wen's appearance.

Now that Song Wen has really arrived, he feels reluctant and nostalgic again.

There is nostalgia for everything in the world, but more importantly, the concern for his daughter that is hard to let go.

Thinking of his impending death, his heart is full of worries and uneasiness.

He is worried about whether his daughter can successfully form a pill, whether she can face the dangers of the immortal world alone, whether she can avoid the prying eyes of those vicious robbers...

The complicated thoughts surged like a tide, almost drowning Xing Mo's thoughts.

But he soon woke up, and his current physical condition did not allow him to delay any longer.

Rather than letting time wear away the last vitality of the flesh, it is better to use this broken body to fight for a golden pill road for his daughter.

[If Daoyou can't make up your mind for a while, you can think about it for a few more days. I should stay near Sixiang City for some days. 】

Song Wen saw that Xing Mo had not replied yet, so he sent another message.

Although most monks are indifferent to life and death, it takes unimaginable courage to actively welcome death.

Song Wen never doubted Xing Mo's determination to "use his body as medicine", but he also knew how difficult it was to make such a decision.

【Thank you for your kindness. Please start refining the elixir as soon as possible.】Xing Mo said.

【Have you thought about it?】Song Wen asked.

【I have thought about it.】Xing Mo said.

【Okay, three days later, you come to Cave No. 17 in Huanxia Mountain, and I will refine the elixir for you and your daughter.】