Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 201 - The Alchemy Workshop is Being Watched for Its New Clothes
At the Bigui Pill Workshop, a salesman was introducing the set to a couple: "How about this one? The location is a bit out of the way, but it doesn't affect entry and exit from the workshop. There's also a fire vein inside that you can use at will."

"It would be perfect to use the front hall as a clinic and the back as a place for alchemy and living quarters."

The husband glanced around the entire house, and after spotting a hot spring, nodded slightly: "Okay, this is the one. How much?"

"Short-term rental is 300 low-grade spirit stones per year, long-term rental is 270 spirit stones per year for three years or more," the broker said. "One month's rent as deposit and one month's rent in advance are acceptable."

The husband nodded: "Contract."

Seeing that the man agreed so readily, the broker immediately took out a contract from his storage bag.

After the two signed their names and left their seals, the broker took the spirit stones and then divided the contract in two, keeping one copy for himself and giving the other to the man.

After passing through the gate security, the broker left, and the couple entered the house.

Once inside, the couple dropped their disguises and revealed their true appearances.

The man was a handsome young man, and the woman was a beautiful and mature woman.

They were Lin Le and Ling Muzhu.

Ling Muzhu formed a hand seal and blew a gentle breeze that swept through the entire room, blowing away a pile of dust and debris.

Lin Le then took over the array in the house and began to upgrade and adjust it.

'As expected, there's a backdoor.' Lin Le sighed inwardly. He found several backdoors while sorting through the formation.

Lin Le knew that the servant's eyesight wasn't very good when he left, and now that he checked, it was indeed the case.

The formation, which was originally intended to become a trapping formation, immediately transformed into a killing formation.

He asked for it, so don't blame him.

On the other side, Ya Zi was using the contract to distinguish magical power. Aura could be faked, but magical power could not.

Eleventh level of Qi Refining!

Ya Zi came to a conclusion, and greed gleamed in his eyes.

To be able to spend so much money on housing must mean that his wealth is only a small fraction of what he has. In other words, he possesses wealth comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He shaped a paper figure, released it, and watched the departing paper figure with an excited smile on his face.

If he can close this deal, he might just reach the eighth level of Qi Refining.

As night fell, after tidying up the house, Lin Le and Ling Muzhu soaked in the hot spring together.

Feeling the warmth of the hot spring water, her fair skin gradually turned a rosy hue.

Lin Le hadn't originally intended to do it, but someone seemed to have gotten a taste for it.

In the hot spring, two small fish, each about 36 yards in size, circled around Lin Le's thighs.

The fish's mouth opened and closed, biting Lin Le.

Lin Le, who had only wanted to take a bath, reluctantly opened his eyes. As if he had thought of something, he pulled out a pair of fishing nets from the leopard skin pouch.

With a swift grab into the water, the fish was caught in the fishing net.

Ling Muzhu lifted the fishing net and said coquettishly, "How come you have something like this?"

"Spoils of war," Lin Le lied through his teeth, refusing to admit that he had bought them.

"So am I your trophy now too?" Ling Muzhu asked, her feet planted on Lin Le's chest, her eyes filled with seductive allure.

Lin Le held the fish, grinning wickedly: "Of course!"

"Ah!" A gasp was followed by the sound of churning water.

Meanwhile, three men in black silently approached outside their house.

Because Lin Le had installed a silencing array, the three men in black didn't know what was inside; they only knew that there were two fat sheep inside.

The leader of the men in black was about to activate the defensive formation by casting a spell.

Unfortunately, what he received was not the opening of the formation, but a bolt of azure lightning.

As if sensing something, the lightning split into two branches as it struck through the air.

Crack!

The three men in black suddenly turned as black as their clothes, becoming completely black from head to toe.

Thump, thump, thump! The sound of the three falling to the ground echoed in one breath.

The commotion from the formation did not alert the two people inside. Lin Le might have known, but he didn't care. At this moment, all he could see was the large white fish in the fishing net.

The next day, the bodies of the three men in black were brought to their door by law enforcement.

Hearing a knock on the door, Lin Le, who had been working all night, showed a hint of impatience in his eyes.

After picking up the limp and muddy Ling Muzhu and placing her on the bed in the room, Lin Le transformed back into the middle-aged man from yesterday and got up to open the door.

His expression was unfriendly as he glanced at the law enforcement team members standing in front of the door: "What's the matter?"

The law enforcement team members who had originally come to knock on the door seemed to see a ferocious beast with a dragon's head and a phoenix's body descending upon them, and a layer of white sweat immediately broke out on their backs.

Realizing the other party wasn't a good person, the squad leader's attitude immediately changed: "It's nothing, we found three petty thief corpses near your house. Do you remember these three people?"

"No." Lin Le glanced at the three of them and recognized that their injuries were caused by the formation that had been set up just yesterday.

"Okay, sorry to bother you." The captain immediately left with the three corpses.

After closing the door, we passed by the hot spring. There were about six or seven pairs of silk stockings of various colors and styles floating in the hot spring water.

Lin Le rolled them up, burned them completely, then stroked his chin, wondering where to get a few hundred more pairs.

As a consumable item, its stock in the leopard skin pouch is indeed somewhat insufficient.

After recalling his knowledge, Lin Le found the corresponding refining technique in the Refining Department of the Heavenly Crafts Chapter. After a careful look, it wasn't difficult.

Happily putting aside the matter of opening the shop, Lin Le went to the alchemy room.

He casually took out a confiscated weapon-refining furnace and placed it on the earth fire formation.

After adjusting the heat, Lin Le took out the raw materials from the leopard skin pouch and put them into the refining furnace.

Relying on his powerful divine sense and his inherent insights, a pair of black socks appeared in Lin Le's hand amidst the flames.

Lin Le stretched it out and realized that it had failed, but it didn't seem like a complete failure.

It doesn't have the hazy sheerness of stockings, but it has the same stretch, is extremely thin and opaque, and has a noticeable sheen.

In Lin Le's memories of his previous life, this thing had a name: latex clothing.

It still has a fairly large audience among certain groups.

As for Lin Le, he is quite broad-minded and likes anything that isn't too bizarre.

Lin Le tugged at the glue in his hand and then threw the raw materials back in.

Flames rose, and after some refining, the complete latex suit fell into Lin Le's hands.

With this initial success, Lin Le's ambitions began to grow.

Having spent a thousand merits on the human path and carefully considered the crafting of magical artifacts, Lin Le opened the furnace again to forge artifacts. This time, with experience, various clothes from his previous life appeared in Lin Le's hands.

Latex suit, pantyhose, arm sleeves... and the lotus-patterned carp-hidden bellyband that I was quite curious about in my previous life.

The last piece is the most demanding, as the embroidery skills require more than ten years of honing, and even several months or years to complete.

Even if the art of weapon crafting can omit many steps, condensing it into less than half an hour would naturally require a tremendous amount of mental energy.

With limited raw materials, Lin Le reluctantly stopped after using them all.

After all, Lin Le wouldn't keep useless things in the leopard skin pouch. The reason he had some was because the spiritual creatures inside the leopard skin pouch produced them themselves.

Having raided so many places, he possessed hundreds of low-end spiritual items, resulting in abundant production.

He got up and left the fire room, then went into the room meant for guests to stay in.

If you refine something good, you should naturally share it with others.

Inside the room, Ling Muzhu sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair.

She was only wearing a simple bodice, exposing her smooth, white jade-like back, which was sculpted with shoulder blades resembling butterfly wings, outlining an exceptionally sexy spine.

Sitting on the stool, her slender waist and overflowing hips resembled an upside-down mushroom that had been sliced ​​open.

Lin Le was even more itchy to wear it, wondering what it would look like.

Feeling the intense gaze behind her, Ling Muzhu calmly asked, "What's going on outside that's keeping you waiting so long?"

"It's nothing, just three petty thieves who died outside the house." Lin Le leaned closer and placed his hand on Ling Muzhu's slender neck. "Later, I went to the Earth Fire Room to refine some things, so it took a while."

"Really?" Ling Muzhu pressed down on the loosened knot of the bodice. "What trick are you planning to play now?"

"There's nothing fancy about it, I just specially made a few nice clothes for you to wear," Lin Le said with a smile.

Ling Muzhu asked curiously, "What kind of pretty clothes?"

"This one." Lin Le took out the lotus flower and carp design.

Ling Muzhu glanced around and discovered the secret: it changed the scene according to the light.

"You're being indecent." Giving Lin Le a disapproving look, Ling Muzhu still took the undergarment and changed her clothes.

Lin Le then took out another pair of pantyhose: "Put this on too."

Ling Muzhu got up and put them on, but it seemed that because the pantyhose was a little small, she had to stand on tiptoe and put her hand inside to support them.

*Smack!* The pantyhose slapped against Ling Muzhu's buttocks, creating a ripple.

"Yeah~"

With a gasp, Ling Muzhu was picked up by Lin Le and thrown onto the bed.

"Let's take a half-day break," Ling Muzhu pleaded.

Her response was Lin Le's booming voice: "No."

A gentle breeze stirred the koi carp hiding under the lotus leaves, causing them to flap their tails and create ripples.

The wooden bed, unable to bear the weight, snapped with a creaking, menacing sound.

Half a day later, afterwards.

In the hot spring, Ling Muzhu splashed the clear light to treat the redness and swelling on her body, while Lin Le stayed in the earth fire room to refine a bed.

A sturdier and more durable bed.

After finishing the bed, Lin Le also made a plaque.

Speaking of this, one has to marvel at the wonder of this weapon-refining technique. It is clearly made of fire, yet the wood does not burn and the silk does not scorch, completely defying his previous life's common sense about physics.

After refining the item, Lin Le released the Hun Tian Ling, which had been contained within his body for a long time.

Now, with Lin Le's physical body reaching the Golden Core limit, it has successfully advanced to the ranks of perfect mid-grade spiritual artifacts.

Just as Hun Tian Ling was about to have some fun, Lin Le pressed her down, and then she saw Lin Le pour out a bunch of spiritual materials and plants from the leopard skin pouch.

Lin Le pointed to these spiritual materials, his meaning self-evident.

The Hun Tian Ling glanced resentfully at its unscrupulous master, who even exploited his natal magic weapon, but still consciously transformed into a furnace, pulling the spiritual materials and plants into it for refining.

Lin Le showed no remorse whatsoever; wasn't his natal magic weapon meant to be used?
(End of this chapter)