A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Fifteen minutes later.

The area around the pond was a mess.

The colorful miasma was mostly dispelled, and the corpses of the Illusionary Heart Butterflies were scattered all over the ground, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

In the center of the pool, the enormous Bewitching Lotus was already badly damaged.

Of the seven petals, four are broken.

The remaining three pieces were also covered with cracks and their luster was dim.

Lotus Center.

A face formed from seven-colored mist silently roared at Luo Fan and Bai Jie.

"This demonic lotus is more troublesome than I imagined."

Bai Jie was slightly out of breath, her moon-white dress stained with a few spots, but her breathing remained steady.

The ice-based techniques she uses have a natural effect in suppressing miasma and illusions.

The freezing spell restricted the Illusionary Heart Butterfly's movements, creating an excellent opportunity for Luo Fan to attack.

Luo Fan stood beside her, a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder that was healing rapidly.

His special physique not only makes him immune to all poisons, but also gives him a recovery ability far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"It's the final blow, Senior Sister."

Luo Fan licked his lips, his eyes burning with a deep blue flame.

His control over the Nether Spring Cold Fire became more refined, and his application of the spiritual power of the eighth level of Qi Refining became more skillful.

More importantly, his cooperation with Bai Jie is becoming more and more seamless.

"Um."

Bai Jie nodded and formed a hand seal.

Ice crystals gathered in front of her, transforming into a giant ice crystal longbow.

She drew back the bowstring, and an arrow formed entirely from extremely cold spiritual energy took shape.

The arrow tip locked onto the human face in the heart of the demon lotus.

Luo Fan closed his eyes and clasped his hands together loosely.

The cold flames of the dark spring intertwined, compressed, and condensed in his palm into a spear burning with dark blue flames.

Just then, the three remaining petals of the Demon Lotus simultaneously emitted a dazzling light!

Red for joy, gold for anger, and black for fear.

Three thick beams of light exploded in the air, turning into a rain of light that fell from the sky!

"Oh no! It's the rain of the seven emotions!"

Bai Jie wanted to withdraw her bow and set up defenses, but it was too late.

Luo Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his figure blocking Bai Jie's path, his spear transforming into a ring of fire.

Most of the light rain was purified by the flames, but two drops still managed to penetrate the defenses.

A drop of red fell into Luo Fan's brow, and a drop of black fell onto Bai Jie's shoulder.

The two of them groaned softly, forcibly pulled into an emotional illusion.

A dreamlike realm of joy has descended.

Luo Fan saw himself standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, with countless subservient Immortal Venerables at his feet.

The Great Dao Furnace has reached perfection; the pills he refines can revive the dead and heal bones.

Xiong Chumo, Mi Duozhi, Bai Jie, Master…

Everyone he cared about was by his side, their faces beaming with smiles.

This was the ultimate joy, the deepest longing in his heart, but the illusion did not hold him captive for long.

"It's beautiful, but fake is fake."

When Luo Fan opened his eyes again, they were clear.

He turned to look at Bai Jie and found that she was trapped in a terrifying illusion.

Bai Jie stood on an icy plain, facing countless fallen figures.

She had childhood playmates, loving elders, and fellow students she met later.

As each person fell, they reached out to her, their eyes filled with deep disappointment.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

She murmured to herself, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Luo Fan's voice pierced through the illusion, "Senior Sister, guard your mind, don't fall into despair again!"

He separated a wisp of cold fire from the spring at his fingertips and let it seep into Bai Jie's brow.

The cold flames brought warmth, and the confusion in Bai Jie's eyes quickly faded.

She nodded to Luo Fan, a hint of dependence in her eyes.

However, before they could even catch their breath, the Demon Lotus's next attack arrived.

The petals of joy, fear, and surprise lit up simultaneously.

The three thick beams of light did not turn into a rain of light, but instead blasted directly at the two of them!

"Xiao Fan!"

Without a second thought, Bai Jie stepped in front of Luo Fan, shouting, "Ice Wall, rise!"

Three thick ice walls materialized out of thin air, but these three pillars of light were not to be underestimated.

Bang bang bang!

The three layers of ice walls shattered one after another.

The final beam of terrifying light slammed into Bai Jie's chest.

"puff!"

She coughed up blood and flew backward.

Luo Fan's eyes widened in fury, and he hurriedly used his movement technique to catch her as she flew backward.

A dark, shimmering mark lingered around Bai Jie's chest; it was the power of fear eroding her soul.

"I'm fine..."

Bai Jie's face was pale, and she forced a smile at him, "It's just a minor injury..."

"Minor injury, my foot!"

Luo Fan's eyes reddened.

He placed Bai Jie on the ground and turned to look at the demonic lotus.

The aura emanating from him changed at that moment.

A ghostly blue flame surged from his body, this time no longer a leaping flame.

Instead, it was a raging inferno!

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, the phantom image of an ancient furnace emerged.

The Great Forge!

This was the first time Luo Fan had released the furnace phantom image externally during battle.

"You hurt her..."

"I will make you vanish into thin air."

Luo Fan's voice was eerily calm.

He held out his hands in a gesture of respect, and the illusory image of the Nether Spring Cold Fire and the Great Dao Furnace resonated with each other.

buzzing-

A deep humming sound echoed through the valley, and the colorful miasma fluctuated violently amidst the humming.

The surviving Illusionary Heart Butterflies let out a mournful shriek before exploding one after another.

The Demon Lotus seemed to sense a threat, and its seven-colored petals trembled wildly.

All the light converged into an unprecedented seven-colored giant pillar, which crashed towards Luo Fan.

Luo Fan neither dodged nor avoided, but pushed forward with both hands.

next second.

The azure sea of ​​fire merged with the illusory image of the furnace, transforming into a thin line of flame condensed to its ultimate form.

A thin line pierced through the void, and wherever it passed, the colorful miasma evaporated.

When the two collided, there was no explosion, no earth-shattering noise, only a sizzling sound of dissolving.

The seven-colored giant pillar was annihilated inch by inch from the point of impact, while the thin lines of flame continued their momentum, slicing through the heart of the demonic lotus.

Time stood still at this moment.

The trembling of the demonic lotus stopped, and the seven-colored light quickly dimmed.

click-

A crack spreads from the center of the flower to the root.

Then came the second course, the third course…

boom!

The entire demonic lotus exploded with a roar, turning into countless points of light, which did not dissipate.

They gathered in the air and condensed into three palm-sized, crystal-clear, seven-colored lotus flowers.

Pure Lotus.

At the same time, a cracked, jet-black bead rolled out from the base of the Demon Lotus.

Ten Thousand Poison Pearls.

There were also twelve seven-colored crystal cores that flew out from the exploded corpse of the Illusionary Heart Butterfly.

The Illusionary Heart Butterfly Crystal Core.

The miasma then dissipated.

Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, and the valley regained its clarity.

Luo Fan withdrew the illusory furnace, staggered a step, and turned pale.

That attack just now almost drained all of his spiritual power and soul power.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath before turning around and rushing towards Bai Jie.

Bai Jie leaned against a rock, the light mark on her chest had spread to her shoulder, and her breathing was somewhat disordered.

She tried to stand up, but felt dizzy. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Don't move!"

Luo Fan pressed her down, and the Cold Spring Flame ignited in his palm, pressing it against the black light mark.

Sizzle...

The black mist and the ghostly blue flames intertwined, emitting a soft popping sound.

Bai Jie let out a muffled groan, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

However, it is clear that the spread of the black light marks has slowed down and is gradually fading away.

It took a full incense stick's time.

Luo Fan's face turned even paler, but the light mark on Bai Jie's chest had completely disappeared.

"alright…"

He let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground.

Bai Jie looked at his pale face, her eyes flashing with heartache and shock.

That attack just now...

Those flames, that illusory furnace, were powers that a Qi Refining stage cultivator could never possess.

Just how many secrets is this little rascal hiding?

She didn't ask, but simply said softly, "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me, senior sister?"

Luo Fan grinned.

While restoring their spiritual power using the Great Dao Furnace, they collected all the spoils of war.

Three Qingxin Lotus flowers, with a cool touch, have the effect of calming the mind and clearing the spirit, and can be used to make detoxification pills.

The twelve Illusionary Heart Butterfly Crystal Cores, shimmering with seven colors, can be used to craft illusion-type talismans.

Finally, he picked up the cracked, jet-black bead.

Ten Thousand Poison Pearls.

The bead felt cold to the touch, and there was an eerie black aura circulating inside, emanating a chilling vibration.

"This is?"

Bai Jie also walked over, and when she saw the beads, her beautiful eyes narrowed.

"The Myriad Poison Pearl, and it's damaged."

Luo Fan sensed it carefully, "There are remnants of the Soul Killing Hall inside; they must have left these behind."

"The Hall of Soul Killing?"

Bai Jie's expression darkened slightly. "That demonic sect that has long since vanished? They've been here recently?"

"I'm afraid it's not recently."

Luo Fan shook his head. "This bead is severely damaged. It has been nurtured here for at least several decades before it became symbiotic with the Demon Lotus and became one of the sources of the Seven Emotions Miasma."

He put the bead away. "I'll take it back and study it. Maybe I can repair it and refine it into a decent magic weapon."

Bai Jie nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

The two stood side by side in the valley, watching the last wisp of miasma gradually dissipate.

"Xiao Fan, you looked terrifying just now."

"But he's also... very handsome."

Luo Fan was taken aback when he met her smiling eyes.

Those usually cool and aloof eyes were now filled with tenderness.

There was also a hint of dependence he had never seen before, an undisguised dependence.

"Senior sister..."

"Don't speak."

Bai Jie interrupted him, leaned on his shoulder, and spoke very softly.

"Let me lean on you for a bit... just for a bit."