Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Let's go back a little earlier.

Yan Cheng sat in the cave, concentrating and pondering the information he had just obtained.

To be honest, the cave dwelling that the Emperor arranged for Yan Cheng on the fifth floor was really quite generous.

Not only is it half again as large as the cave dwelling on the fourth floor, but there is also a piece of ancient cold jade as big as a human body in the center of the room, which is very beneficial to the cultivation of the [Cold Qi] path.

Yan Cheng's cultivation of [Upper Yin] also benefits from the cultivation speed bonus specifically for [Cold Qi], although the bonus isn't particularly significant.

It's always a token of affection... even if it's not necessarily well-intentioned.

He leaned against the icy, bone-chilling jade block, his thoughts churning:

"Immortal Foundation [Sleeping in the Same Bed Dream]..."

"So, he really is a Dao Foundation cultivator with the ability to deduce the future?"

The immortal foundation of the Witchcraft Path has never been based on practical combat, and the Palace Master's wife's "bed-sharing dream" is no exception.

"When limbs touch or are within ten steps of each other, they can be drawn into a dream for communication, interrogation, information exchange, and shared insights."

"In conjunction with witchcraft, there is also a method that uses the other person's hair and skin as a medium to deduce cause and effect in one's own dreams."

"The method that the Lady of the Palace is currently using is clearly this one."

Logically speaking, Yan Cheng possesses the Unpredictable Mist, so even if the lady were to make calculations, she might not be able to figure anything out.

But being unable to calculate anything is far more suspicious than actually being able to calculate anything.

"Whether she interprets it as me having practiced mist magic, or thinks I'm carrying some kind of artifact that hinders my calculations..."

These will all be major events that will alarm the Palace Master!

Yan Cheng knew perfectly well that the reason he had been able to live peacefully until now and had never been attacked by cultivators of higher levels was due to the consistent caution and prudence of the immortal sect members.

"They assumed that since I cultivated the Yin arts, I must be the son of some high-ranking figure in the sect."

"If you ruin my path, you will be hindering the affairs of the person behind me."

"While the true disciples fear the powerful figures behind me, the Palace Master, a True Immortal at the Core Formation stage, is not necessarily afraid."

"In any case, letting things escalate to the point of attracting the attention of the Palace Master would not be a good thing for me."

"If he discovers that there's no adult behind me, but rather the Yin-Yang Technique and countless moonbeams within me, then even begging for death will be a luxury!"

"We must stop this at the Madam's level... but how..."

Just then, the misty fog at the lower elixir site suddenly stirred.

A crimson light slowly but firmly broke through the clouds and rose straight to the front of Yan Cheng's Upper Dan Qi Mansion, its radiance vying with the primordial Qi within.

Yan Cheng understood perfectly:

"It's that woman's witchcraft!"

At this moment, he had neither the means to forcibly expel the crimson luster from his body, nor did he feel that controlling the mist to cover it up would only arouse more suspicion.

Just when he was caught in a dilemma, he suddenly felt a bright light shining from the first pearl of the Hidden Immortal Mirror deep within his consciousness.

It's as if with a mere thought, the crimson light could be directed toward the pearl, causing it to sink into the unfathomable world within the mirror.

Yan Cheng had no idea what the consequences of doing this would be.

However, rather than waiting to die, it's better to take a gamble while the connection is still intact!

The next moment, as he released his thoughts, the maroon divination power was completely devoured by the Hidden Immortal Mirror, turning into a vermilion dot on the mirror's surface.

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Ye Shenglan woke up groggily, feeling a burning pain all over her body. She knew she had suffered a backlash from witchcraft, and her heart sank immediately.

Ever since she foolishly predicted Xuan Tang Zhenren's fate and suffered greatly, she hasn't suffered any backlash from witchcraft for a long time...

At this moment, he realized that he had encountered a master. In his haste, he tried to circulate his spiritual energy, but found that he could not raise his breath at all.

Only then did he realize that he was now a body formed from the condensation of divine soul, and that he had been pulled into this strange place by someone following the clues. His mind became more and more frightened.

"Even a True Immortal who has reached the Core Formation stage could at most make me vomit a few mouthfuls of blood; they wouldn't necessarily have the ability to seize my soul."

"Could it be that they've targeted a magical artifact?"

After finally managing to calm herself down, she realized that she was in a vast, unobstructed stone palace.

Above the main hall, nine unclaimed altars looked down upon her from their lofty heights.

A dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator was made to appear as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Ye Shenglan's face was as white as paper as she slowly walked forward in the hall.

But he stopped abruptly the moment he caught sight of the figure sitting on the altar in the center.

On the highest altar sat a young man with long, flowing hair.

His white robe was as white as snow, with countless runes appearing and disappearing on it. Just looking at it caused Ye Shenglan's eyes to ache terribly.

That face, radiating an otherworldly, ethereal aura, instantly stunned the experienced Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"...Yan Cheng?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Cheng simply lowered his eyes and gazed at her, his eyes, though concealing their divine light, held only a deep intensity.

"I never expected this Mirror of Immortality to have such a wonderful use..."

He had sensed it long ago. Since breaking through to the later stage and his divine sense had greatly increased, the connection between him and the Hidden Immortal Mirror was much closer than before.

The mirror was neither his protective object nor located within his elixir, yet it was constantly connected to his consciousness.

The Lady of the Palace wanted to use witchcraft to calculate the cause and effect between him and Huang Tong, and she had to infiltrate his consciousness.

But he took advantage of the situation and pulled her consciousness into the illusion created by the fairy mirror!

As for the furnishings in this illusion, why are they exactly the same as those in the temple of the Moon-Covering Palace?

There was no other reason than that this place was the most magnificent landscape Yan Cheng had ever seen in his life.

He stared coldly at the female cultivator whose face was as pale as paper, and sighed inwardly that his own cultivation was ultimately too weak.

Even if you successfully pull the other person's soul into the mirror, you still can't kill them in one fell swoop. At most, you can only rely on the mirror's high status to intimidate them.

However, this pressure alone seems to be enough.

As one of the victims who were tricked into joining the Immortal Sect, Ye Shenglan possessed a more profound understanding of the Immortal Sect's mindset than any other cultivator in the Hall of Longevity.

What is the mindset of the Immortal Sect? In terms of strategy, it can be summarized as "shoot the arrow first, then draw the target."

Always assuming that your superiors intend to harm you, even if you can't always avoid being harmed, is better than regretting it when it's too late.

The Qi Refining cultivators in the hall all regarded building a foundation for immortality as their life goal.

It seems that as long as one establishes a foundation overnight, one will become a dragon among men, free and unrestrained from then on.

Only she, who had a husband who was a True Immortal at the Core Formation stage, knew that Foundation Establishment was nothing special.

Let alone Foundation Establishment, even if one has reached the Core Formation or Nascent Soul Formation, does that mean everything in the world will go as planned?

Ye Shenglan is 122 years old this year and does not believe that such a good thing could exist in the world.

Because she didn't have any pride in being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, her reaction after realizing what was happening was so fast that even Yan Cheng was surprised.

She knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head even slightly.

"Imprisoned cultivator, unaware that Your Excellency is actually the reincarnation of a superior cultivator..."

"I have dared to offend you; please forgive my life!"