Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

"Swallow from the maw of the celestial demon!"

The little sable opened its mouth and spat out a vortex of dark purple energy, like a maw that blotted out the sky, slowly swallowing the fierce-looking demon spirit into it.

The demon spirit of the Creation Realm Sky-Splitting Roc was only equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm in humans. Under the suppression of the Heavenly Demon Sable bloodline, it could hardly put up any resistance and fell into that black and purple vortex.

"Hiccup, this mongrel bird may have a thin bloodline, but the taste is barely acceptable."

The little sable's tone carried a hint of reminiscence. Back when it was in the Heavenly Demon Sable Clan, it had devoured countless demonic beasts with powerful bloodlines, and had even tasted the flavor of dragons. As for the mixed bloodlines of the Sky-Splitting Roc, they weren't even qualified to be a treat for its master. But now that it was down on its luck, it couldn't be too picky; it was good enough to have something to eat.

Moreover, the demon spirit was obtained entirely thanks to the fairy's power. It's likely that she gave it to me out of consideration for my hard work, even if I didn't achieve anything, without expecting anything in return; it was just a simple act of kindness.

She's so gentle, I almost cried!

The little sable sealed the demonic spirit of the Sky-Splitting Roc within its own body, deciding to refine it slowly after Lin Dong returned to Yan City. After that, its strength should be able to recover to the third realm of creation.

Thanks.

Looking at the aloof and icy white-clad fairy, the little sable was no longer as afraid as it had been at the beginning. After spending time together, it discovered that Mu Zi was actually very concerned about her own people and was not as arrogant as she appeared.

Looking at the little sable, Mu Zi said calmly, "Now we're all in the same boat, so if there's any benefit, we naturally won't forget you."

Mu Zi's gaze lingered briefly on the illusory demonic body of the little sable, as if casually mentioning, "Once my cultivation has recovered somewhat, it won't be difficult for me to reshape your physical body."

"Really..."

Little Marten's eyes widened involuntarily. Seeing that Mu Zi's expression was serious and not joking, Little Marten felt an unprecedented surge of excitement.

Back then, the little sable was full of vigor in the tribe, but due to a misfortune, he ended up with his physical body destroyed and barely surviving. If there was hope of rebuilding his body, who would want to continue living such a suffocating life?

Before, there was no choice, but now a kind-hearted reincarnator has appeared in front of me, it's like a leg falling from the sky!

With the methods of a reincarnator, it might not be long before he recovers his cultivation level from his previous life. At that time, Little Marten will not only have the hope of reshaping his physical body, but will also have the protection of a powerful being who has survived the tribulation of reincarnation.

Looking at the calm and composed woman in white, Xiao Diao suddenly felt a sense of empathy for Lin Dong. "I have to latch onto this powerful figure! I want to latch onto a powerful figure too!"

"Don't worry, from now on, when you go into seclusion, I'll take care of Lin Dong. I'll make sure he's training well," the little sable said confidently, patting the white fur on its chest.

"Forehead......"

Lin Dong, standing to the side, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw the little mink's suddenly fawning expression. Dude, where's the arrogance of the Heavenly Demon Mink Clan that you always talk about?

Facing Lin Dong's slightly piercing gaze, the little sable was unimpressed. The person in front of her was an ancient being with a background even greater than the ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Sable Clan. In front of her, this little sable was just a junior. What was that bit of arrogance?

Are you saying Lin Dong is allowed to live off a woman, but Diao Ye isn't allowed to cling to someone's leg? I'm determined to be this leg-hanger!

Seeing this, Lin Dong looked at Little Marten with a hint of wariness, feeling that the little guy's role had changed in some way.

"Why are you staring at Lord Mink? Don't forget the important matter. You should have gathered all thirty-six essence bloods by now."

Lin Dong nodded slightly, glancing at the serene white-clad beauty beside him, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"When will the baptism begin?"

Mu Zi landed on her toes and slowly walked to Lin Dong. A faint, elegant fragrance wafted around the young man's nose, making his heart race. He didn't know what he was anticipating.

"Now that everything is ready, let's not delay and start now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Zilu waved her sleeve lightly, and an invisible field enveloped the surrounding area to prevent outsiders from noticing any commotion that might occur later.

Immediately, Mu Zisu raised her hand, and the purple lotus floating in front of her spun around. As divine patterns flashed on its surface, the purple lotus transformed into a heavy object more than ten feet deep under the gaze of the two men and the mink.

With three legs and two ears, a round belly and an open mouth, it exudes a heavy aura, as if it has been weathered by time.

"A pot?"

Looking at the unfamiliar object in front of him, a strange look flashed in Lin Dong's eyes. Could it be that Miss Mu made such a thing to brew him a pot of highly nourishing soup?

Lin Dong's ignorance made Xiao Diao want to cover her face.

"You naive kid, that's a cauldron."

"What was the ding (鼎) used for?"

Little Mink chuckled and explained, "Many ancient and established forces on the Tianxuan Continent possess techniques for refining pills. Cauldrons, besides being used as weapons, are naturally used to assist in pill refining. Hehe, kid, you're in luck."

Isn't it a baptism? How does it relate to alchemy?

Looking at the little sable's meaningful and strange smile, Lin Dong felt a sense of unease for some reason. Sure enough, Mu Zi's explanation confirmed the source of his premonition.

"That's right. The so-called baptism is essentially about using you as a pill to refine a human elixir, using your essence and blood as the catalyst and auxiliary ingredients."

Seeing the change in Lin Dong's expression, Mu Zi's lips curved into a smile beneath her light veil. Her gentle gaze fell upon Lin Dong, but the words she uttered were somewhat chilling.

"During this period of cultivation, you have accumulated a lot of vital energy. Now it is time to refine you into a pure yang pill to help me with my cultivation."

"Young Master Lin Dong, how about I borrow your vital essence for a moment?"

Looking at Mu Zi's exquisitely beautiful face, which exuded a touch of charm, Lin Dong smiled wryly and touched his nose.

"Miss Mu, please don't tease me. If you wanted to harm me, you would have done it already. Why go through all this trouble..."

"What if I like trouble?" Mu Zi said softly, as if with a hint of mischief.

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong gazed calmly into the girl's eyes, his expression composed.

"If this can help Miss Mu, you may take my vital essence."

"you!"

The frankness in the man's eyes made Mu Zi's eyes tremble. Now it was her turn to feel at a loss. If she had known that guy was so shameless, she shouldn't have teased him about this kind of thing.

"Hurry up and hand over your essence and blood. Do you still want the baptism?"

Seeing the rare hint of embarrassment and annoyance in Mu Zi's eyes, Lin Dong couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Then, as if nothing had happened, he took out a series of jade bottles from his Qiankun bag at his waist and handed them to the girl.

"It's all here."