Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

in situ.

Feng Ling watched as Linghu Qing's figure completely disappeared. After a moment of stunned silence, she breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, it's good that the ancestor wasn't angry.

It seems the ancestor doesn't care.

This was unexpected, yet it felt perfectly reasonable to him.

After all, a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator with a unique spiritual root is no different from an ant in the eyes of a Nascent Soul ancestor.

Even breaking through to the Core Formation stage isn't guaranteed to be 100% successful, let alone the Nascent Soul stage.

Eight Core Formation cultivators.

In Huangfeng Valley, not a single person could be favored by Patriarch Linghu, which shows how high his standards were.

The Nascent Soul stage is the foundation of a sect.

Core Formation?

Ha ha.

Feng Ling sighed, and when she returned, her back was no longer as straight as it had been when she came.

In a secluded, secret chamber.

Linghu Qing took out the alchemy furnace again, lit the infant fire, and put the longevity grass into the furnace.

Finger gestures.

The temperature of the infant fire slowly rose, beginning to refine the spiritual medicine.

As he refined the substance, he pondered absentmindedly.

Speaking of which...

That night, Han Li did more than just kill that disciple with the wind spirit root surnamed Lu.

He also managed to pick up a girl along the way.

This young virgin left a very deep impression on Chen Qiaoqian.

Linghu Qing's lips curled into a playful smile.

Watching the drama unfold.

If it weren't for Nangong Wan, Han Li might actually have ended up with Chen Qiaoqian.

After all, it's easy for a woman to pursue a man.

Chen Qiaoqian is exceptionally beautiful, comes from an extraordinary background, and is deeply in love with Han Li. Over time, Han Li may well be moved by her.

But then the thought changed.

He shook his head again, feeling that the possibility of this happening was slim.

Han Li, that kid, is too determined to cultivate immortality. He is meticulous, extremely patient, and single-mindedly focused on improving his cultivation.

If it weren't for the aphrodisiac.

He and Nangong Wan consummated their marriage.

Given his personality, he'll probably remain a bachelor for life and will never be swayed by romantic relationships.

My thoughts drifted away.

His hands never stopped moving; his alchemy technique was incredibly skillful and fluid.

With the golden alchemy attribute, refining a non-top-tier elixir like the Longevity Pill is incredibly easy; one can even refine pills while doing so.

He was daydreaming.

It does not affect the quality of the elixir in the slightest.

The image of Nangong Wan's stunning beauty involuntarily surfaced in my mind—dressed in white, with a cool and aloof demeanor, her eyes carrying a hint of detachment, yet possessing breathtaking beauty.

In addition, his talent is also top-notch.

Linghu Qing smacked his lips, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He's determined to have Nangong Wan.

This person is exceptionally talented.

Her cultivation level was basically only one realm behind Han Li's.

This is already an extremely remarkable achievement; very few characters in the original work could do this.

Don't misunderstand.

He wasn't after her talent; he was simply lustful.

Now that I've been reborn...

With such an incredible cheat ability, what if he snatched Han Li's wife away?

According to the original plot, Nangong Wan will appear in the Blood Forbidden Land, which will be the best opportunity for him to intercept her.

But there's a problem.

The formations in the Crimson Forbidden Land have strict restrictions, making it impossible for Nascent Soul cultivators to enter unless they are Deity Transformation cultivators.

He is currently only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so naturally he cannot enter.

Linghu Qing frowned slightly, lost in thought.

After thinking it over, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Xin Ruyin.

Xin Ruyin is a genius in the art of array formations, and she must possess innate talents related to array formations.

If he could copy Xin Ruyin's array terminology and study it diligently, he might be able to break the array of the Crimson Forbidden Land and successfully enter it.

They intercepted Nangong Wan.

"It's settled then."

Linghu Qing immediately had a plan in mind.

First, find Xin Ruyin, copy her array entry, learn the array, then head to the Crimson Forbidden Land and capture Nangong Wan in one fell swoop.

"Now I only have three entry slots left, and if you include Xin Ruyin's, there are only two left."

"There aren't enough spaces for the entries."

"Fortunately, each breakthrough in a small realm grants an additional entry slot."

A rich, pleasant aroma of elixir wafted from the alchemy furnace.

"The elixir is complete."

"Smells like this, the results are good."

I pulled myself back to reality.

With a flick of his finger, Linghu Qing slowly opened the lid of the alchemy furnace, and six round, plump, and pure white pills flew out of the furnace and floated in mid-air.

The air was filled with the fragrance of cinnabar and the atmosphere was rich in spiritual energy.

The elixir of immortality has been created.

Under normal circumstances, a thousand-year-old longevity herb can produce at most three or four longevity pills.

However, with the help of the gold inscription, he directly refined six of them.

This is the power of a master alchemist!

Linghu Qing casually put the six longevity pills into the jade bottle, feeling quite satisfied.

One elixir of immortality can add ten years to one's lifespan.

Without hesitation, he took out four coins.

Put it in your mouth.

The elixir melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a warm, nourishing power instantly flowed into his body, nourishing his very essence and slowly increasing his lifespan.

The four pills added a total of 38 years to his life.

By the time he took the fourth dose, his body had developed resistance to the drug.

If you eat the remaining two, the effect will be greatly reduced.

It's better to keep it.

It can be used for trading in the future to exchange for other rare resources.

Put away the remaining two Longevity Pills.

With a flick of his finger, Linghu Qing sent a message into Hong Fu's consciousness, informing her that he would be away for a while and that she would temporarily take care of the sect's affairs.

He then left the sect.

Not long after, Hong Fu replied: "Received."

Hong Fu sat upright in her cave, looking at the messages in her divine sense, her brows furrowed, her heart filled with curiosity.

The old ancestor's recent actions are too abnormal.

He has regained his youth, generously supported his disciples, and devoted himself to cultivation. Now, he suddenly wants to go out again, and his whereabouts are mysterious.

Although she didn't know where her ancestor was going or what he was going to do, her suspicion that something big was about to happen became even stronger.

the other side.

Han Li was afraid that the disappearance of the man surnamed Lu would implicate him.

After all, although the attack that night was carried out discreetly, the cultivation world is full of wonders. If someone were to find any clues, he would be powerless to resist with his Qi Refining stage cultivation.

He deliberately did not use a flying artifact, and walked in crowded places, accompanied by Qi Refining disciples from time to time.

In the midst of conversation.

Most of the messages were about the opening of the Bloodstained Forbidden Zone, or complaints about daily life.

Han Li pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and the weight in his heart gradually lifted.

From beginning to end, no one mentioned the disappearance of the wind spirit root disciple surnamed Lu, as if that person had never appeared in Huangfeng Valley.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that no one really noticed Lu's death, or perhaps the sect simply didn't care.

Just as he was secretly relieved and preparing to turn back to his cave to continue planning his trip to the Crimson Forbidden Land,

A clear, melodious, yet slightly dazed female voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Junior brother, wait a minute!"

Han Li froze, his heart tightening instantly. Hearing that familiar voice, his vigilance was immediately heightened.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the woman behind him.

The woman was dressed in a pale yellow Taoist robe. She had a beautiful face, but her eyes and brows held a hint of sorrow and dazedness.

It was Chen Qiaoqian.