Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

If I really forgot.

Wouldn't that mean I would be truly free?

But Wang Mei didn't know what kind of bewitching she was under.

My mind is racing.

They were all shadows of Su Chen.

these days.

She compiled all the pill formulas from the original Obsidian Moon Demon Sect.

And in this city of Luoyan, he used up all his savings.

They acquired this alchemy workshop.

In a way, we've finally settled down in this city.

After all.

However.

It was all just to wait for Su Chen.

ridiculous.

She was just a spirit slave.

And so it turns out, I've been imitating others and getting carried away with my own feelings.

Wang Mei was lost in thought.

Outside the blue cloth curtain.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

...

That doorway.

A monk carrying a folding fan arrived.

He wore a flowing robe with cloud-like patterns; when the wind blew, the hem of the robe fluttered.

Behind him were two Nascent Soul cultivators.

They strolled leisurely to the entrance of the alchemy workshop.

Across the street.

Two wandering monks, who were watching the spectacle, whispered among themselves.

"Look, look!"

"here we go again."

"This is the ninth time this month, isn't it?"

"That's right."

"Manager Wang has already said all that."

"Tell him you don't like him."

"This one is really persistent."

"Shhh."

One of them waved his hand hastily.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"This person is not someone we can afford to offend."

"It's said to have quite a powerful background."

"It seems to be a descendant of one of the worshippers in Xingluo."

Upon hearing this background...

The two rogue cultivators immediately shut their mouths.

I dare not utter another word.

The cultivator in the flowing cloud robe.

I walked to the door.

With a snap, the folding fan was closed.

"Miss Wang."

His face was beaming with smiles.

"I've come to see you again."

Wang Mei looked up and saw it was him.

My temples started throbbing again.

"Why are you here again?"

She turned her body around, her back to the door.

"No, I already said that."

"I have absolutely no interest in you whatsoever."

The纨绔 (wan ku, spoiled young master) monk was not angry.

He tapped the folding fan twice in his palm.

"Miss Wang, why be so heartless?"

If you ask me...

"What kind of crappy alchemy shop are you running?"

"I need spirit stones."

"I have plenty."

"My feelings for you."

"Can't you even tell?"

"I told you."

Wang Mei's voice turned colder.

"I have an owner."

"Owner?"

The纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled and dissolute young man) cultivator sneered.

Tell me, who is it?

"I'd like to see that."

"Who on earth is this deity worthy to be your mistress's master?"

He tucked the folding fan into his waistband.

"If you ask me, Miss Wang..."

"Don't take that person too seriously."

"If I find out who that person is..."

"I will personally cripple him!"

Wang Mei heard this.

I almost burst out laughing.

Did you cripple him with your own hands?

If this guy finds out...

This is my master.

He was the chief retainer of Luoyan City.

It was that great cultivator in the Void Refinement stage.

It was Su Chen, the God of Slaughter, known to all on the Xuanhuang Continent.

This thing.

Do you still dare to say such big things?

You don't deserve to know.

Wang Mei casually uttered this sentence.

"What?"

The纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled, dissolute young man) cultivator became interested.

"Tell me about it?"

Wang Mei snorted coldly.

In the end, he didn't utter that name.

She didn't want to be associated with Su Chen.

For no reason, I've caused some trouble.

The纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled and dissolute young man) cultivator saw that she remained silent.

They didn't press further.

Instead, it came from that storage bag.

He took out a stone that gleamed with a faint light.

The stone was completely translucent.

It was indeed an extremely precious spirit crystal.

These are excellent materials for high-level female cultivators to refine magical artifacts such as jewelry.

"Miss Wang."

He handed the spirit crystal forward.

"This time."

"I brought you a gift."

Wang Mei didn't even glance at it.

He turned around and walked into the inner room.

"I'll tell you."

She didn't even turn her head.

"Don't bother me anymore."

If you continue like this, clinging on and on...

"That's fine too."

"You are not welcome in my alchemy workshop."

"If you dare, take another step in."

"I will kill him."

She lifted the curtain.

The person then went into the inner room.

The纨绔 (wán kù, spoiled young master) cultivator was left frozen at the doorway, clutching the spirit crystal.

Behind.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators approached.

"I said, young master."

One of them smiled along.

"This girl is so ungrateful."

Why do you do this to yourself?

The纨绔 (wan ku, spoiled young master) cultivator put the spirit crystal back into his sleeve.

But the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What do you know?"

He gazed at the hanging curtain.

"Such a fiery temper."

"Conquer them."

"Only then can I feel that sense of accomplishment."

...

That high place in the Demon City that never sleeps.

The top floor of an attic.

A string of wind chimes hanging under the eaves suddenly started moving without any wind.

A ringtone sounded.

Followed by.

Inside the top floor.

A surge of immense spiritual power exploded outwards.

That spiritual energy carried an indescribable, mysterious aura.

He ran amok in that enclosed room.

Ying Ning'er sat cross-legged on the soft couch.

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of pale golden light.

She looked down from her tightly closed eyelids.

His eyes moved slightly.

Inside the dantian.

That nascent soul that had been nurtured for hundreds of years.

At this moment.

Little by little, it blurred and solidified.

It transformed into a statue.

Compared to before, the nascent form of the primordial spirit has been condensed many times more.

It became.

Ying Ning'er has indeed broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Logically speaking...

When a cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, what a huge commotion that is!

This will inevitably attract countless divine phenomena.

Golden clouds hung low over the ground, and rays of light shone in countless directions.

The entire city's cultivators were alarmed.

But at this moment.

The commotion inside the top floor.

Not a single bit leaked out.

That layer was the restriction that Su Chen casually set up before leaving.

It was covered with a layer of shimmering, water-like ripples.

Connect the spiritual energy filling this room with the celestial phenomena that should have manifested in the world.

Everything was covered up completely.

Ying Ning'er slowly opened her eyes.

She looked down at her own hands.

Those hands were slender and fair.

A lingering aftertaste of breaking through to the next level still lingers on my fingertips.

Transformation into a deity.

She really has reached the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Suddenly, a feeling that was hard to describe welled up in Ying Ning'er's heart.

She remembered the scene on the bed that day.

I remembered what Master said before he left: "Cleanse your heart."

I don't know why.

That newly formed primordial spirit.

And then, it swayed slightly again.

That's right!

Ying Ning'er herself is now somewhat aware of the problem.

What affected his Dao heart was not the slave pattern or the seductive pill.

Instead, it was Master...

It's laughable, but did Master ever expect this?

This worthless disciple of mine actually dared to covet my master.

He almost lost his Dao heart as soon as he entered the Nascent Soul stage.

...

At the bottom of the well.

It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Su Chen activated the shield light.

The faint light emanating from the shield.

The light cast a blurry outline of the rugged stone walls all around.

The two of them walked downwards.

...