Calabash Fairy

Within the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the stone bed, surrounded by the illusory image of a purple-gold gourd.

Within the chaotic space of his body, the blazing purple-gold spiritual fire was constantly rising.

Fang Yan smoothly and naturally fed each spiritual material into the spiritual fire for refining, allowing their essences to blend together.

After a while, all the hundred-plus kinds of spiritual materials were used up. With a flash of red and white light, three red and white spiritual pills, surrounded by a faint glow, quickly flew out of the spiritual fire.

Outside, Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, three spirit pills fell into the bottle in front of him.

The radiant glow clearly indicated that these were three high-quality Cloud-Embracing Spirit Pills.

He became increasingly skilled at refining cultivation pills of a higher grade than the Condensation Pill.

Fang Yan smiled and instructed Qingfeng to place the pill bottle on a nearby medicine cabinet, where it was placed among many other pill bottles.

In one corner of the secret realm, various spiritual materials and elixirs are being neatly categorized and stored in material cabinets and elixir cabinets, with each drawer engraved with its own name.

As his mastery of alchemy continued to improve, the names and categories on his alchemy practice also continued to increase.

Fang Yan's gaze swept across the Qingfeng Secret Realm, where spirit bees were collecting nectar from the bright red pear blossoms that had formed on the spirit roots of the Phoenix Spirit Pear. This nectar was one of the main ingredients for brewing the Hundred Flower Spirit Honey.

The pear trees are in bloom, and it won't be long before they bear fruit this year.

"Speaking of which, that person should be here soon..."

Fang Yan slowly stood up and appeared in the incense-filled temple of the mountain god in a flash. He saw Yang Sheng, dressed in a scholar's robe, leading a group of villagers to kneel in front of the mountain god statue, praying for the safety of the group who had gone out.

As Fang Yan appeared, Yang Sheng sensed something and looked up, only to see a flash of golden light on the mountain god statue.

The mountain god has left...

Yang Sheng felt a strange certainty in his heart.

Ever since the mountain god appeared to him in a dream, he has gradually begun to display many extraordinary qualities.

He first became younger and more energetic, and even after working in the fields all day, he did not feel tired at all.

At the same time, his senses became more acute, his hearing and eyesight improved, and he gradually became able to see things that he couldn't see before.

Just a few days ago, he personally witnessed two figures dressed in yamen runners' uniforms, but exuding a cold, dark aura, taking away an elderly villager who was over seventy years old.

He overheard their conversation and realized that they were actually legendary underworld officials.

As the two underworld messengers left, they clearly noticed his gaze and even politely bowed to him...

"This is the blessing of the Mountain God..."

Yang Sheng slowly closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and knelt down in devout worship.

..............................

On the other side, Fang Yan had already slowly walked out of the mountain god temple.

The incense he left in the incense talisman showed no obvious changes, indicating that nothing had happened to Xu Hu and his group.

In his perception, a strange demonic aura appeared at the southern edge of Qingfeng Mountain, but it quickly retreated as soon as it appeared.

The invitation was self-evident.

Fang Yan pondered for a moment, then waved his hand towards the ground. The Mountain God Seal, which had been restored to its original state, instantly transformed into golden light and flew out from the earth's veins, landing in his hand and disappearing.

The next moment, Fang Yan took a step forward and instantly appeared in a forest, looking at the burly young man in a dark blue robe with animal patterns who was waiting there.

Upon seeing Fang Yan appear, Qi Lian stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:

"Mountain God of Qingfeng Mountain, I am Qilian."

"I have come here to earnestly request that you help me stabilize my soul with the offerings of incense and prayer. I will offer a historical site as a token of my gratitude."

So direct?

Fang Yan looked slightly surprised, but after seeing the faint traces of bestiality in Qi Lian's pupils, he understood.

The situation of the person in front of me is indeed not optimistic. It is estimated that his consciousness is mainly suppressing the beastly nature in his soul, which is why he stated his request and reward directly as soon as we met.

Fang Yan's eyes flashed with a spiritual light; he could discern something from Qi Lian's aura alone.

The five distinct auras emanating from this person, though seemingly conflicting, were completely fused together, tearing at each other only within their souls.

That eerie feeling made Qilian's current state seem less like a blessing of resurrection and more like a curse...

Fang Yan remained silent, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The Mountain God Seal within his body emitted a dazzling golden light, and his palm reached out towards Qilian. A magnificent and righteous golden light suddenly burst forth in the forest, rising continuously.

He had already thought this through, and regardless of whether the other party traded relics, he was willing to lend a helping hand.

If Qilian continues to be allowed to continue like this, he will eventually become an uncontrollable and enormous threat. He may not be afraid of him, but White Tiger Cave and Wuyou Mountain will not be.

With four thousand years of cultivation, the gap was so vast that they didn't even have a chance to escape.

As for simply using your trump card to eliminate the person in front of you...

Not to mention that he didn't know if this person had any trump cards up their sleeve, and he wasn't absolutely certain.

Most importantly, in his eyes, there are at least several ways to suppress or resolve the other person's problems...

Qi Lian sensed the incense and divine power surging into his body and unhesitatingly released all his defenses, allowing this divine power to flow into his soul.

The power of these incense offerings contains the purest wishes of people when they worship, which is also suitable for suppressing the four conflicting demonic instincts within him.

Although this method only addresses the symptoms and not the root cause, and the conflicts still exist, it has earned him what is most precious to him now, and that is enough.

This gives him a chance to solve the problem and buy himself time to survive...

After a while, as the soaring golden light gradually disappeared, Qilian's body fell backward and lay on the soft grass.

Fang Yan was speechless as he sensed the other party's steady breathing and the suppressed four violent auras.

This person actually fell asleep right there...

"...Never mind, let him sleep."

Fang Yan chuckled and shook his head. He casually took out a talisman from the chaotic space within his body, wrote something on it with his purple-gold spiritual power, and then placed it beside the person.

His figure slowly disappeared into the jungle, returning to the mountain.

..............................

Three days later, the clear chirping of birds and the gentle breeze finally roused the exhausted Qilian, causing him to slowly open his eyes.

The constant struggle against the tearing apart of his soul had already pushed him to the brink of mental exhaustion. When the pain and pressure eased, an overwhelming sense of weariness surged over him, engulfing his consciousness...

Qi Lian lay on the grass, looking up at the sky. The warm sunlight filtering through the leaves shone on his face, making him somewhat lost in thought.

"It's been so long... since I've felt this way..."

This...feeling of truly being alive...

After a while, Qi Lian slowly got up, looked at the talisman paper that was emitting purple-gold spiritual light beside him, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

But gradually, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable...