CHAPTER 818: FRENZY

Translator: CinderTL

Beneath the Pill Furnace, the Scarlet Spirit Fire flickered, refining various Spirit Herbs to remove impurities and condense them into droplets of fragrant medicinal liquid. These droplets, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth, mingled and fused.

Xue Mei focused intently, her eyes fixed on the Alchemy Furnace as her hands danced through a series of magic seals.

Inside the furnace, the medicinal liquid floated suspended, its form constantly shifting.

Suddenly, the liquid began to contract, rapidly solidifying into the nascent form of a pill.

Seeing this, Xue Mei showed no joy, only deep anxiety.

A hairline crack had appeared on the surface of the pill’s nascent form.

With no other options, Xue Mei could only grit her teeth and continue the process, hoping the crack would mend itself.

But fate was unkind.

The crack not only failed to heal but seemed to be torn wider by an invisible force, gradually expanding.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the room.

The pill shattered explosively, dissolving into wisps of black smoke.

The alchemy chamber fell silent.

Xue Mei stared blankly at the Alchemy Furnace, from which the black smoke still curled upward, her eyes filled with bitter resignation.

Song Wen offered comfort. "Fellow Daoist Xue Mei, it’s just a loss of Spirit Herbs. There’s no need to dwell on it. Once you gather the necessary ingredients again, you can simply restart the process."

Xue Mei remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up.

"With my Pill Refinement Technique, I fear I won’t be able to refine the Soul Destroying Demon Pill."

Song Wen said, "Fellow Daoist Xue Mei, please don’t underestimate yourself. The Dao of Pill Refinement lies in constant experimentation. Moreover, the Soul Destroying Demon Pill isn’t the only way to break through the minor bottleneck at the Nascent Soul realm. If you can’t refine it, you could consider other methods to overcome this obstacle."

"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist," Xue Mei managed a strained smile.

She seemed unwilling to dwell on the matter and changed the subject, asking, "Ji Yin, when do you plan to begin Dual Cultivation with me?"

Song Wen turned his head slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Xue Mei to bring up Dual Cultivation so directly.

"I intend to use the Yin Essence within your body to help me break through the early-stage Nascent Soul bottleneck. There’s still a considerable gap between my current cultivation and that bottleneck—it will likely take another ten years before I can even touch it."

"We obtained the Corpse King Rebirth Art only a decade ago. In just twenty years, you’ve already reached the early-stage Nascent Soul bottleneck? That’s even faster than me, with my Seventh-Grade Spiritual Root and Profound Yin Body!"

Xue Mei’s voice held undisguised surprise as she continued, "Could it be you possess an Eighth-Grade Spiritual Root or an Extreme Yang Physique? Or perhaps you secretly captured numerous Corpse Dao Cultivators, forced them to cultivate the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art, and then devoured their cultivation?"

The Profound Yin Body and the Extreme Yang Physique are the two most ideal constitutions for cultivating the Corpse King Rebirth Art.

Song Wen shook his head slightly, neither confirming nor denying Xue Mei’s question. Instead, he asked, "Fellow Daoist Xue Mei, if I need to find you in the future, where should I go?"

For years, Xue Mei had always been the one to seek out Song Wen; he had never been able to contact her directly.

Although Song Wen possessed Xue Mei’s Communication Jade Slip, its range was limited to short-distance communication.

Xue Mei replied, "I have no fixed abode. Finding me won’t be easy."

After a moment of contemplation, she spoke again. "Here’s what we’ll do. When you need to find me, plant a crimson banner on the stone mountain east of Wu Yuan Market. Once I see the banner, I will come to Tiancang Mountain to meet you."

Seeing that Xue Mei was unwilling to reveal the location of her Cultivation Cave, Song Wen didn’t press the matter.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Xue Mei rose to take her leave, departing from Tiancang Mountain.

Twelve years later.

He Huan Sect, Bliss City.

Song Wen entered a spacious room in the He Huan Heavenly Spring Courtyard and saw Lan Chen lounging languidly on a bed.

Lan Chen’s eyes brightened slightly. "You’ve come!"

"Yes." Song Wen remained expressionless as he walked to a wooden table and sat down. "Immortal Maiden Lan Chen, my subordinates report that the He Huan Sect intends to sever its cooperation with the Asura Sect. Why is this?"

Lan Chen glared at Song Wen resentfully. "Can’t you see what I’m trying to say? It’s all to lure you here."

Song Wen replied calmly, "If the Immortal Maiden wished to meet me, she could have simply said so. Why resort to such tactics?"

"What? Are you resentful?" Lan Chen chuckled softly. "Ji Yin, you should be grateful I still have some self-control. Gou Jun has already become somewhat unhinged; Yang Yu grows more violent by the day; and Mo Yexue is sending people across the world to search for various secret realms. By their standards, I should have imprisoned you in the He Huan Sect long ago."

Ever since Xu Geng had seized Mi Hai’s body, Lan Chen, Mo Yexue, Yang Yu, and Gou Jun had guarded the desolate Gobi Desert between the Endless Desert and the Tianyuan Continent for half a year.

However, they didn’t wait long before Xu Geng appeared.

After discussing among themselves, the four of them each piloted a Giant Flying Ship, carrying hundreds of thousands of Mortals, and re-entered the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall.

Yet, they found no treasures within the hall, let alone the Blood of Fallen Immortal. Xu Geng was nowhere to be found.

Afterward, the four of them searched the entire Immortal Cultivation World for any trace of Xu Geng.

The Four Great Sects joined forces, and after more than a decade of searching, they still couldn’t find any clues related to Xu Geng.

This subtle shift in their attitudes was most pronounced in Gou Jun.

Gou Jun was the first of the four to reach Peak Nascent Soul cultivation and was also the oldest. His remaining lifespan was less than sixty years.

Realizing that Divine Transformation was beyond his reach, Gou Jun acted with reckless abandon, plunging the entire territory of the Corpse Demon Sect into chaos and fear. Countless small Immortal Cultivation forces were destroyed by his hand.

"Sigh!"

Song Wen sighed softly.

His sigh was filled with helplessness, as if he knew he was powerless to resist. So, he could only...

His robes fell away as Song Wen leaped onto the bed.

Several days later.

Song Wen, supporting his aching lower back, rose from the bed and walked to the wooden table. He grabbed the teapot and took a large gulp of Spirit Tea.

Lan Chen, her face flushed with satisfaction, draped in a thin silk robe, moved gracefully to Song Wen’s side.

"Ji Yin, you must be careful of Gou Jun. He’s become rather unhinged lately. You severely injured him before, and he holds a deep grudge against you. He might target you."

"Thank you for the warning, Immortal Maiden. I’ll be cautious," Song Wen replied.

"Why don’t you disband the Asura Sect and join my He Huan Sect? Rest assured, once you join, your status will be equal to mine. You’ll have access to all the cultivation resources within the He Huan Sect, including the sect’s disciples," Lan Chen suggested.

Song Wen’s heart skipped a beat at her words.

He had to admit, for a fleeting moment, he was tempted.

The He Huan Sect was renowned for its abundance of beautiful women, a veritable sea of powdered faces...

But...

Song Wen rubbed his aching lower back.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Immortal Maiden, but I founded the Asura Sect myself. I’m not ready to abandon it just yet."

"There’s no need to rush your decision. The He Huan Sect’s doors are always open to you. Who knows, Gou Jun might crush your Asura Sect one day?"

Lan Chen’s eyes were like silk threads as she spoke, one hand already reaching for Song Wen’s lower abdomen.

Just then, Mu Yunxin’s voice called from outside the door.

"Ancestor, your disciple Mu Yunxin requests an audience."

Lan Chen’s expression darkened slightly, her pleasure interrupted.

"Come in," she said.

Mu Yunxin pushed open the door. She was dressed in a magnificent robe, and her long hair, usually reaching her waist, was today styled in a high bun.

(End of the Chapter)

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