Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 73 Concentrated Heart
Seeing Song Xinci concentrating on meditation, Yun Yi had nothing to do, so he decided to go out for a walk and find a way to go to Crescent City.

Although the lady didn't say anything, it was obvious that her cultivation was unstable and something went wrong, so he was not in a hurry to fly her over on his sword. It would be better for her to travel slowly.

In his previous life, Yun Yi had never been to Ruijiang Prefecture, so he felt a little curious.

The city is built on the banks of a river, stretching out along the water's edge. The buildings, with their upturned eaves and pointed corners, are quite charming, and pleasure boats can be seen sailing on the river, creating a bustling scene.

Of course, there is also the ubiquitous Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce here, but Yun Yi did not go in to take a look this time.

Traveling with Song Xinci, neither hiring bodyguards nor buying a spirit beast to ride on was a good idea. The best solution was to find a convoy and travel to Crescent City comfortably.

But unexpectedly, no one at the post stations and carriage shops in the city took orders, and even if Yun Yi was willing to increase the price, it would be of no avail.

Yun Yi found a coachman and asked around, only to find out that an order had been issued yesterday for all post stations and coach companies to be closed for three days.

He immediately connected this incident with the group of people in the inn. It was obvious that this was a secret trap set by someone to trap them in Ruijiang Mansion. This also confirmed his suspicion that something big was going to happen tonight.

As to whether the visitor intended to kill the monk or save him, it is hard to say.

Yun Yi thought that he and Song Xinci had plenty of time anyway, so there was no need to rush. Once this group of people finished fighting and making a fuss, they would probably be able to find the convoy heading to Crescent City.

So he returned to Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, sold some of the herbs given to him by Zhi Lao Er, and bought a top-grade alchemy furnace.

When Song Xinci saw Yun Yi returning in high spirits and then taking out an alchemy furnace from the Sumeru Ring, the expression on his face was really unbearable.

She asked, "Do you like making pills so much?"

Yun Yi replied, "I remember the recipe for Ningxin Pill, maybe it will be useful to you."

"I thought you missed Su Qing."

"Senior Sister Su and I are innocent."

"Heh, I only saw a man and a woman alone in a room, refining an elixir. They were refining the elixir, and then the two figures became one."

"You actually spied on me at Danxia Peak?"

"It was you who left me alone!"

Yun Yi was busy with his work while bickering with Song Xinci. He only just realized that Shi Yucheng was Song Xinci, so he had indeed done many suspicious things in front of her before.

For example, he would go up the mountain to practice sword in the middle of the night, or ask Su Qing to make pills again and again, and each time he would be busy for the whole day.

However, Yun Yi did not feel guilty. He was not anyone's vassal, so he could do whatever he wanted. As long as he had a clear conscience,

Song Xinci wasn't really angry, but Yun Yi kept teasing her along the way, so she couldn't help but mock him whenever she had the chance.

She continued to sit on the bed, showing no intention of helping. She watched coldly as Yun Yi lit the fire and mixed the herbs into the furnace. The man's eyes were illuminated by the fire, appearing both warm and burning.

Ever since meeting Yun Yi, Song Xinci had hardly ever looked at him seriously. Even if she did, she was only observing whether there was anything unusual about him.

Therefore, Song Xinci has never had any idea what Yun Yi looks like.

Now that he had given him a simple makeover, he looked different than before, plain and ordinary. But the brilliance in his eyes could not be concealed. His pupils were clear and bright, without a trace of color, a look that only a restrained spirit could produce.

It's strange, why does the stinky man seem a little pleasing to the eye?

The air was filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs, a refreshing and delightful experience. Yun Yi was quite satisfied with his alchemy skills, thinking that he was indeed a man who had been taught by Su Qing. He was indeed very talented in the art of alchemy. It was a pity that Su Qing was not by his side, otherwise the success rate of this furnace of pills would definitely be several times higher.

Whether it was the effect of the Tongxin Gu or Song Xinci's gradual understanding of Yun Yi, she saw what the man was thinking at a glance and snorted coldly, "Still being stubborn. What you think is what you think."

Yun Yi smiled and said, "That's right, I just thought about it. It's a bit hard to adapt to not having anyone to guide me for a while."

Song Xinci rolled her eyes secretly.

This furnace of elixirs was refined from day to night, and was not completed until the night gradually deepened. As the furnace trembled slightly and wisps of smoke rose, Yun Yi rubbed his hands excitedly and opened the lid of the furnace, only to see three shiny black pills inside.

"Three Heart-Concentrating Pills, not bad, hehe."

Song Xinci opened his eyes upon hearing the sound, stepped forward with his hands behind his back to take a look, and commented pretentiously, "The fire is too high, the elixir is black."

Yun Yi retorted bluntly: "What do you know? It's just this color."

"I've never refined an elixir, but have I never eaten one?"

"Don't waste time, try one first."

Song Xinci raised her eyebrows slightly because Yun Yi suddenly stuffed a pill into her mouth, and for some reason, she didn't dodge it.

Yun Yi's fingers touched the lady's lips and then separated. He didn't have time to worry about whether this action was rude or not. He just asked nervously, "How is it?"

The pill melted in his mouth and immediately turned into medicinal fragrance that filled his mouth. It was a pity that these tiny spiritual energies were useless to Song Xinci.

She said perfunctorily, "It tastes just average."

Yun Yi said: "Who asked you about the taste? I'm talking about the effect!"

Look, is this how someone at the Qi Refining Realm talks to someone at the He Dao Realm?!

Seeing that he had been busy for so long, Song Xinci patiently felt it carefully and found that a cool breath slid down his throat, flowed through his chest and abdomen, and flowed into his dantian. It was actually quite nourishing.

She said calmly, "It's a bit useful."

Yun Yi finally let him go and placed the remaining two pills into a porcelain bottle he had prepared. He said, "The recipe for the Ningxin Pill has been sitting in the Dan Pavilion, gathering dust for years. Because one of the ingredients, the fragrant spirit herb, is so hard to find, I happened to have it, so I thought I'd refine a batch for you to try."

He handed the porcelain bottle to Song Xinci and began to clean up the mess on the ground. "The book says that Ningxin Pill can't replenish spiritual energy, but it has the effect of refreshing the mind. It can barely be regarded as a weakened version of enlightenment."

Song Xinci watched Yun Yi busying around, first looking for something in the Sumeru Ring, and then worrying about how to better put the alchemy furnace into it.

She found it somewhat amusing, and at the same time somewhat...touched.

As a favored daughter of heaven, she has been nurtured by the Demon Sect since she was young, and everything she wants is hers. Of course, this is also accompanied by the covetousness and jealousy of others, as well as the flashing of swords and sabers.

Therefore, it was rare for her to see such wholehearted care from Yun Yi.

The Ningxin Pill had little effect and was practically useless to Song Xinci, who had already reached the Hedao realm. Any pill that could have any effect on her now had to be of at least top-grade, or even divine quality.

But Song Xinci discovered that it was not the elixir itself that had the effect, but the fact that Yun Yi was refining the elixir for her.

His concern seemed to turn into a trickle of water, silently nourishing the void on the avenue.

(End of this chapter)