Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

After Yan Cheng had been gone for some time, the Holy Maiden's figure finally appeared in the hall, her expression under her hood quite complex.

The words Madam spoke to Yan Cheng before her departure were clearly meant to be a reminder to her.

Master seems to have already decided that Yan Cheng has the opportunity to achieve the Taiyin Foundation Establishment.

If she were to attack Yan Cheng at this moment, she would surely anger her master.

Then it will be her turn to gamble whether her master will acquiesce to the established fact that Yan Cheng is dead in order to preserve the benefits that a [Looking Light Prism] Foundation Establishment can bring!

The saintess understood things very well:

"There are many ways to control people's minds in the palace. His wanting me to absorb his energy doesn't necessarily mean he needs to preserve my consciousness."

"Moreover, a person who has died once naturally has a flawed soul. Even if they achieve Foundation Establishment, what is renewed is their physical body, not their soul."

"With Youyu Zhong present in the hall, and a few secret techniques at your disposal, suppressing me would be a matter of moments!"

"Am I just supposed to wait for Yan Cheng to complete his cultivation and come to kill me, thus fulfilling his ambition?"

The saint's expression shifted unpredictably. The feeling that even if she established a foundation for immortality, she would still find it difficult to secure a stable life was extremely unpleasant for her.

But they also knew that there was no other way to go but to follow the path pointed out by the adults.

At this moment, I only say:

"His master's wife let him leave, presumably because she has obtained the materials needed for the calculations."

The lady smiled slightly, lightly formed a hand seal, and ancient runes appeared on the back of her hand, revealing a black light.

A wisp of smoke coalesced in front of her bed into the shape of a little ghost, respectfully offering her a strand of hair.

"The Secret Method of Supporting Witches by Five Ghosts"

This witchcraft is not a form of ghost magic, but rather a method of using one's own divine will to conjure up small ghosts to perform their actions.

Most witchcraft spells require the target's flesh and blood as a medium, but these things are not so easily obtained from a high-ranking cultivator.

Since sorcerers are not good at actual combat, they have countless secret techniques to assist them so that they can succeed in one fell swoop when they cast sorcery.

The lady took the strand of hair that the little devil had plucked from Yan Cheng and said to the Holy Maiden:

"Is the secret medicine ready?"

The saintess nodded and presented a cup of still-steaming dark green liquid with both hands.

The Ancient Witchcraft Cult was a major lineage that flourished in the northern lands long before the establishment of the Northern Immortal Dynasty, and its lineage was so profound that it was as vast as the ocean.

Although many techniques and profound witchcraft have been lost to this day, the skill of brewing secret medicines to assist in the performance of witchcraft has not been lost.

The Holy Maiden learned the secret methods of witchcraft from the Lady, and naturally had already brewed many secret medicines.

In order to help the lady truly glean some secret from Yan Cheng so that she could use the emperor's hand to eliminate Yan Cheng, this secret medicine was made with extra ingredients, making it incredibly potent.

The lady took the medicine cup, took a gentle sniff, and smiled:

"You added four times the amount of forget-me-nots?"

"They want me to become an addict."

The saintess smiled and said:

"What are these few Forget-Me-Not herbs to my master's wife, a dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"I've heard that in the South, those righteous Foundation Establishment cultivators spend their days either smoking Forget-Me-Not cigarettes or feasting on Forget-Me-Not cakes."

"When have I ever heard of a Foundation Establishment cultivator being delayed on their cultivation path by consuming too much Forget-Me-Not Grass?"

The lady smiled slightly:

"Those people may have been pounding it hard, but I've never heard of anyone actually boiling it into medicine and swallowing it."

"I originally disliked this thing, but unfortunately I cultivated this [Sleeping in the Same Bed Dream] Immortal Foundation. All the mysteries are not in the dream, so I can't use them in the end."

Unlike the "Heavenly Calculation" cultivators who conform to the common perception of diviners, the "Dream Interpretation" cultivators use dreams as a medium for their divination.

While there are many restrictions when using mystical techniques, it is not so easy to incur serious backlash.

However, this time the lady was not worried about the potential risk of a backlash.

Historically, only those of lower rank who try to take advantage of those of higher rank will suffer a backlash, ranging from madness to death.

She was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but she was merely a minor Qi Refining cultivator. At most, she could only return empty-handed because of the Unstable Mist and the Obscuring Moon Palace's cover-up of cause and effect.

There is absolutely no reason for them to suffer a backlash!

Even if Yan Chengzhen truly possesses the destiny of the Taiyin, his rank would still be at the Qi Refining stage.

Unless his consciousness is connected to some spiritual treasure or magical artifact, he can borrow the high status of the artifact itself when necessary, or transfer her calculation target to the artifact.

"However, this is not the level of cultivation a Qi Refining cultivator could possess, and it has nothing to do with what artifacts he has."

"Borrowing a position is no easy task. The three ancient methods of linking life and death have long been lost to the outside world, and even within the sect, few true masters know them."

"Unless Yan Cheng is the sect leader's biological son, it's highly unlikely that someone at the Qi Refining stage would master such a level of secret technique."

The lady's hand flickered with spiritual fire, burning Yan Cheng's hair to ashes and pouring the ashes into the medicine cup, her eyes growing ever more profound:

As for objects.

"Whether a person possesses a spiritual treasure or magical artifact has no bearing on their personal status or level."

"Without the blessing of a life-linking technique, even if Yan Cheng possesses a spiritual treasure, his rank will not automatically rise to the Core Formation stage."

"Unless it's one of those legendary artifacts, whose status surpasses even that of magical treasures, which are said to possess the wondrous power to empower the recipient."

"But the Immortal Dynasty has been destroyed for two thousand years. Even the former Great Zhou imperial family probably doesn't possess artifacts of this caliber."

How could I possibly be connected to an ordinary villager from the northern foothills of the mountains?

Thinking of this, the lady couldn't help but smile, realizing that she was still being overly cautious as always.

She slowly drank the secret medicine, lay down on the couch, and countless bizarre and fantastical illusions appeared before her eyes.

This is the effect of the Forget-Me-Not herb: it can enhance perception, accelerate thinking, and while it may cause the user to become confused, it also unleashes their potential, making it infinitely mysterious.

A secret medicine made by boiling four times the amount of Forget-Me-Not Grassland Liquid is so potent that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be affected after just one sip.

She was already used to it, and simply focused her attention on the information that this dream was about to deduce:

"The relationship between Yan Cheng and Huang Tong's death."

Then she let the chaotic storm in her sea of ​​consciousness send her divine thoughts to a higher position.

Beside the bed, the saintess silently watched over the sleeping lady.

She knew that dream interpretation and calculation would take a long time, and the information obtained would be much more comprehensive than what a cultivator of the [Heavenly Calculation] could obtain with a simple calculation. She was afraid that she would not wake up for at least two or three hours.

However, this matter concerned her future path, and the saintess could not help but show ample patience.

Less than a quarter of an hour had passed.

She then "saw" two streams of deep red blood tears, as brilliant as jewels, flowing down from the lady's eyes.

At this moment, the shock in the saintess's heart was beyond words:

"This is a sign of backlash... How could this be!"

"This only applies to Yan Cheng... just a Qi Refining cultivator!"

"Could it be... could it be... that scoundrel truly received the favor of the Taiyin Star, and the Master's wife's calculations for him led him to scheme against her own destiny!"