Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

"Trying to seduce you? No interest."

He filled the basin with water, not for Su Yingxue, and certainly not to soak his feet.

It was to investigate the purpose of this copper basin.

"You lowly slave, let me out."

Su Yingxue's angry voice came from the bottom of the basin.

The sound was very soft; you couldn't hear it unless you leaned close.

Li Tianran knew that there were two of Master Han's disciples near the Spirit Field.

Their strength is beyond that of ordinary people.

He quickly filled the basin with water, completely drowning Su Yingxue and her voice.

The bottom of the basin.

Su Yingxue was completely submerged in water, her white dress soaked through and clinging to her body.

In her eyes.

This is not a basin of water, but a huge lake.

She has no time to admire her figure, which she is so proud of, and no mood to yell or curse.

She had to accept a fact.

He had been imprisoned by a lowly blood slave.

As a disciple of an evil cultivator, one lives a life constantly on the edge of danger.

At this moment, she could already smell death.

If she doesn't find a way, she might die at the hands of this lowly blood slave.

She immediately channeled her spiritual energy and held her breath in the water.

We can only wait.

She should wait until her junior brothers discover she is missing, or until her master returns.

Seeing that Su Yingxue had stopped making a fuss and struggling, Li Tianran also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around and, after confirming that there was nothing amiss, carried the basin of water into the woodshed.

The woodshed served as both his bedroom and kitchen.

No one but him would enter such a dilapidated place.

Li Tianran placed the basin of water next to the stove and quietly observed Su Yingxue in the water.

She sat cross-legged at the bottom of the basin, holding her breath, her spring-like beauty faintly visible.

Li Tianran felt nothing.

The most urgent task now is to figure out the purpose of the copper basin.

This is his only chance to turn things around.

He planned to try all sorts of clumsy methods.

Now fill the container with water and soak Su Yingxue in it to see how she reacts.

One hour later.

Night falls.

Li Tianran lit the firewood on the stove and examined the copper basin.

It was found that there was no change after adding water.

Su Yingxue's expression remained unchanged, occasionally opening her eyes to stare at him coldly.

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow slightly.

He picked up the copper basin and opened the door.

A cool breeze slipped in through the crack in the door, making the back of his neck feel tight.

He carefully poured out the water.

Su Yingxue, who had been sitting quietly in meditation, suddenly sprang up and tried to break free.

But her feet were welded to the bottom of the basin, preventing her from flying out.

Li Tianran also stared at the rim of the basin, not daring to blink.

No.

What if this pot can't hold her?

What if she crawls out in the middle of the night?

What if she calls for help?

Li Tianran quickly carried the empty basin back into the woodshed, and then grabbed a pair of rusty scissors.

He aimed at the rim of the basin and stared intently at it.

The tip of the knife was only an inch from the rim of the basin.

If Su Yingxue dares to show her face, he will cut her in half.

Upon seeing this.

Su Yingxue, who originally wanted to curse, wisely kept quiet.

Her gaze towards Li Tianran became slightly more docile.

Li Tianran didn't say anything, but just stared warily at the bottom of the basin.

He doesn't plan to keep causing trouble.

He would wait, to see what would happen to the basin after twelve hours.

At this time.

Su Yingxue changed her strategy.

"It's no use locking me up; I'll get out sooner or later."

Li Tianran looked down at the woman, about the size of a fingernail, in the basin.

Her white dress was covered in mud stains, and her hair was matted into clumps.

"Zhao Ling will come looking for me and find I'm not here."

Li Tianran interrupted her threat.

"When she came to find you, I stuffed you into my pants."

Su Yingxue: ...

She stared at Li Tianran's bluish-black face, and images kept flashing through her mind.

Enraged, she yelled, "You bastard!"

The woodshed was dark.

Moonlight streamed through the window cracks onto the rim of the basin, while the Blood Spirit Grass outside rustled in the wind.

One hour, two hours...

Li Tianran leaned against the bed leg; his legs were already numb.

He was very sleepy, but he dared not move.

He was afraid that if he moved, the terrifying woman in the basin would find a chance to escape.

"You might as well take a nap; I can't escape," Su Yingxue's voice rang out.

"Want to take a nap with you?" Li Tianran asked rhetorically.

Su Yingxue opened her mouth slightly, speechless and choked with emotion.

Li Tianran looked down at the woman who stood high above him.

She stood at the bottom of the basin, head tilted back, the mud stains on her white dress already dried.

Her hair was plastered to her face, covering half of her eyes, making her look like an ordinary woman locked in a cage.

But he knew very well that this was just an illusion.

The woman in front of me is cultivating.

They are capable of anything: murder and skinning, wiping out entire families, cannibalizing human blood and devouring human hearts.

The woodshed fell silent.

Li Tianran didn't waste any more words with her, but went to rest on the side.

unconsciously.

Six hours have passed.

Li Tianran woke up with a start, still half-asleep.

He immediately looked at the copper basin.

The empty basin actually contained a shallow layer of clear water, which just reached Su Yingxue's chest.

Colorless and odorless, as clear as mountain spring water.

"Did this water come from my body?" Su Yingxue's voice trembled.

Finally waited.

Li Tianran exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, you've come out of the water, Senior Sister!"

He quickly stood up, but his legs were numb, and he staggered.

Holding the rusty tip of the scissors, he stirred the water in the basin, wanting to study this so-called "miracle water."

Water splashed up and landed on Su Yingxue's face.

moment.

A small piece of the rust on the scissors had come off.

Where the rust had fallen off, a dark iron color was visible.

It is smoother, harder, and sharper than before.

He touched it with his fingers; it felt cool.

Seeing this, Li Tianran threw the scissors in again and stirred it.

The rust was peeling off piece by piece.

After a while.

The rusty scissors gradually became sharp, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Su Yingxue stood by the basin.

She looked at the scissors, then looked at her own hands in disbelief.

"I lost five levels of Qi Refining..."

Su Yingxue, who had remained relatively calm, completely panicked.

"I see,"

This magical water can actually make rusty ordinary iron sharp?

Does it have any other uses?

He reached into his robes and pulled out the inferior Blood Spirit Grass.

The leaves are curled and the stems are shriveled.

Master Han gave him a non-grade spiritual herb at the end of last month.

He threw the Blood Spirit Grass into the basin.

moment.

The leaves swelled up, turning from black to dark red, as if they had absorbed a lot of water.

The stem has thickened and is now sturdy.

Low-grade herbs that don't even qualify for a proper grade will have their quality significantly improved after being steeped in this water.

Level 1 Blood Spirit Grass!

Li Tianran quickly scooped it out, and water droplets slid off the leaf.

He stuffed it into his mouth and wolfed it down.

Instantly, an even more powerful surge of spiritual energy rushed into his dantian.

It was as if someone had set fire to his body, burning from his dantian to his limbs.

The black, hard horn on his forehead itched intensely, and he couldn't help but scratch it, tearing off a piece of the hard keratinous shell with his fingernails.

The hard shell fell to the ground with a thud.

Beneath the hard shell lies newly formed skin, its bluish-black color fading somewhat.

Li Tianran looked down at his hands, and the color of his skin seemed to have faded a little.

It was no longer that ashen, bluish-black color, but instead had a hint of blood.

Li Tianran's eyes suddenly reddened.

It wasn't because I was moved, it's just that I haven't felt alive like this in so long.

For the past three years, he has been waiting to die every day.

Cut your wrists, bleed, and pour the blood into the sacred field.

Repeatedly.

He thought he would stay like this until he was buried in the ground.

Su Yingxue also noticed his change and trembled all over.

"You lowly slave, are you consuming my cultivation?"

Li Tianran looked down at the woman, no bigger than a fingernail, in the basin, and his expression changed.

It wasn't hatred, it was hunger and thirst.

"Senior Sister Su, you don't want to become my disciple, do you?"