Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

Li Tianran smiled.

Shen Qing felt a chill run down her spine when she saw him smile.

That bluish-black face, the black horn on his forehead, the reddish-brown eyes—his smile was more frightening than his still-smiling face.

His mouth stretched open, revealing a row of white teeth, which made his face appear even darker.

If I were to be forced upon by such an ugly monster.

What would that look like, enduring all sorts of humiliation?

Shen Qing dared not think any further.

"What are you laughing at?"

Her voice trembled, but she forced herself not to bow her head.

Even if a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect has their dantian sealed or their hands and feet bound, they cannot bow down before a blood slave.

Li Tianran did not answer.

He crouched down and looked into her eyes.

"You just said that the Heavenly Sword Sect will wipe out the Blood Spirit Sect sooner or later."

Shen Qing gritted her teeth: "Of course."

"When?"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment.

"You said it would be leveled, but that will take time."

Li Tianran's voice was calm: "Is it a Golden Core True Monarch or a Nascent Soul Ancestor making a move? Next month, or next year?"

Shen Qing stared at his serious expression.

Suddenly she understood; the blood slave in front of her wasn't mocking her, he was genuinely asking her a question.

He wanted to know when the Heavenly Sword Sect would attack; he needed to calculate the dates.

Calculate how much longer you have to live.

"...I don't know, hmph, but you're about to die anyway."

Shen Qing's voice was firm: "If Senior Brother Song goes back, the sect will know that I was captured."

If an outer disciple is captured, the inner sect will send someone. If the inner sect can't handle it, there's always the true disciples.

If the direct transmission isn't enough, there are still the elders.

Your Blood Spirit Sect is just a small, evil sect; it can't hold out.

Li Tianran felt an even greater sense of urgency.

He knew that Shen Qing was right.

This kind of heretical sect will be wiped out sooner or later.

We must grasp at the Immortal Imprisonment Basin as our only lifeline; it's our only chance.

No spiritual root?

Unable to cultivate and become stronger to turn the tables?

Hmph, even the Blood Spirit Sect, a low-level evil cultivation sect in the Eastern Region, could forcibly modify his body.

This allowed him to possess the pseudo-Qi Refinement Level 2 cultivation.

There are three thousand great paths, countless supernatural powers, and an ocean of magical arts.

He refused to believe that there was no way for mortals to cultivate.

Is the right path not working?

Then let's take the evil path, the demonic path, the sorcerous path...

There's always a path that Li Tianran can take.

A cat that can catch mice is a good cat, regardless of whether it's black or white.

Li Tianran said coldly.

"When the Golden Core True Monarch attacks, the Blood Spirit Sect members will run away."

Before I run away, I'll kill all the blood slaves, including you and me.

Shen Qing's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a unique blood slave.

Numb yet lucid.

They have a clear understanding of themselves and their surroundings.

No wonder the Blood Spirit Sect forcibly increased his cultivation and modified his body.

Li Tianran bent down and grabbed Shen Qing's arm.

"Ugly freak, let go of your dirty hands and don't touch me."

Shen Qing cursed loudly, her face full of disgust.

"Heh, it's not up to you."

Li Tianran grabbed her head with one hand and twisted her arm with the other, pushing her forward like he was arresting a criminal.

Shen Qing was half-dragged and half-carried by him.

After passing a row of low houses, we arrived at the door of a woodshed.

There was a wooden stake by the door frame, driven deep into the ground. The stake was worn shiny and had been used to tie things to it for a long time.

Li Tianran went into his woodshed and took out a hemp rope.

Immediately, they retied Shen Qing's wrists behind her back, wrapped them around her ankles twice, and tied them to the wooden stake outside the door.

"Why did you tie me to the door? Let me go!"

Li Tianran chuckled.

"You like to make a fuss, don't you? Perfect, you can guard the door for me."

The words were spoken.

Shen Qing's face flushed red with anger: "You think I'm a watchdog?"

Li Tianran ignored her.

He just wanted to go back to his room and check on the state of the Imprisoning Immortal Basin.

Su Yingxue had been imprisoned for a whole day, well past midnight.

She must have lost a lot of water.

This elixir can improve his physical condition and enhance the quality of inferior spiritual herbs.

He could use this to strengthen his body.

He stood up and looked at Lingtian.

Rows of spiritual herbs swayed gently, their color tinged with blood, their texture crystal clear, possessing a jade-like quality.

In the distance, gray mist shrouded the mountainside, where Zhao Ling and the others cultivated their cave dwellings.

When Master Han returned, he stayed halfway up the mountain.

The distance is far enough, and there is also an array around the spirit field, so only Zhao Ling and the others can enter with their tokens.

Unauthorized persons are not allowed to enter or exit.

This environment couldn't be better for him, who possessed the Immortal Imprisoning Basin.

He did not go inside immediately to check the Imprisoning Immortal Basin.

Instead, they stood at the door and waited for a while longer.

After confirming that no one was there, he eagerly pushed open the door to the woodshed.

The door was pushed open a crack.

"Li Tianran!"

Zhao Ling's voice suddenly rang out behind her, very close.

Li Tianran's back stiffened, and he turned his head respectfully.

"Senior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Ling returned and, without anyone noticing, stood silently a few feet away.

Li Tianran's heart pounded.

Thankfully, thankfully I didn't immediately open the Immortal Imprisonment Basin.

Zhao Ling walked to the door of the woodshed.

She glanced at Li Tianran, then at Shen Qing who was tied up at the door, and asked in surprise.

"You didn't touch her?"

Li Tianran kept his head down.

"Replying to Senior Sister Zhao, I was only thinking about how to irrigate the spirit fields, I didn't have time to think about these things."

Zhao Ling did not press further.

She took out a stack of talismans from her sleeve and handed them to Li Tianran.

Five pieces: human skin cinnabar, low-grade blood slave talismans.

"Her dantian has been sealed, so she's no different from an ordinary person now."

But she's a cultivator; she won't obediently listen to you and water the spiritual field.

Zhao Ling's tone was indifferent.

"The Blood Slave Talisman can temporarily control cultivators who have lost their magic power."

One sheet lasts for two hours, so five sheets should last you about two days.

Li Tianran took it with both hands and put it into his arms.

"Yes, thank you, senior sister."

Zhao Ling: "Don't let her be idle, water the spirit field with 30% more blood."

"Yes."

Li Tianran stood at the door, waiting for the footsteps to completely disappear, and then waited for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

The only sound in the spirit field was the rustling of spirit grass leaves.

The gray fog on the mountainside churned slowly, without making any noise.

He then turned around, pushed open the door to the woodshed, went inside, and closed the door.

Through the crack in the door.

Li Tianran peered through his eyes at Shen Qing, who was bound outside.

After confirming that no one was outside.

He then pretended to be busy tidying up the woodshed.

After a while.

He had just lifted the covers when what came into view...

Silver water stains seeped from the bedding down to the bed frame, gleaming faintly in the dim woodshed.

The magic water is full!

He was thrilled, took out the basin, and placed it on the ground.

The silvery surface of the water rippled, then calmed down.

At the bottom of the basin, Su Yingxue sat cross-legged.

Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face and neck.

Her white dress was soaked through, clinging to her body and revealing the full curves beneath.

Her face was even paler than yesterday, as white as paper, her lips were purple, and her eyes had dark circles.

His cultivation level is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

When he left yesterday, she was still at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Overnight, she lost another level.

Noticing the movement, Su Yingxue opened her eyes.

Her eyes were now bloodshot. She looked up at Li Tianran's huge face through the silvery water.

"Let me out, and I swear I'll never kill you."

Li Tianran remained silent.

He looked at the water in the basin, a basin full of celestial water, silvery and faintly glowing.

He reached in, and when his fingers slipped through the water, Su Yingxue recoiled slightly.

He scooped up a handful of water.

Bring it to your lips, let it slide down your throat, and feel the warmth spreading from your stomach outwards.

The warmth spread out, and the area where the ribs were broken felt itchy, as if something was crawling inside.

The marks on her neck had faded further, and a small patch of the dark corner on her forehead had curled up again.

Su Yingxue watched him drink from the bottom of the basin.

Watching the wound on his neck fade, watching the corner of his forehead fall off, watching a little bit of color appear under his skin.

He was healing himself, using her cultivation.

"Li Tianran".

Her voice trembled.

"Listen to me, let me go, and I'll talk to my master. She can help you walk the path to immortality."

Li Tianran didn't listen at all.

Su Yingxue wished she could tear him to pieces; how could she possibly help him?

He stood by the basin, his brow furrowed.

No spiritual root, no cultivation technique, no resources.

Even if he squeezed Su Yingxue dry and made her drink ten basins of immortal water.

At most, it can only improve his frail health, without any real change.

The only way for me to cultivate now is to be taught by Su Yingxue.

But how could she possibly teach her?

Even if she were willing to teach, she wouldn't really teach him; she might even set a trap for him.

What should I do?

If only I could get her to behave and cooperate...

Ok?

A sudden inspiration flashed through Li Tianran's mind.

The Blood Slave Talisman's function is to completely control mortals.

The immortal water in the Imprisoning Immortal Basin.

It can improve the quality of spiritual herbs, make ordinary iron sharper, and improve his body.

Can the Blood Slave Talisman be strengthened?

If the Blood Slave Talisman is strengthened to a certain extent, can it control cultivators?

If he could control her, then Su Yingxue would be a resource for him.

She knows the Blood Spirit Sect's techniques and spells, and understands Master Han, Zhao Ling, and the Blood Spirit Sect.

With this information, he would have the opportunity to imprison them in his basin.

If he succeeds, his chances of escaping will greatly increase.

Most importantly, she can also come out of the water!

Zhao Ling can also emerge from the water, and Master Han will probably emerge even more!