Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

"Yes, Master."

A trace of pain appeared on Su Yingxue's face.

She could feel that her cultivation was still being refined by the basin.

The fairy water was slowly increasing, and her body was slowly becoming transparent.

She simply closed her eyes and sat in meditation, stopping her from letting her mind wander.

In the woodshed.

Li Tianran then took out three more ordinary Blood Slave Talismans and threw them into the basin.

Three talismans floated on the water's surface, then slowly sank, keeping Su Yingxue company.

He then took out a level-two Blood Spirit Grass.

I threw the two plants into the pot.

The Blood Spirit Grass floated on the water's surface, its leaves slowly unfurling, its roots extending into the celestial water as if absorbing it.

He needs them to become stronger.

Level 2 Blood Spirit Grass isn't enough; he needs level 3.

I hesitated for a moment.

Li Tianran poured the fairy water from the bowl into the basin, and the water level rose again.

All of this has been done.

He sat down by the stove, took out the Blood Spirit Scripture from his pocket, and flipped through two pages.

He doesn't understand it, and he doesn't need to understand it.

I don't have spiritual roots, so I can't cultivate.

All he needs is the Blood Puppet Technique.

He put the Blood Spirit Scripture back in, took out the jade slip, and opened it.

He had only just begun cultivating, yet the dark marks on his forehead had already faded somewhat.

The unhealthy dark skin has lightened considerably, and the muscles are more toned than before.

The effect is obvious!

But that's not enough, far from enough!

He followed the commandment, bit his finger, and smeared the blood on the black horn on his forehead.

The moment the blood seeped into the horn, the pain returned.

Cutting meat with a dull knife is slow and heavy.

Practicing step by step is effective, but too slow.

Li Tianran took out the remaining level-two Blood Spirit Grass, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Bitter, spicy, with a hint of fishy sweetness.

The spiritual energy surged into the dantian like a flood bursting its banks, rampaging through the meridians.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and endured it.

Just a moment.

The blood-smelling spiritual energy resonated strangely with the Blood Puppet Technique he was practicing.

Although he didn't understand, he could sense it.

Blood Spirit Grass and Blood Puppet Technique are compatible with each other and can be perfectly integrated.

No wonder Old Demon Han needed a lot of Blood Spirit Grass to refine Foundation Establishment puppets.

Li Tianran felt sweat beading on his forehead and his whole body burning up.

This kind of situation has basically never happened to him.

A moment later, the spiritual energy broke through an invisible barrier.

Pseudo-refining level three!

Li Tianran opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, and felt a little more at ease.

My forearms are thicker than before, and the calluses on my palms are thicker.

He clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented power surging within him.

It's not just about physical strength; it's about becoming stronger.

At this moment, the chronic injuries that had riddled his body began to heal somewhat.

unconsciously.

An hour has passed since he broke through.

Li Tianran was still worried.

He went to the bedside again and pulled out the copper basin.

Inside the basin, the four talisman papers were slowly changing color.

The leaves of the two Blood Spirit Grasses unfurled in the immortal water, their roots plunging into it as if absorbing her cultivation.

The fairy water was falling at a faster rate.

Su Yingxue has now been refined to the third level of Qi Refining.

Before long, she won't be able to get out of the water anymore.

We can consider the next one.

He pulled the blanket back over himself and sat on the edge of the bed.

He had just closed his eyes, intending to continue his cultivation.

Then there was a soft knock on the door.

It was Shen Qing's voice.

"There is another level one Blood Spirit Grass with a wide gold border."

It must be watered before tomorrow morning, otherwise it will be too late.

Li Tianran opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

He pushed open the door.

Shen Qing stood outside the door in the night.

Her Taoist robe clung to her body in the night breeze, accentuating her graceful figure.

"How many plants?"

"Eight plants," Shen Qing said, pointing to the spirit field.

"They're all in the east."

Li Tianran nodded.

He turned and walked back to the woodshed, picking up the small porcelain bottle from the stove.

It contained the blood essence that Zhao Ling had given him, and he had intended to try it out tonight.

But I'm also afraid of making a mistake. If there isn't enough Blood-Nourishing Grass, Zhao Ling will definitely ask me questions.

Now that our cultivation level has improved and we have enough resources, there's no need to take any risks.

"Let's go take a look."

Li Tianran tucked the porcelain bottle into his pocket, turned around, and walked out of the woodshed.

Shen Qing followed behind him, her steps very light.

The night wind blew in from the mountain valley, rustling the Blood Spirit Grass.

Shen Qing looked at the figure in front of her and felt that something was different.

The person still had white hair, black horns, and bluish-black skin, but the way they walked had changed.

With his back straight and his steps steady, he didn't look like a lowly blood slave at all.

She quickened her pace to catch up.

A moment later, the two squatted down on the east side of the spirit field.

The leaves of the eight Blood Spirit Grass plants had golden edges, and the widest one was almost entirely gold, with only a thin dark red line in the middle.

"This is the oldest one," Shen Qing said, pointing to the Blood Spirit Grass in front of her.

Li Tianran remained silent.

He took the small porcelain bottle out of his pocket and placed it on his lap.

and so on.

Waiting for the moment it sublimates.

The two hadn't been waiting long.

Then came the sound of footsteps, slow and steady, coming from afar.

Li Tianran looked up warily.

Zhao Ling walked over from the other side of the spirit field.

He wore a black robe with a belt, a short sword hanging from his hip bone, the scabbard brushing against his long legs.

Zhao Ling has long legs and takes long strides.

He walked up to them in just a few steps.

"Has the gilt border widened?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhao."

Li Tianran stood up and said respectfully, "Eight plants in total."

Zhao Ling didn't look at him.

He squatted down and reached out to pinch the widest Blood Spirit Grass.

Her fingers were fair and long, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

I looked at it from all angles, and then I smelled it under my nose.

Zhao Ling stood up, turned her head, and asked, "Did you water it?"

"Not at the moment, senior sister."

Zhao Ling didn't say anything.

He pulled a small porcelain bottle from his waist, twice the size of the one in Li Tianran's hand.

Inside was dark red blood essence, thick and like congealed blood.

"Watch closely."

She twisted open the bottle cap, held the stem of the Blood Spirit Grass with her left hand, and tilted the porcelain bottle with her right hand.

When she turned to the side, her shoulder was almost touching Li Tianran's chest.

A strand of her hair fell down and brushed against the back of Li Tianran's hand.

But she didn't care and focused on the Blood Spirit Grass in front of her.

A drop of blood essence dripped from the bottle mouth, landing precisely on the dark red line in the center of the leaf.

The leaf trembled violently.

The gold color spreads from the edges towards the center, while the dark red lines become narrower and thinner until they disappear.

The entire plant turned golden and glowed faintly.

"It's done."

She stood up and carefully put the porcelain vase away.

"To advance from level one to level two, all you need is one drop."

Too much is wasteful, too little is insufficient; the position must be precise, it must be on the line at the center of the blade.

Zhao Ling looked down at Li Tianran and pointed to the side.

"Come here."

Li Tianran squatted down.

He learned from Zhao Ling.

He held the stem of the second Blood Spirit Grass in his left hand and tilted the porcelain bottle with his right.

Zhao Ling did not back away.

Instead, she bent over and looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand.

His breath sprayed onto the back of Li Tianran's hand.

It was warm, with a faint medicinal scent.

"Lower it a little more."

Li Tianran adjusted the angle.

"Yes, beep."

A drop fell, right in the middle of the thin line.

The leaves trembled, and gold spread.

It became.

Zhao Ling didn't straighten up; instead, she moved even closer.

Her cheek was almost touching his ear, and her voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"good."

After saying that, Zhao Ling stepped back, her face expressionless.

"continue."

The third plant, the fourth plant, the fifth plant.

Every drop is precise, every plant thrives.

Upon seeing this.

Zhao Ling couldn't help but glance at Li Tianran again.

"Alright, those three years as a blood slave weren't in vain." His tone changed slightly.

Li Tianran's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.

After he finished dripping it.

Zhao Ling walked up to Shen Qing and handed her the porcelain bottle.

"It's your turn."

Shen Qing squatted down, her hands trembling.

The first drop was off.

The blood essence fell on the edge of the leaf, but did not seep in; instead, it slid down the veins into the soil.

The leaves of that grass suddenly curled up, the gold color faded, and it turned withered yellow.

It's completely useless.

Zhao Ling frowned slightly: "Again."

Shen Qing gritted her teeth, and the second plant veiled her brow again.

The third plant is still off-center.

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and her fingers gripped the porcelain bottle stiffly.

Zhao Ling reached out and pressed down on Shen Qing's wrist.

"Don't pour it if your hand isn't steady; it'll waste your blood essence."

Shen Qing lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Zhao Ling released her grip and turned to look at Li Tianran.

"You teach her, I don't have time to waste."

She took out two small porcelain bottles from her sleeve and handed them to Li Tianran.

"These two bottles of blood essence are enough to water ten plants."

"I'm going to the Blood Pool to refine Blood Spirit. Call me if you need anything."

A hint of joy flashed in Li Tianran's eyes, but he concealed it well.

"Yes, Senior Sister."