Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Li Tianran clutched two bottles of blood essence.

Looking up slightly, I saw Zhao Ling swaying her hips as she left.

Her tall figure disappeared into the gray mist.

He then put away the two bottles of blood essence.

Shen Qing was still squatting on the ground, looking down at the three withered and yellow weeds.

She fiddled with the fabric on her knees, her mood low.

"stand up."

Li Tianran walked over and squatted down next to her.

He reached out and pinched the stem of a withered weed, then gently lifted it.

The roots, along with the soil, were pulled out; the dark red roots had already turned black.

"With cultivation sealed, both body and mind are exhausted, so it's normal for hands to tremble."

Shen Qing didn't expect Li Tianran to suddenly offer him a word of comfort.

A strange warmth welled up inside her.

However, she did not answer.

Li Tianran had already stood up and turned to walk back to the woodshed.

He doesn't have time to comfort women.

Everything that Shen Qing said was true.

He paused briefly as he pushed the door open, without turning around.

"Time is of the essence, I will help you break the seal as soon as possible."

After saying that, the door closed.

Shen Qing squatted down by the spirit field and picked up the three withered grasses.

The mud on the roots wasn't dry yet, and it was sticky and caked all over her hand.

She stared at the blackened roots for a long time.

Then, they were buried back in the soil and tamped down.

The night wind rushed into her Taoist robe, making her shiver.

Looking up at the door of the woodshed, I saw that it was tightly closed and there was no sound coming from inside.

She found herself increasingly curious about Li Tianran.

But it's also clear that curiosity killed the cat.

She took a deep breath and continued to examine the remaining Blood Spirit Grass.

In the woodshed.

Li Tianran leaned against the door and closed his eyes.

He carried three bottles of blood essence in his arms: two given to him by Zhao Ling, plus the small half-bottle he had left over from before.

The level-two Blood Spirit Grass was soaking in the basin, the talisman paper was soaking in the basin, and Su Yingxue was taking water out of the basin.

He opened his eyes, walked to the bedside, and pulled the basin out from under the bed.

The silvery-white water surface rippled.

Su Yingxue curled up at the bottom of the basin, her white dress spread out like a clump of soaked silver ear fungus.

Her body became a little more transparent, and her cultivation level had dropped to the edge of the third level of Qi Refining. If she were to be squeezed dry for another two days, she would probably be completely drained.

The two dark purple talismans from before sank to the bottom of the water, their patterns becoming denser than before.

The leaves of the two second-level Blood Spirit Grasses were fully unfurled, their golden edges wider than during the day, and their roots were embedded in the immortal water, as if they were breathing.

Li Tianran took out a bottle of blood essence given to him by Zhao Ling from his pocket and uncorked it.

The fishy-sweet smell is pungent.

He had a bold idea.

Blood essence can elevate the level 1 Blood Essence Grass.

Immortal water can enhance the quality of spiritual herbs.

What would be the effect if the two were combined?

He had wanted to try it before.

However, Zhao Ling offered too little; if they failed, it would be troublesome to investigate.

Now she just gave me two bottles, and with the watering process, there will always be failures.

This gives him some leeway.

Since there's no risk, why not give it a try?

Without hesitation, Li Tianran tilted the bottle and a drop of dark red blood essence fell into the basin.

The water surface trembled violently.

The drop of blood essence did not disperse.

It was as if it were alive, splitting into countless tiny blood threads that burrowed into the roots of the two Blood Spirit Grasses.

The leaves of the Blood Spirit Grass trembled violently, and the golden color spread from the edges to the center at a speed more than twice as fast.

The changes that used to take all night to see can now be achieved in just a few breaths.

The patterns on the talisman paper also seemed to be activated.

It wriggles slightly, and its color deepens at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Really useful!

Li Tianran stared intently at the basin and dripped two more drops.

Instantly, the fairy water in the basin turned pale red.

Su Yingxue's body trembled violently.

Her brows furrowed, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

Blood essence accelerated the refining process!

She felt like her body had been hollowed out and was being ruthlessly exploited.

The water level in the basin began to rise, and the rate was much faster than before.

Su Yingxue's cultivation level dropped at a visible rate.

But she didn't open her eyes.

She bit her lip and held back.

She curled up underwater, her white dress billowing out as the current washed over her, revealing her long, slender legs.

There was a faint red mark on the inside of her thigh, left by Li Tianran last time.

"The effect is good."

Li Tianran revealed a satisfied smile.

He carefully collected the blood essence, pushed the basin back under the bed, and began practicing the Blood Puppet Technique.

……

day to day.

For the next five days, Li Tianran managed the spirit field.

They were mostly cultivating, leaving Shen Qing to keep watch.

He would give Shen Qing a sip of celestial water every day to help her restore her magical power.

Zhao Ling also gave him a bottle of blood essence every other day.

Every time he reported it, he said that a single drop had been wasted.

Actually, it went into his basin.

The immortal water level rose quickly, and the blood spirit grass and talisman paper were strengthened rapidly.

The only cost was that Su Yingxue's cultivation level became weaker and weaker.

For him, it's nothing to mention.

On the first day, after Shen Qing drank the immortal water, the seal in his dantian loosened a little more.

She didn't say anything, returned the bowl to him, and went out to water the sacred field.

The next day, after she finished drinking, she stared at the empty bowl for a while.

Li Tianran was flipping through "The Art of Blood Puppetry" next to her, not looking at her.

Shen Qing suddenly spoke:

"There is a wonton stall in our Zongmen Market."

Li Tianran paused in turning the page and looked up at her.

"The skin is thin and the filling is generous, and the soup contains dried shrimp and seaweed. I eat a bowl of it every time I go down the mountain."

She paused for a moment.

"My junior sister always orders two bowls, and if she can't finish them, she pushes them to me."

Li Tianran didn't respond, but listened quietly.

"My junior sister is named Chen Xiaolu. She's fourteen years old and at the fourth level of Qi Refining. She's incredibly clumsy, and her swordsmanship is always crooked. Every time, our master punishes her by making her stand in a stance."

Shen Qing's lips curved slightly, but then the curve disappeared.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the bowl, as if she were holding a bowl of wontons.

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow and took the bowl away directly.

On the third day, after Shen Qing finished drinking, he neither mentioned the wontons nor his junior sister.

When she returned the bowl to Li Tianran.

Her fingers touched his, and she didn't immediately pull them back.

Li Tianran glanced down at her hand, then looked at her again.

Shen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the two looked at each other.

Li Tianran ordered the watering of the spirit field.

She then pushed the bowl into his hands.

Push open the door to the woodshed.

A strong wind blew, and her Taoist robe clung to her curvaceous figure, revealing her graceful charm.

Shen Qing paused deliberately, and only left reluctantly when she realized that Li Tianran hadn't even looked at her.

Fourth day.

After finishing his drink, Shen Qing suddenly asked, "Where were you from before?"

Li Tianran said, "The Yuanmou Man."

Shen Qing asked curiously, "Is your place called Yuanmou?"

Li Tianran looked up and stared coldly at her.

Shen Qing's smile vanished, and she scratched her head awkwardly.

She changed the subject: "My mother died early. When my father sent me up the mountain, he said, 'Go, become an immortal.'"

He thought that entering the Heavenly Sword Sect meant becoming a god.

The following year when I went home to see him, he actually asked me to bring my mother back to life…”

Speaking of it.

Shen Qing smiled, but the smile was bitter.

"Who knew that even if his precious daughter became a goddess, she couldn't save her mother, and she would still eat wontons every day."

Seeing that Li Tianran remained silent, immersed in his cultivation.

Shen Qingcai sighed, put the bowl on the ground, and pushed the door open to go out.

On the fifth day, after she finished drinking, she returned the bowl to Li Tianran and then went to water the spirit field.

at night.

After Li Tianran finished his cultivation, his brows were furrowed.

He dared not take out spirit stones to cultivate, fearing that any fluctuations in spiritual energy would be discovered.

The speed of normal cultivation is too slow.

The Blood Puppet Technique itself requires a significant investment of resources to master.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled out the copper basin.

Five days.

The quality of Blood Spirit Grass should be improved.

It's time to test the results.