Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Zhao Ling is a difficult woman to deal with.

Given her size and build, he might not even be able to beat her in hand-to-hand combat.

All our hopes are now pinned on the Blood Slave Talisman.

Li Tianran looked down with some anticipation.

The water level of the fairy water rose to the rim of the basin.

The leaves of the two Blood Spirit Grass plants have turned completely purple.

The veins are golden, spreading across the leaf like blood vessels.

Level 3 Blood Spirit Grass!

The three Blood Slave Talismans also sank to the bottom of the water.

One of them was purplish-black, with a pattern as dense as a spider web.

Turn it over.

The outline of an eye appears on the back, which wasn't there in the previous level two version.

Its eyes were half-open, with vertical pupils, like the eyes of a living creature.

Li Tianran stared at it for a long time, and he felt uneasy.

He was certain that this Blood Slave Talisman was of level three quality.

But Shen Qing also said that.

The Blood Slave Talisman, an evil talisman, has a maximum level of one; level two does not exist in the world.

He used immortal water and blood essence to forcefully create a card.

This thing always gave him a sinister feeling.

It doesn't matter, as long as it works.

Li Tianran shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind and looked at the other two.

The color is slightly lighter, but it still exceeds level two.

The back has faint lines emerging, and the outline of the eyes has not yet taken shape.

Level 3 Blood Slave Talisman!

Level 3 Blood Spirit Grass!

That should be enough to deal with a Qi Refining cultivator, right?

He fished out the dark purple talisman.

The vertical pupil stared at him, half-open and half-closed, with a dark red light flowing deep within it.

He put the talisman into his pocket.

Then another level-three Blood Spirit Grass was retrieved.

He tore off a leaf, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

The bitterness exploded on the tip of the tongue.

Then comes the spiciness and the sweet, fishy taste.

The spiritual energy poured into his dantian like magma, several times more intense than that of a level two cultivator.

The blood-smelling spiritual energy collided with the Blood Puppet Technique he had cultivated.

A sense of perfect harmony and integration.

Two forces of the same origin clashed, tore, and finally merged into one in his meridians.

His body was riddled with old wounds, hidden ailments from three years of bloodletting, and damaged meridians caused by forced modifications. These wounds were washed away by this force, collapsing like boiling water scalding ice, and then healing anew.

The black corners on my forehead are intensely itchy.

A large piece of hard shell was torn off, skin and flesh included, revealing the dark red new horn underneath.

Dark red, with a texture like jade.

The bluish-black skin peeled off like a molting husk, starting from the neck and moving downwards to reveal healthy new skin underneath.

Bronze color.

Normal skin color.

His arms were thicker than before, and the calluses on his palms were even thicker.

Clenching his fist, his knuckles cracked, and the air was squeezed out in a short, sharp pop.

Spiritual energy is released externally, purely physical strength.

Breakthrough.

Pseudo-Qi Refinement Level 4, Peak.

Li Tianran opened his eyes.

Looking down at my hands, I gently clenched them and felt the power flowing between my fingers.

Level 3 Blood Slave Talisman, Pseudo-Qi Refining Level 4 Peak.

They should be able to put up a fight against Zhao Ling.

After thinking it over.

Li Tianran put the remaining level-three Blood Spirit Grass into his storage bag.

There are still two plants soaking in the pot, and two more talismans being strengthened.

He lowered his head, and his face was reflected in the water.

White hair hangs down, dark red horns pierce through the hair, and the skin color is no longer bluish-black, but a healthy bronze.

His reddish-brown eyes looked at him calmly in the reflection of the water.

……

Day .

Shen Qing squatted by the spirit field, staring blankly at the leaves of a Blood Spirit Grass.

Li Tianran walked over and squatted down next to her.

Shen Qing turned around and instantly noticed the change in Li Tianran.

Her entire demeanor seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, and her figure became more robust and well-proportioned.

It gives people a feeling of becoming stronger.

However, his cultivation level and aura are still at the second level of Qi Refining.

"you,"

Shen Qing hadn't spoken yet.

Li Tianran had already walked up to him, and he took out a level-three talisman from his pocket.

"Hand out."

Shen Qing looked at him, her eyes flickering.

She didn't ask, but slowly reached out her hand.

Without saying a word, Li Tianran stuck the level-three talisman on the back of her hand.

moment.

Shen Qing's body stiffened abruptly, and her pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The thought of raising her hand had barely crossed her mind when she had already raised it.

The words she wanted to say were on the tip of her tongue when her mouth opened.

Conscious and fully obedient.

Write a character.

Shen Qing's hands started moving on their own.

On the ground, each stroke is perfectly straight, horizontal and vertical.

She wrote one word.

live.

The strokes were neat and the hand was as steady as if he had practiced calligraphy for ten years.

After she finished writing it, she was stunned.

She looked down at the word, her fingers trembling.

"My cultivation is almost recovered, and I can still control this talisman..."

Her voice trembled.

"This talisman should be able to control the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Li Tianran stood up: "The time has come."

Shen Qing looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with excitement.

"When will we take action?"

"What do you need me to do?"

Shen Qing lowered her voice, her voice trembling with nervousness.

"I will let you know. Don't alert them yet. Just continue irrigating the spirit field as usual."

Shen Qing nodded emphatically: "Okay."

In the woodshed.

Li Tianran sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

Before taking action, thorough preparation is essential.

We need to confirm Zhao Ling's information with Su Yingxue again.

With a sudden thought, he lost his balance and everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at the bottom of the basin.

Su Yingxue was curled up in the corner, her cultivation level was only at the second level of Qi Refining, and she was in a listless state.

Sensing the movement, she opened her eyes.

"Owner."

Su Yingxue realized what was happening and immediately knelt down obediently.

Li Tianran squatted down and looked at her.

Her lips were chapped, her eyes were dark-rimmed, and her hair was disheveled and plastered to her face and neck.

His marks were all over her body: kiss marks, finger marks, bite marks, old and new.

For the past six days, he would come in and take a stroll whenever he had nothing to do.

Su Yingxue's body exudes celestial water, and she also provides him with sufficient emotional value.

Her white dress was soaked and clung to her body, revealing the pale white undergarment underneath.

One of the straps on her bodice had come loose, and half of it had slipped down, revealing a section of her collarbone and a small red mole below it.

She didn't pull it; this is nothing.

During those six days, she met with Li Tianran and they were almost always completely honest with each other.

"Where's the sleeping potion?" He reached out.

Su Yingxue took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to him.

When my fingers touched his palm, my fingertips lightly brushed against it.

He confirmed that he was still willing to touch her and that her body was still functional.

"Anyone in the Qi Refining stage will faint upon smelling it. Zhao Ling is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so she will probably faint for about five breaths."

Su Ying's voice was hoarse.

Li Tianran, please keep this safe.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured half a bowl of water into it, and placed it in front of her, as clear as water.

"Drink it."

Su Yingxue was stunned for a moment, then picked up the bowl and drank it down.

Water droplets spilled from the corners of her mouth, slid down her chin, across her neck, into the hollow of her collarbone, and finally disappeared at the edge of her bodice.

She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and looked up at him.

"...Thank you, Master."

Li Tianran sat cross-legged on the water, placing a level-three talisman, a sleeping potion, and two other items in front of him.

"Is Zhao Ling's old injury to her left waist real or fake?"

Su Yingxue's certainty: "Really."

"I saw it with my own eyes. Three years ago, she was punished by her master and tied up in the square and whipped with a magic whip for three days and three nights, which injured her bones and muscles."

It never fully healed; every time my spiritual energy circulated to my left waist, it would pause for a moment.

Li Tianran stared into her eyes.

Su Yingxue did not dodge.

"Master, if you lie to me and say that attacking old wounds is ineffective, I will surely die."

Su Yingxue knelt down.

The water reached her chest, and her undergarment was soaked and clung to her body.

She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot.

"Master, I've given you everything."

My cultivation level, my body, my storage bag.

Why would I lie to you? If you die, I'll die in this pot too.

Her voice was trembling.

I was indeed afraid, afraid that Li Tianran wouldn't believe me.

Then she lowered her head, as if she hesitated for a moment.

"and……"

"Master, you must be very careful with that woman, Zhao Ling."

Li Tianran remained silent.

Su Yingxue bit her lip, lowering her voice even further.

"She appears cold and indifferent on the surface, but she is actually very shrewd."

The reason Master hit her seems to be because she schemed against him; she's a master of pretense.

"What are you pretending to be?"

"Pretend to be obedient, pretend to be harmless, pretend to not argue about anything."

Su Yingxue looked up at him and said, "Look at the way she walks."

Li Tianran frowned.

"Didn't she know she twisted her waist like that? She did it on purpose, just to give men a cold and aloof look."

Su Yingxue's voice carried a hint of bitterness that she herself was unaware of.

She has long legs, a big chest, and always wears a tight black outfit.

Master, have you ever seen her bend over?

"That angle, that taut contour—what normal woman would look like that?"

After Su Yingxue finished speaking, she lowered her head again.

"I was just reminding my master."

She's much harder to deal with than me. At most, I'll step on your fingers, and she'll make you stick your hand out yourself.

Li Tianran stared at her for a long time.

"Hehe, then I'll see for myself tonight what her waist is really like."

……

When Li Tianran came out of the basin, it was almost dark.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he prepared the sleeping potion, the level-three talisman, and the things he needed to do when getting close to Zhao Ling.

I went through the whole scenario in my mind over and over again.

The sleeping potion was just a backup plan; the Level 3 Blood Slave Talisman was his true trump card.

into the night.

Li Tianran squatted by the spirit field, inspecting the golden edges of the last row of Blood Spirit Grass.

Shen Qing squatted down next to him, and neither of them spoke.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a warmth in his arms.

Zhao Ling's communication talisman lit up first.

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow.

He opened it and saw a line of words appear on the talisman, written in a messy hand.

"Come to the cave immediately."