Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

"That's impressive." Wang Yin nodded in satisfaction.

"Uncle-Master, these are spirit stones."

Li Tianran started counting spirit stones out of his storage bag.

They were stacked on the table in piles.

He wasn't fast, but each stack contained the same number of items, so there was no need to count them a second time.

Wang Yin remained silent.

He simply leaned against the alchemy furnace and watched Li Tianran count his money.

When she counted to the fourth stack, she paused for a moment while holding the flint on the stove.

There are already nearly six thousand piled up on the table.

He was still taking things out.

The seventh stack.

The eighth stack.

Eight thousand spirit stones were neatly stacked on the table, dimming the light of the furnace fire for a moment.

She looked at the spirit stone, then at him.

This disciple really has eight thousand spirit stones?

A pseudo-fifth-level disciple.

Even Han Laomo's men wouldn't casually pull out eight thousand spirit stones.

She knew very well what kind of life those disciples on the Blood Burial Plains were living.

Let alone eight thousand, it would be difficult to even come up with eight hundred.

"Where did you get these spirit stones?"

"Taken from the cold pool."

"Ma Rou's Cold Pool?"

"Yes."

"It took a few days to collect."

"Three days."

She placed the flint used for quenching iron on the table.

Three days.

They managed to get a toad heart worth eight thousand spirit stones, plus a level three old heart, from Ma Rou, that stingy person.

She knew Ma Rou's temper all too well.

There's not another person in the entire Blood Spirit Sect who could pry meat out of her mouth.

Wang Yin's already shallow dimples deepened even further.

"...Ma Rou didn't kill you, so you could say she's changed her ways."

She smiled.

"Our sect hasn't produced a disciple like this in a long time. He's got guts and a wicked streak."

She stepped barefoot on the stone slab, picked up her wooden clogs with her toes, and threw two more flints into the stove.

"These guys nowadays, they'd run faster than rabbits if you let them try a pill."

"When they encountered those hypocritical bastards from the Heavenly Sword Sect, they backed down before even drawing their swords."

The firelight cast flickering shadows on her baby face.

"Back then, our group of disciples could chop people up like chopping wood."

They skinned people alive to stretch their skin onto drumheads, extracted souls to refine corpse puppets, and even Golden Core cultivators dared to pounce on Black Wind Mountain to seize territory.

"That's what a Blood Sect disciple should be like."

She looked up, a smile spreading across her baby face.

"...You brat, you do have some of the evil traits of our Blood Sect."

Wang Yin swept the spirit stones into her storage bag, then turned to open the cabinet and retrieve the piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

She was opening the cabinet door with her back to him.

"...Your gun is no ordinary piece of iron."

"This disciple found it."

She didn't turn around: "Once it's crafted, it will be a low-grade spiritual weapon."

This is more than enough for a Qi Refining disciple like you.

Most people in the early stages of Foundation Establishment use low-grade spiritual artifacts.

Wang Yin spoke and demonstrated simultaneously.

Her hand speed is not slow at all.

When she took the meteorite out, she poured it into the crucible with a slightly lighter touch than before.

He can soak in the icy pool for three days and collect eight thousand spirit stones.

They dared to risk their lives to test the elixir.

She had initially thought of him as a clever disciple who knew how to bargain, but now she had revised her judgment.

The secrets of the disciple before him were more significant than his spirit stones.

The temperature in the alchemy room rose even higher as the furnace fire intensified.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Wang Yin's forehead, and a few strands of hair clung to her temples.

She casually took off her large alchemy robe and draped it over the pill rack next to her.

All that was left inside was a close-fitting thin tank top.

Dark red, made of extremely thin material.

Sweat had soaked through a small patch of my back, clinging to the space between my shoulder blades.

There is a very small mole in her collarbone hollow, as faint as the dimple on her left cheek, almost invisible unless you get very close.

Her baby face was so tender it looked like you could pinch water out of it.

But what you see below is a completely different scene.

The halter top couldn't contain her full breasts, and the two soft mounds of flesh were squeezed behind the thin fabric.

Her body rose and fell gently with her breath, then descended to her waist before suddenly narrowing, her curves undulating in the warm glow of the fire.

Baby face and giant.

This is in stark contrast to her identities as a steward of Blood Cauldron Peak, a master alchemist, and a Qi refiner.

The contrast is so great that it's almost absurd.

But she was completely unaware.

When Wang Yin squatted down to check the furnace temperature, the weight of her chest pressed down on her knees, causing the suspenders to bulge out an arc.

The neckline dropped half an inch, revealing glimpses of her white cleavage.

She used the fire tongs to stir the flint in the furnace, her movements as natural as breathing.

"Come and add flint."

Li Tianran shifted his gaze from the mole on her collarbone and walked over to squat down beside her.

The two stood side by side, less than a foot apart.

Sweat slid down her neck, trickling down her collarbone and disappearing into her neckline.

The fine beads of sweat on his arms were reflected in the firelight, turning them a transparent amber color.

A few drops slid down the forearm, past the wrist, and dripped onto the hot stone in front of the stove.

With a hiss, it evaporated.

A very faint smell wafted over.

The clean smell of sweat mingled with the fragrance of herbs that had been perpetually inhaled by the alchemy furnace, a bittersweet warmth emanating from body heat.

As she squatted down, one side of her halter top slipped down half an inch, revealing a small patch of skin on her shoulder that was even whiter than her face.

Two bulges below the collarbone swell, varying in depth with each breath.

She used tongs to pick up a piece of red-hot ore and put it into the quenching pool.

He scoffed.

Steam billowed up, enveloping Wang Yin completely.

She wiped the sweat from her chin with the back of her hand and turned to look at him.

Steam was billowing from behind her, making her face appear as if it were veiled by a thin layer of gauze.

"Three pieces. Any more and the oven will explode."

The sound was very soft.

Li Tianran bent down to add flint, and his elbow accidentally brushed against her arm.

She didn't dodge; a thin layer of sweat clung to her skin, feeling warm and slippery to the touch.

He lowered his eyes, his breathing becoming a fraction deeper than before.

After adding the flint.

Li Tianran straightened his back.

She happened to stand up to check the furnace temperature, and as she turned to the side, her chest brushed against his shoulder.

soft.

The softness couldn't be hidden even through two layers of thin cloth.

Li Tianran's shoulder blades stiffened for a moment.

She didn't care at all.

Squeeze past him and bend down to reach for the fire tongs by the quenching pool.

When she bent over, the neckline of the camisole drooped down, revealing the full, rounded outline of her breasts, which swayed slightly with the movement.

The firelight shone from the side, drawing her waist into an extremely narrow arc before suddenly spreading out downwards.

The wide robes and trousers couldn't hide the roundness of her hips.

Li Tianran looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Damn it!

The Blood Spirit Sect's three deacons, besides the old witch Han, each have their own unique characteristics.

Ma Rou of Bloodfang Valley exudes the charm of a voluptuous and mature young woman.

Wang Yin of Blood Cauldron Peak has a baby face with fair skin and rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and dimples when she smiles.

The pair of white, round breasts on Wang Yin's chest gave off an even stronger sense of oppression.

"Fire tongs".

Wang Yin straightened up and handed him the fire tongs.

The two stood facing each other, less than an arm's length apart.

She looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes on her baby face reflecting two flickering embers.

When he took the fire tongs, his fingers touched her knuckles.

Her fingers were very hot; she spent years by the alchemy furnace, and her body temperature was half a degree higher than normal.

I worked for a while.

Wang Yin stood up and went to the quenching pool to check the gun barrel.

When walking.

The two soft mounds of flesh beneath the suspenders trembled gently, creating faint ripples with every step.

She flipped the gun barrel over, and the quenching liquid hissed.

Suddenly, he asked, "What stage has Old Demon Han's puppet reached in his crafting?"

"The lines on the lower limbs are finished."

"The blood jade hasn't been embedded yet?"

"without."

"You just sold out your master like that?"

"I am an evil cultivator."

Wang Yin: "Ah, this child is teachable."

"Once the old witch's puppet is complete, she won't need that many disciples. Just keep that in mind."

But Li Tianran could tell that she was reminding him.

Is Wang Yin a good person?

No, she was just afraid that her experimental subjects would die.

After saying that, she focused on repairing the meteorite spear.

She was extremely meticulous when she fused the meteorite iron into the crack, even more focused than when carving elixir formulas.

During quenching, the entire gun was immersed in the quenching pool, and the water boiled for a moment, with steam shooting into the sky.

When the silver-white gun emerged from the water, it shimmered with a faint blue light.

The patterns of the meteorite iron flowed subtly on the metal surface before settling back to resemble old iron.

It's three points heavier!

When she bent down to retrieve the gun from the quenching pool, the neckline of the suspender strap sagged down considerably, and her ample bosom almost touched the edge of the pool.

As he turned to hand the gun to Li Tianran, his elbow brushed against Li's chest.

"Give it a try."

Li Tianran gripped the gun in his hand and channeled his spiritual energy into it.

There were no leaks this time!

It flows unimpeded from the tip of the gun to the butt!

When the array pattern was activated, the gun barrel emitted a very low hum!

The hand holding the gun could feel the power flowing inside the metal.

Calm and composed, not violent, but brimming with terrifying power that can be unleashed at any moment!

"Let me teach you how to use it."

The heavy silver spear looked like a toy in her hands.

"Look carefully."

Wang Yin stood beside him, guiding his hand to make a feint thrust in the air, channeling spiritual energy from the spear's heel to its tip.

When the array patterns on the gun body are activated, the entire gun emits a faint blue light, and the water in the quenching pool is split in two by the wind from the gun.

The ripples spread out to both sides, remaining there for a long time!

"What a pity, it still didn't reach the level of a mid-grade spiritual weapon."

"It can only be considered the best among low-grade spiritual artifacts."

"But it's enough for you."

Wang Yin let go.

As her chest was removed from his arm,

The soaking wet tank top straps had to be pulled apart to separate.

She looked up, he looked down.

After exchanging glances, their eyes both turned to her chest.

Li Tianran could almost see the reunion of Tuan Tuan inside.

"Is my martial uncle handsome?"

Wang Yin asked in a flippant tone.

Inside the alchemy furnace room.

The flint crackled and popped as the temperature slowly rose.

……