What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from the exertion he had just experienced.

But the small golden characters under his eyes did not disappear; instead, they became even clearer.

Name: Lin Yuan

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 2]

[Ninth-Rank Alchemist: 99/100 (Points can be added); Ninth-Rank Spirit Plant Master: 99/100 (Points can be added)]

Remaining attribute points: 100

He tried moving his eyes, and the words followed his gaze, remaining below his field of vision.

"It's not a hallucination!"

Lin Yuan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He always felt that women would slow down his speed in drawing his sword.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that there was no cheat code; it's just that the activation conditions were rather... outrageous.

He suppressed his wildly beating heart, focused his mind, and carefully tried clicking on the entry for "Ninth-Rank Alchemist".

"Buzz—"

A massive flow of information, like a flood bursting its banks, suddenly poured into his mind.

Countless images followed one after another.

One by one, the spiritual herbs were scorched by the blazing flames in the alchemy furnace. The leaves withered and curled, and the essence was condensed, turning into strands of spiritual liquid of different colors.

The essences of various medicinal herbs collide, blend, repel, and then reunite in the furnace.

The moment the pill was completed, the heat dropped by three points, the furnace lid was slightly opened by half an inch, and the elixir, wrapped in a layer of shimmering white medicinal light, popped out of the furnace.

These experiences seemed to have been personally gone through hundreds or thousands of times, from unfamiliarity to proficiency, from failure to success, all compressed into his mind in that short moment.

After the information faded, Lin Yuan stood there, stunned.

He looked down at his hands.

Just now, he was just a half-baked expert who hadn't even mastered the most basic Qi-Nourishing Pill.

Now, the theories, techniques, heat control, and medicinal combinations of alchemy in his mind are all crystal clear, as if he has been diligently cultivating in front of the alchemy furnace for thirty years.

Small golden characters quietly appeared under his eyes.

[Grade 8 Alchemist: 0/1000; Grade 9 Spirit Plant Master: 99/100 (Points can be added)]

Remaining attribute points: 99

Lin Yuan swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

He suddenly realized a more crucial issue.

Where did these 100 attribute points come from?

His gaze slowly shifted, landing on the stunningly beautiful body beside him, its eyes glazed and its breath ragged.

Lin Feilu's eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, and her tattered purple-gold flowing cloud dress was crumpled up, exposing large areas of her alabaster skin to the cold light of the moonstone.

Her breath was still burning hot, indicating that although most of the effects of the aphrodisiac had dissipated, the remaining poison had not been completely eliminated.

Lin Yuan's mind raced.

Attribute points appeared after having sex with Lin Feilu.

in other words--

"No, relying on just one set of data isn't rigorous enough. What if it's just a coincidence?" Lin Yuan said to himself seriously.

"In order to verify the path of cultivation and the operating mechanism of the panel, I have no choice but to reluctantly sacrifice myself to feed the demon once again."

"This isn't because I'm lustful; it's a scientific experiment that needs to be repeated to verify it."

He found an excuse for himself, took a deep breath, and turned the tables.

……

Another incense stick's time has passed.

The cave fell silent.

Lin Yuan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, feeling as if his old back no longer belonged to him.

But he couldn't care less about that, because the small golden words under his eyes refreshed once again.

Name: Lin Yuan

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 2]

[Grade 8 Alchemist: 0/1000; Grade 9 Spirit Plant Master: 99/100 (Points can be added)]

Remaining attribute points: 199

Lin Yuan's pupils dilated slightly.

really!

Another 100 points!

"That's really true..."

His mind began to work uncontrollably.

One hundred points each time, ten times that's one thousand. One thousand points is enough for him to advance to the seventh-grade alchemist.

As long as you persevere, you can eventually be promoted to the sixth rank, or even the fifth rank...

He dared not think any further, afraid he would burst out laughing like a pig on the spot.

But then he calmed down.

First, does this panel only recognize Lin Feilu when it comes to acquiring attribute points, or can it also recognize other female cultivators?

Second, is it a fixed 100 points each time, or will it fluctuate based on the target's cultivation level, aptitude, or some other condition?

Third, is there a limit to the number of times the same person can do this?

There are too many variables, and with only one sample, it is far from enough to draw conclusions.

"Once we've dealt with this mess, we'll find another female cultivator to test it out."

As Lin Yuan was pondering this in his mind, the warm, soft touch beside him suddenly disappeared.

He turned his head and saw that Lin Feilu had already sat up.

In just a few breaths, her scattered clothes were put back on neatly.

That face, which was enough to captivate all living beings, had regained its cold and aloof demeanor.

It was as if the woman who had been burning hot and had a dazed look in her eyes had never existed.

"Junior brother, thank you for helping me detoxify."

Lin Feilu turned around, her tone indifferent.

"Uh... Senior sister is too kind..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feilu made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and his spiritual light surged.

A silver-white sword light shot out from the pile of rubble in the corner of the cave and landed steadily in her palm.

A spiritual light flickered on the sword's edge.

The sword tip pointed forward, aimed directly at Lin Yuan's throat.

Lin Yuan's eyelids twitched violently.

Only the fuck knows!

This woman changed her attitude completely after putting on a skirt!

Just a moment ago she was moaning so sweetly beneath me, and now she's about to stab me to death with a sword.

Indeed, the thing you can't trust most in the world is a female cultivator's conscience after the fact.

Lin Yuan cursed inwardly, but put on a pitiful expression.

"Senior sister, don't be impulsive! You were the one who initiated this!"

As he spoke, his right hand subtly brushed against the storage bag at his waist from behind.

A delicate silver net slipped silently into his palm and was hidden behind his back.

"Shut up."

"You saw what you shouldn't have seen, and you touched what you shouldn't have touched."

She slightly raised her chin, looking down at Lin Yuan with a resolute and cruel tone: "If I let you leave this cave alive, where is my Dao heart, Lin Feilu? On the path of cultivation, there is no room for the slightest flaw."

The sword light suddenly intensified!

A sharp killing intent enveloped the entire cave dwelling as if it were a tangible force.

Lin Yuan felt a tightness all over his body.

They're serious now.

He gripped the spirit-binding net in his palm, preparing to strike.

With Lin Feilu's cultivation level, a direct confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

But she is now seriously injured and has been tormented by the Hehuan Powder for so long, her spiritual power must be almost depleted.

As long as an opening is found.

Just then, Lin Feilu's brows furrowed suddenly.

Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and her face turned from icy cold to deathly pale.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of purplish-black blood gushed from her mouth, splattering onto Lin Yuan's chest.

Although the residual poison from the Hehuan Powder had been neutralized, she had been forcibly suppressing the severe injuries she had sustained while being chased.

Now, after this intense ordeal, his spiritual energy was almost depleted, and his injuries could no longer be suppressed, erupting completely.

Lin Yuan had been waiting for this moment.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, nor did he show any pity for the woman.

With a sudden swing of his left hand, a burst of spiritual light shone forth!

The silver spirit-binding net suddenly expanded in the air, transforming into a silver light net about ten feet in size.

"laugh--"

The silver net wrapped around Lin Feilu's entire body with lightning speed. The moment the net tightened, the restrictive runes on it lit up wildly, completely sealing off the little spiritual power left in her body.

Lin Feilu was completely wrapped in the silver net and fell to the ground, looking like a huge silver rice dumpling.

Lin Yuan flipped his hand and took out his low-grade magic weapon flying sword.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, it's for your own protection!"

Lin Feilu gave a bitter smile: "Let's do it."

She closed her eyes, her tone surprisingly carrying a hint of relief: "Before I die, being able to take someone down with me isn't such a bad deal."

Lin Yuan paused slightly with the sword in his hand.

"A scapegoat?" He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Lin Feilu opened her eyes, and the murderous intent in her phoenix eyes had dissipated.

"The person who wants to kill me... is Wen Yuci."

The five words came out of her mouth lightly.

But Lin Yuan felt terrible upon hearing this name.

Warm rain porcelain.

Within the Xuan Yin Sect, these three words are synonymous with death.

The female demon known as the Thousand-Faced Rakshasa cultivates extremely mysterious techniques, unknown to outsiders. However, the Thousand Soul Banner in her hand is known to everyone in the entire Xuan Yin Sect.

The souls imprisoned within that banner were all those she had personally slain.

It is said that those souls wail day and night in the banners, never to be reborn.

The number of souls reborn in the banner is said to be close to a thousand.

Even more terrifying, this woman also created a bronze-armored corpse. That bronze-armored corpse was impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire; its combat strength was equivalent to that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Wen Yuci herself has already reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and is only one step away from the Golden Core stage.

In other words, fighting Wen Yuci is equivalent to simultaneously facing a half-step Golden Core cultivator and a late-stage Foundation Establishment bronze-armored puppet.

Lin Yuan felt his head buzzing and his temples throbbing.

Why did you have to mess with that living devil?

"you……"

Lin Feilu looked helpless: "I naturally don't want to provoke this kind of witch."

She took a deep breath and slowly said, "The Crimson Forbidden Land, which opens once every thirty years, is about to open. Only the Holy Maiden of the Xuan Yin Sect is qualified to enter and seek opportunities. I am one of the candidates for Holy Maiden. That witch must have lost her mind. She's about to form her core, yet she still wants to compete for the position of Holy Maiden."

"Not only me, but another senior sister who was vying for the title of Saintess—Fox Charm—has already perished at her hands. That witch not only killed her, but also extracted her soul and refined it into the main soul of the Thousand Soul Banner."

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be tracking me by the residual blood aura on my body. With her speed and methods, she should be here soon."

She looked at Lin Yuan with a complicated expression: "It's much better to die by your sword now than to fall into the hands of that witch, have my soul extracted and bound to the Soul Banner, and suffer for eternity."

Lin Yuan finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Big sister! You're so aloof! You're amazing!

I'm just sitting at home, diligently doing my traditional crafts. What have I done to deserve this?

A fairy fell from the sky, smashed open my door, and I was forced to have sex with you. Not only that, but afterwards you even tried to kill me with a knife.

It's one thing to kill someone, but when they couldn't kill them, they told me that there was a female demon who was half a Golden Core cultivator following behind them!

Lin Yuan took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

Despite the criticism, the problem still needs to be solved.

His mind started racing, going through all the possible solutions.

Hand over Lin Feilu to beg for mercy? Wen Yuci, a ruthless person who eats people without spitting out the bones, would definitely throw him into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner as well.

Running away? The opponent is at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, while he, a mere Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator, has no chance of escaping.

Either way, it's a dead end.

Since death is inevitable no matter what...

Lin Yuan slowly sheathed his flying sword and looked up at the blue stone dome of the cave.

"It seems that the only way to protect ourselves is to make this Wenyu porcelain."

Lin Feilu was stunned.

Immediately, she sneered, "You? A mere Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator, you think you can kill a half-step Golden Core cultivator?"

"What will you use to kill me? This broken iron sword of yours? Or your meager cultivation level?"

Lin Yuan squatted down and looked at her without changing his expression.

"By myself, of course I'd deliver the vegetables. But—"

He extended a finger and tapped Lin Feilu's forehead.

"Senior Sister Lin, you are a genius of the Xuan Yin Sect, a core disciple, and a candidate for Saintess."

"I don't believe you don't have a trump card up your sleeve. Senior Sister, you should have something that can turn the tide in a crucial moment, right?"

Lin Feilu's pupils contracted slightly.

"Given the opportunity, even a fleeting moment of weakness, it's not impossible to kill a half-step Golden Core cultivator." Lin Yuan stood up. "And I'll create that opportunity for you."

"Oh?"

Lin Feilu re-examined the man in front of her.

His cultivation level was low, his magical artifacts were shabby, and his cave dwelling was as dilapidated as a doghouse.

But his gaze was steady.

It wasn't the recklessness of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, but rather a calm composure in dire straits.

.

"My cave dwelling is simple, but back then, just in case, and to have a chance to escape, I emptied my savings to set up a Xuan Guang Array here."

"This formation is terrible, it's not very effective," Lin Yuan honestly confessed.

"But once activated, it can instantly unleash a dazzling light and a deafening roar. Those inside the formation will temporarily lose their sight and hearing, and even their divine sense will be suppressed within their bodies, unable to be released outwards."

He held up one finger.

"Although Senior Sister Wen's cultivation is extraordinary, the five senses are interconnected. If someone is suddenly deprived of their sight, hearing, and consciousness without any warning, even a half-step Golden Core cultivator would panic."

"How long can you maintain control?" Lin Feilu asked.

"Judging from the opponent's cultivation level and reaction speed, it will take no more than five breaths."

Lin Feilu frowned, seemingly calculating something rapidly.

Five breaths is neither a long nor a short time; it's enough to do a lot of things.

A fierce glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"If that's the case, then taking a gamble isn't out of the question."

Lin Feilu's voice suddenly became decisive.

"However, your formation is far too rudimentary. Five breaths of hard control time is not enough to be safe. Wen Yuci is not alone. Her bronze-armored corpse is unaffected by the Xuan Guang Formation. The bronze-armored corpse will react within five breaths."

She twisted her body, which was bound by the spirit-binding net, forcefully: "Untie the net first."

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment.

"If you draw your sword and try to kill me again, I won't have another net."

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need a sword," Lin Feilu said calmly.

Lin Yuan: "..."

Time was of the essence, and he had no time to waste. He placed his palm on the spirit-binding net, infused it with a wisp of spiritual power, and the silver net loosened instantly.

Lin Feilu sat up from the silver net, moved her wrists which were numb from being constricted, and then took out five array flags from her storage bag.

The five battle flags were blue, white, red, black, and yellow, and each flag was engraved with intricate battle patterns that were so complex they made one's scalp crawl.

The spiritual light on the flag flowed endlessly, its quality far surpassing Lin Yuan's crudely made Xuan Guang Array.

"The Reversed Five Elements Formation." Lin Feilu laid out five formation flags on the ground. "These are the life-saving items my master left me."

"No matter how high Wen Yuci's cultivation level is, she can't use it freely within the formation. Even if we can't kill her, trapping her for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn is no problem. The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is enough for us to escape her pursuit range."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

This is the kind of foundation a core disciple should have.