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

Lin Yuan turned his gaze away from the system panel and raised his hand to rub his aching lower back.

The older woman was indeed formidable.

Even with his physique at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he still felt sore and weak.

He didn't linger in Wanzhuhai. Taking advantage of the early dawn, he concealed himself and slipped back to his cave.

Lin Yuan collapsed onto the bluestone bed.

He needs sleep to recover from mental exhaustion.

I need to go to Wanzhuhai again tonight to max out the remaining attribute points.

Once you accumulate 10,000 points, you can directly advance to the sixth-grade alchemist.

With the skill of a sixth-grade alchemist, it will be no problem for him to refine pills to repair Li Yang's dantian or to prepare pills for his own future cultivation.

I slept until the sun was setting.

Lin Yuan sat up, stretched, and his bones crackled like popping beans.

Both mentally and physically, he has recovered to his peak condition.

I glanced at the sky outside the cave; there was still an hour until sunset.

It's still early.

He walked to the bluestone table, ran his fingers over the storage bag, and took out the talisman-making materials he had bought from Danbao Pavilion yesterday, arranging them neatly on the table.

A box of Xuan Yin Sand, a bottle of Crimson Fire Serpent Blood, a dozen high-grade yellow talisman papers, and his low-grade spirit bamboo talisman brush.

I'm planning to try out the "Hell-Destroying Thunder Talisman" that the unlucky spy leaked.

This talisman is extremely powerful. If Lin Feilu could draw a few to carry with him, his chances of winning on the Saintess Selection Tournament would increase, and his confidence in infiltrating the Crimson Forbidden Land would also be greater.

Lin Yuan poured out the Xuan Yin Sand and snake blood.

The yin and yang elements hissed and emitted white smoke within the inkstone.

He infused his spiritual power, mixed the talisman ink, and began to draw.

A diagram of thirty-six nodes flashed through my mind.

As soon as the pen touched the paper, spiritual energy flowed along the ink on the yellow paper.

The first ten nodes went relatively smoothly, but at the fifteenth change point, the trajectory of spiritual energy needed to be drastically reversed.

The pen tip suddenly felt stiff.

The previously calm Fu Mo completely went berserk.

"Hold on!"

Lin Yuan increased his spiritual power output, attempting to forcefully suppress the turbulent spiritual energy within the talisman.

"Bang!"

The dazzling red light on the surface of the talisman flashed and disappeared in an instant, followed by a muffled explosion.

The entire sheet of top-grade yellow talisman instantly burst into flames, turning into a clump of black ash in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yuan put away the spirit bamboo talisman brush and shook his head.

The skill level of an eighth-grade talisman master is ultimately not up to par. Although he can deconstruct the structure of advanced talismans, his subtle control over his divine sense when writing them is simply not up to the requirements of a thunder talisman, and the chance of failure is too high.

If one can advance their talisman-making skills to the seventh rank, the success rate will increase significantly.

We can upgrade our talisman master level later when we have more attribute points. Right now, the most important thing is to cross the threshold of becoming a sixth-grade alchemist.

Lin Yuan looked up at the outside of the cave.

The last rays of the setting sun had disappeared into the sky, and night began to engulf the mountains and forests outside the gate.

It's time to go to Wanzhuhai to keep our appointment.

Lin Yuan stood up, preparing to activate the concealment formation of the cave.

Just as they took two steps, a soft footstep sound came from outside the cave.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure appeared in front of the half-closed stone door and pushed it open.

It was Lin Feilu.

Tonight, instead of wearing that alluring sheer silk blouse, she changed into a perfectly tailored, form-fitting light blue long dress. The dress, though made of solid fabric, perfectly accentuated her tall and shapely figure.

Using the moonstone inside the cave, Lin Yuan noticed that her complexion was much better than a few days ago. Her originally pale cheeks were now flushed with a healthy glow, and the Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy emanating from her body was also very stable.

Those three mid-grade meridian-restoring pills did indeed work; her damaged meridians should have recovered by about 70-80%.

"Senior sister is here."

Lin Yuan stood beside the bluestone table and greeted them in a calm tone.

Lin Feilu gave a curt "hmm".

She stepped into the cave, turned her hand to close the stone door, and moved nimbly.

She had mentally prepared herself to deal with this shameless servant who took advantage of her every night.

After taking two steps, Lin Feilu stopped two feet away from Lin Yuan.

Just as she was about to speak, her nostrils suddenly twitched slightly.

A very special fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

That was extremely expensive cold pine sandalwood. This level of fragrance was absolutely unavailable in the outer sect of the Xuan Yin Sect. Only a few high-ranking female stewards or managers in the inner sect had access to it.

What's even more problematic is that this elegant sandalwood scent is mixed with the rich, powdery fragrance unique to mature female cultivators.

Lin Feilu's brows furrowed instantly.

Her gaze suddenly turned extremely aggressive, and she exuded a dangerous coldness.

She suddenly leaned forward, bringing her nose close to Lin Yuan's shoulder to check again carefully.

The smell was extremely strong, completely permeating the fabric of the clothes.

That bastard wasn't even in the cave last night. He went to see other women.

An uncontrollable rage rose in Lin Feilu's chest.

She had assumed that since this guy used the Soul Devouring Technique to oppress her every day and treated her as a training vessel, his mind should be completely tied to her.

But now, this person who keeps claiming to be in control actually has another lover behind his back!

Who exactly is the owner of this cold pine sandalwood?

Lin Feilu opened her mouth, but a barrage of questions got stuck in her throat and almost hit Lin Yuan in the face.

But before she could utter the words, reason forcefully pulled her back to reality.

On what grounds does she have to question me?

She was merely a prisoner who had been implanted with a soul-devouring spell and forced into a transaction.

If she were to question him, wouldn't that prove she cares about him? How could a core genius of the inner sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, be jealous and fight over a mere outer sect farmhand?

Utterly absurd.

Lin Feilu swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

"Hurry up tonight, I need to go back and cultivate!"

The words, after being distorted several times, finally came out as this harsh, extremely angry statement.

Lin Yuan's main task tonight is to go to Wanzhuhai to find Li Yang to farm attribute points and strive to become a sixth-grade alchemist. He doesn't have time to waste here with Lin Feilu.

"That's perfect, Senior Sister, you should go back first. I have something to do tonight." Lin Yuan replied casually, decisively dismissing her.

The air inside the cave instantly froze.

Is he busy tonight? He's going to see that woman who carries the scent of sandalwood and pine!

This thought exploded in Lin Feilu's mind, burning away the last shred of her rationality.

"Okay. You're very good."

"You'd better not die out there." Lin Feilu took a step back, her voice chillingly cold. "If you can't secure the position of Saintess in half a month, and the Cold Marrow Lotus mission falls through, Senior Sister Wen will definitely burn you alive."

He uttered those cold, harsh words.

Lin Feilu suddenly turned around, and a burst of azure spiritual light erupted beneath his feet.

He transformed into a streak of incredibly sharp sword light, not even bothering to push open the stone door, but crashing through the half-open crack and instantly disappearing into the darkness. His speed was twice as fast as when he arrived.

Lin Yuan watched the disappearing sword light and couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

This aloof senior sister has a pretty keen nose; she probably smelled the expensive sandalwood on that old woman.

But this is good, it makes her feel a little insecure. Anyway, I'm in a hurry to go to Wanzhuhai to harvest attribute points tonight, and I don't have time to play along with this kind of jealousy drama.