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

The next morning.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

After a night of arduous cultivation, consuming top-grade Qi Condensation Pills, his cultivation level stabilized at the ninth level of Qi Refining. His spiritual energy surged like an undercurrent, exceptionally powerful. The ninth level of perfection was the current limit of his cultivation technique. To advance further, he would need to begin preparing for Foundation Establishment.

Lin Yuan rolled out of bed and stretched his limbs in preparation for refining pills.

The Foundation Establishment Pill is a pill used to improve cultivation during the Foundation Establishment stage. Ordinary versions cost one or two hundred spirit stones each on the market.

The top-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills he refines, if released, would start at three hundred spirit stones, and would be absolutely priceless.

Refining all of these will not only shut Li Yang up and pay off the huge debt from yesterday's purchase of top-grade thunder bead armor, but will also allow us to make a small profit. Having food in hand will put our minds at ease.

start.

Lin Yuan sat down cross-legged and slapped the bronze alchemy furnace with one palm, causing the crimson alchemical fire to rise up with a roar.

Purification, fusion, and condensation.

The morning flew by, and the ten batches of Qi-Nourishing Pills were completed.

All nine pills were of the highest quality, each surrounded by cloud patterns.

"The higher the grade, the longer it takes." Lin Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, preparing to finish the remaining twenty portions in one go.

Just then, a regular fluctuation came from the defensive formation outside the cave.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly and extended his divine sense.

The newcomer wore a black dress, and her narrow, fox-like eyes revealed a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

Wen Yuci. Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately concealed his aura and waved his hand to dispel the formation.

The stone gate slowly slid open.

Wen Yuci slowly walked into the cave, her black dress wrapping her figure gracefully yet exuding a deadly stillness.

Compared to her disheveled state after being injured a few days ago, her spiritual pressure was restrained today, making her resemble a poisoned blade hidden in a dark sheath.

He has obviously been in seclusion these past few days, healing his injuries.

"Senior Sister." Lin Yuan stood up and bowed respectfully.

Without wasting words, Wen Yuci flicked her right hand, and a black storage bag flew towards him.

Lin Yuan reached out and caught it.

"Inside are the ingredients for the Crimson Sun Profound Heart Pill. Refine it immediately; I need it urgently." Wen Yuci's voice was cold and commanding.

Lin Yuan scanned the storage bag with his divine sense.

Fire vein crystal roots... are all materials that are extremely yang and intense.

The sixth brother's mind raced. The Crimson Sun Profound Heart Pill was extremely potent; it could only be forcibly suppressed, not eradicated.

Clearly, although Wen Yuci's injuries have stabilized, the chilling energy that has surged back into her heart meridian due to the misuse of the Thousand Soul Banner can no longer be suppressed.

"I am willing to serve my senior sister."

Without hesitation, Lin Yuan turned to face the bronze alchemy furnace. With a flick of his finger, the furnace fire surged forth once more.

Wen Yuci stood two feet away, arms crossed, her narrow eyes fixed on Lin Yuan's movements.

She had assumed that even if a mere outer sect servant in the Qi Refining stage had truly received the Dao of Alchemy, he would still be extremely cautious when refining pills of this grade.

However, Lin Yuan did not form any complicated or secretive initiation hand seals. He simultaneously threw more than twenty fire-attribute spiritual herbs into the alchemy furnace, precisely cutting the temperature range of the flames.

Remove the impurities from the spiritual materials, leaving only the most essential parts.

The natural skill in controlling the fire and the sense of relaxation made Wen Yuci's eyes light up with admiration.

Half an hour later.

Lin Yuan's hands flew as he cast the final incantation to collect the elixir. The furnace lid burst open, and a rich, pure yang medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire cave.

Nine fiery red pills floated out in a line, each with two clear and complete white cloud patterns imprinted on its surface.

"Top-grade? Nine full pills?" Even with her cold and hardened temperament, Wen Yuci's expression changed at this moment.

Lin Yuan deftly placed the pills into a jade bottle and handed it over with both hands: "I have fulfilled my mission."

Wen Yuci took the jade bottle. A surge of intense medicinal power pulsed within her palm.

Her icy expression finally thawed a little. With this bottle of top-grade Crimson Sun Profound Heart Pill, she wouldn't have to worry about her Yin energy going out of control for the next three months.

Wen Yuci put the jade bottle into her storage bag, and her gaze returned to Lin Yuan's face, now with a more scrutinizing look: "The Saintess election is just around the corner. How are you and Lin Feilu preparing? Let me be clear, if she doesn't get a Saintess candidate position, she won't be able to enter the Crimson Forbidden Land."

That's exactly what I've been waiting for.

Lin Yuan immediately adopted an extremely heavy and troubled expression, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"Senior sister, you may not know this, but I've been secretly investigating my rival, Jiang Huaiyue, these past two days."

"This woman not only has the enormous resources of Lingcui Peak behind her, but her master, Sima Duan, is also a notorious old ghost of corpse refining. On the arena, Jiang Huaiyue will definitely be protected by a high-level corpse refiner." Lin Yuan sighed, "To put it bluntly, Lin Feilu's chances of winning against her are not high. I was just wondering where to ask you for help, and here you are."

Wen Yuci raised her eyebrows slightly. She knew Sima Duan, that old monster, very well, and Jiang Huaiyue was indeed a tough nut to crack.

"What do you want from me?" Wen Yuci saw through his veiled questions at a glance, her narrow eyes revealing a dangerous cold light.

Lin Yuan calmly faced the oppressive spiritual pressure, his face as steady as an old dog: "Naturally, it's the trump card that can decide life and death on the arena. If Senior Sister has any unused top-grade magic artifacts, it would be best to reward her with one or two. If you're worried about the cost of magic artifacts, you can sponsor some spirit stones for me to purchase a few insidious killing weapons. After all, if the two of us die, Senior Sister's Cold Marrow Lotus will truly be hopeless."

The main theme is about someone who can rightfully live off a woman.

Wen Yuci let out a soft scoff: "My magical artifact is not the same as Lin Feilu's; it's completely unusable."

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a heavy bag of spirit stones directly onto the table, making a crisp clattering sound.

"Here are five thousand low-grade spirit stones. Take them." Wen Yuci's eyes instantly turned cold. "If you still fail to be chosen as the Holy Maiden and don't get the Frost Marrow Lotus, you and Lin Feilu should prepare to enter my Thousand Soul Banner together as the main souls."

After saying that, Wen Yuci turned and left, her skirt stirring up a cold wind.

"Senior Sister, wait!" Lin Yuan quickly stuffed the spirit stone bag into his pocket and immediately called out to her.

Wen Yuci stopped in her tracks.

Lin Yuan remained unfazed, his smile sincere: "Senior Sister, I have a favor to ask. You see, I am rather dull-witted, and relying solely on alchemy has its limitations. In my spare time, I've been wanting to explore the art of weapon crafting. If I can craft a few excellent magical artifacts in the future, I can serve you faithfully."

His gaze was sincere: "It's just that it's really hard to find truly profound basic methods of weapon crafting in the outer sect. I wonder if Senior Sister has any similar texts?"

Wen Yuci looked Lin Yuan up and down, her eyes becoming strange and suspicious.

"You dare to say that? You've exhausted all your energy refining pills, and now you want to cultivate artifacts on top of that? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

But then she thought again, this young man from the outer sect has an almost freakish talent for alchemy. If he could really make a name for himself in weapon crafting, it might be a great help to her in refining her natal magic weapon in the future.

Most importantly, she happened to have a weapon-refining technique.

Wen Yuci flicked her finger across the storage bag, and an old jade slip with spiderweb-like cracks and a dark red luster flew toward Lin Yuan.

"I obtained the fragment of the 'Hundred Refinements and Thousand Hammers Technique' by chance. It's a weapon-forging method left behind by an ancient cultivator; you can take it and study it."

"If you can really forge a top-grade magic weapon in the future, I'll cover the materials after the election."

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister!" Lin Yuan steadily caught the jade slip and bowed respectfully.

Without further ado, Wen Yuci transformed into a streak of black light and disappeared outside the formation.