Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Hei San quickly added from the side, "Sir, the puppet pills she refines are particularly effective. Those Golden Core cultivators only became obedient after consuming her pills."

The Evil King pondered for a moment, then pointed at Hei San and said, "Refine some Blood Spirit Pills for him, and I'll see your strength."

Yun Qing hesitated for a moment, "Lord Evil King..."

The Evil King's expression changed. "What? You can't?"

"Of course not," Yun Qing said. "I just don't have a suitable alchemy furnace or the materials needed for refining pills."

She does possess an alchemy furnace, but taking it out would definitely reveal her identity.

The Evil King casually selected two evil cultivators, saying, "You two, go and prepare what she wants."

After a stick of incense had burned, Yun Qing walked into a separate stone chamber, which was already filled with everything she needed for alchemy.

The Blood Spirit Pill is similar to the Spirit Replenishing Pill, a basic pill for cultivators, so it wasn't too difficult for Yun Qing.

Before long, Yun Qing returned to the Evil King with a bottle of pills in her hands.

"My Lord Evil King, the elixir has been refined."

The Evil King pointed at Black Three, "You give it a try."

Hei San trusted Yun Qing completely, so he picked up a Blood Spirit Pill and popped it into his mouth.

Instantly, he felt refreshed all over, his spiritual energy circulated rapidly within his body, and his cultivation level improved briefly.

"My Lord Evil King, this elixir is truly effective!"

The Evil King bent his fingers. "Let me see it."

Yun Qing placed the pill in the Evil King's hand.

Having tested the poison with Hei San, the Evil King didn't hesitate and put the pill into his mouth.

After a while, his brows relaxed slightly. "Not bad, it really works."

He looked at Hei San and said, "You have done a great service. If my headache is cured, you will be appointed as the Left Commander."

Hei San immediately kowtowed, "Thank you, Lord Evil King!"

He knew then that his decision was absolutely right.

Then the Evil King said to Yun Qing, "From now on, you will treat my headache. A good cure will be richly rewarded; a bad one..."

"You'll pay with your life."

After inquiring about the frequency and timing of the Evil King's headaches, Yun Qing said, "Your Majesty, I can cure your headaches, but... I need your cooperation."

The Evil King raised an eyebrow. "How do you want to cooperate? Just tell me."

Yun Qing glanced at Pei Shubai and the others, "Until your headache is completely cured, you need to avoid certain foods..."

"Dietary restrictions? What does that mean?"

"It means you can't eat any cultivators these next two days; the more you eat, the harder your headache will be to cure..."

"Are you kidding me?!" The Evil King stood up and walked up to Yun Qing, unleashing his oppressive aura. "I am an evil cultivator; if I don't eat cultivators, what will I eat?!"

Hei San quickly tried to dissuade her, "Lord Evil King, please don't be angry. She was only thinking of your headache."

My brother really goes all out when something's wrong.

Yun Qing quickly replied, "Yes, Lord Evil King. Eating cultivators requires you to circulate your internal energy, which will only harm your headache. You just need to endure it for two days, and I will definitely refine the pill for you within those two days."

At this moment, the Evil King's head suddenly started to ache violently again.

His expression changed abruptly, and his body swayed violently. He pressed his temples, his knuckles turning white, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if countless fine needles were piercing his brain.

The Evil King gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words: "...You'd better...really be able to cure him."

Finally, he looked at Pei Shubai and the others, and said to the other evil cultivators, "Lock those cultivators in the dungeon first, keep an eye on them, and bring them over in a few days."

The next two days...

The stone chamber where the alchemy was being prepared exploded repeatedly, making the Evil King's headache even worse.

"Lord Evil King, is she really concocting pills properly? Should we send someone to check on her?"

"No need. She'll die anyway if the pills aren't refined in two days, so there's no rush."

The Evil King pounded his head with his fist; for some reason, this headache was much more severe than usual.

"Find her whatever alchemy materials she needs, no matter how difficult they are to find, make sure you get them. Do you understand?!"

Inside the dungeon.

Pei Shubai and the others watched Yun Qing outside, squatting down and standing up repeatedly, and couldn't help but say, "Can you please stop shaking us? We're getting dizzy."

The evil cultivators standing nearby had all been sent by Yun Qing to find alchemy materials. She deliberately mentioned several kinds of hard-to-find demon beast cores, and they wouldn't be back for a while.

Yun Qing didn't even look up: "Don't make a sound, I'm setting up an array."

The others obediently shut up, and the most talkative Si Mingche and Wu Zheng, bored, started arguing by lip-reading.

A short while later, Yun Qing got up and dusted off her hands. The situation there was complicated, but fortunately, she had figured it out.

Seeing her stand up, Si Mingche, who had been holding back for a long time, finally spoke, "Junior Sister, did you set up this formation here to open the dungeon and save us? Your senior brothers are so touched..."

"Don't be so quick to get emotional." Yun Qing shrugged. "This is a killing formation."

"Kill...kill formation?" Wu Zheng stammered, "Junior Sister Yun Qing, if I've done something wrong, please punish me directly, don't send us to our deaths in this way~"

Yun Qing, not wanting to understand his thought process, said to him, "Two days from now, shall we have a competition to see who kills the most evil cultivators?"

Without fully understanding what was happening, Wu Zheng replied, "Of course we'll compete! Our Sumeru School will definitely win!"

"See you in two days!"

Yun Qing waved and left.

Wu Zheng was left completely bewildered. "She really isn't here to rescue us? What does 'two days later' mean?"

Pei Shubai unconsciously touched his bald head and patiently said, "Junior Sister means that we should rest and recuperate here. She will find a way to take us out in a couple of days."

"Also, this formation should be a killing formation targeting evil cultivators; this place is just one of its components."

"She told us not to worry, that she would use pills to weaken the Evil King's strength, and that she would wipe out all these evil cultivators in two days."

"When...when did she tell you all this?" Wu Zheng casually patted his junior brother's head. "Do you have some kind of secret way of contacting each other, the kind we can't see?"

Cen Ning shook her head, "No, this is just a tacit understanding between us and our junior sister."

Wu Zheng seemed to be beginning to understand why Cheng Tian Sect could leave everyone else in the dust in the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm.

Two days later.

The Evil King swept everything in front of him to the ground. Jade slips, porcelain bottles, and several loose scrolls of drawings rolled down the stone steps, making a few scattered sounds on the ground.

The Evil King raised his hand and pressed his temple, but the headache didn't ease at all; he had completely lost his patience.

"Where is the black soil? Where is it?!"

"Bring her here! If she can't refine the elixir, I'll kill her!"