Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

At this moment, Li Xizhao was truly a Nascent Soul stage expert.

A peerless female immortal who stands at the pinnacle of all living beings in the Eight Desolations World, capable of cleaving mountains and rivers with a single sword strike.

Her black hair moved without wind, the white jade hairpin trembled slightly in her hair, her skirt billowed like clouds, and her spiritual pressure was as deep and as majestic as a mountain.

At this moment, his domineering aura was unleashed without reservation!

Forced back two steps by this aura, Mu Tianmiao's back pressed against the palace door, her robes fluttering in the wind, yet she dared not blink.

He rarely saw a master like this!

Li Xizhao usually keeps her sharp edges completely hidden, but now she suddenly bursts forth with breathtaking beauty!

"This is how spiritual practice should be."

Li Xizhao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​clouds outside the window, his voice clear and melodious like the ringing of a sword.

"Do what you dared not do before, fight what you could not defeat before, and shatter all illusions! If there is any resentment, cut it down with one sword!"

As she finished speaking, she pointed her fingers like a sword and casually waved them towards the window.

An invisible sword aura pierced through the air, splitting the thick clouds on the horizon in two. The crack was as straight as if cut by a knife, and the morning light poured down from the crack, illuminating the entire Immortal Shadow Sect mountain with a golden glow!

Chapter Sixteen: Both Big and Small, They Are Flexible

The vast, ocean-like aura surrounding Li Xizhao slowly receded, like the receding tide, layer by layer retreating into his body.

But as the last wisp of spiritual pressure entered her dantian, a hint of surprise flashed across her brows.

The bottleneck that had plagued him for so many years in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm actually began to loosen slightly at this moment.

Although it may seem insignificant, at her level, even the slightest improvement would be a once-in-a-century advancement.

She took a deep breath and looked down at Mu Tianmiao, who had been cornered by her at the door.

His eyes had regained their usual calmness, but beneath that calmness lay a gentleness rarely seen in ordinary times.

Go ahead and do what you want to do.

She floated over, then stretched out her finger and gently touched his brow.

"If you have any trouble, don't hesitate to come to your master. Don't be like your senior sister, who carries everything on her own and doesn't know how to find someone to rely on."

The fingertips were cool and smooth like jade. The moment they touched his brow, an extremely pure spiritual energy surged into his sea of ​​consciousness through the acupoint.

Mu Tianmiao felt a sudden jolt in his mind!

At this moment, her master directly transferred a wisp of her own insights into his consciousness. It was the state of mind she had when she swung her sword to cut through the clouds, and it was her new understanding and experience of this cultivation technique.

The turbid air in his mind dissipated, and his consciousness became clearer and more lucid than ever before.

At this moment, the barrier between the peak of the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage cracked open in several places.

Through the crack, one can even vaguely glimpse the scene on the other side.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing outside the bedroom.

The morning breeze caressed my face, and the sky was ablaze with rosy dawn; everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

But the clarity in his mind told him that his master's little gift was indeed quite significant.

He chuckled at the closed palace doors, bowed respectfully, and said loudly.

"Hehe, then this disciple will get back to work!"

Lin Yanluo didn't sleep all night in the weapon-refining pavilion.

The spirit fire on the forging table had long since died out, replaced by scattered manuscripts, scraps, and semi-finished products all over the table and floor.

After struggling with it all night, I finally managed to produce a few decent-looking finished products before dawn.

A dozen or so Mr. Angle models were neatly stacked on the workbench, ranging from basic models to vibration models to simulation models, with all kinds of models available.

Each one was measured precisely according to her own measurements, down to the smallest detail.

The material is a mixture of dragon bone powder and spirit jade marrow. The surface is polished to be smooth and warm to the touch. The vibration array pattern has been improved three times, making it more powerful and quieter.

She even made a wolf tooth design on the side, with the particles arranged neatly and the spacing calculated repeatedly to ensure it was neither too stimulating nor too unemotional.

Only the array inscription remains to be completed before it can be activated...

The door to the weapon-refining pavilion was suddenly pushed open.

A female disciple who came to do the daily cleaning carried a broom and was about to bow and greet him.

Lin Yanluo frantically rummaged through the pile of things into her arms, her face flushed red.

The female disciple couldn't see anything clearly; Lin Yanluo moved too quickly, and the pile of things was covered by her robe, so nothing was revealed.

But she was very sensible. Seeing the elder's reaction, she knew she had stumbled upon something she shouldn't have seen, so she quickly lowered her head, her voice tinged with panic.

"This disciple was unaware that the elder was here... This disciple will go out first..."

Lin Yanluo forced herself to remain calm and waved her hand.

"Ah... okay, it's alright, you don't need to clean today, I have other things to do."

The female disciple felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and when she left, she made sure to close the door tightly behind her.

Lin Yanluo was left alone in the pavilion again. She breathed a sigh of relief and put the things she had been carrying back on the table, a dozen or so neatly arranged.

She stared at the pile of things she had made herself, her cheeks growing hotter and hotter, and she couldn't help but put her hands in her mouth and bite them.

Anyone who sees such a large collection of Mr. Horns in various models, just like Mu Tianmiao's, would be itching to own one.

"I can't believe I actually did this much..."

She murmured to herself as she looked at the row of finished products, her voice growing softer and softer, her face turning increasingly red.

A minute or two later, there was a knock on the door of the weapon-refining pavilion.

"Elder Lin, Mu Tianmiao requests an audience."

Lin Yanluo shuddered when she heard the voice.

She quickly gathered the pile of things on the table, but then felt that gathering them up seemed too deliberate and made her look guilty, so she quickly pushed them back and arranged them as if nothing had happened.

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and the blush on her face faded visibly.

Instead, it was replaced by that standard little sissy face.

"Come in, you little punk, the door's unlocked."

Mu Tianmiao pushed open the door and entered, first bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Good morning, Elder Lin. This disciple has come to visit..."

He froze mid-sentence when his gaze fell on the workbench.

There were a dozen or so things neatly stacked on the table, dark purple, eggplant-shaped, of varying sizes, arranged in an orderly fashion.

The largest one is exactly the same size as him, and the vibrating sample next to it has the array pattern position carefully marked.

Next to it, the surface is covered with tiny, sharp spikes...

It's obviously the wolf fang version.

Each one is polished smooth and round, gleaming with a warm luster in the morning light.

Mu Tianmiao stared at the pile of dark purple eggplants, her lips twitching.

Lin Yanlu crossed her arms and smugly admired his expression.

Mu Tianmiao slowly walked over, picked up the widest one... the one that was about the same size as him... and then flicked it with his fingertip.

The material trembled slightly, and surprisingly, it was quite elastic, with a warm and supple feel that was seven or eight parts similar to the texture of real skin.

He squeezed it, and inexplicably felt a sense of empathy, as if he himself had been flicked, and quickly put it back on the table...

This feeling is truly amazing...

However, as he flicked the glass, he noticed that the lines of the array markings on the surface were somewhat...

The texture at the interface is not smooth enough...

"The array markings are a bit rough."

He was telling the truth.

Lin Yanlu shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not good at formations to begin with, so being able to carve this well is already an extraordinary achievement."

"Besides, this batch isn't for sale; it's something I made specifically for non-sale."

She pointed to the row of dark purple eggplants on the table.

"We used both dragon bone powder and dragon pearl powder. Such good materials can't be wasted, so we made them all into exclusive products."

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback.

"You mean... these things contain dragon blood?"

Lin Yanluo's expression instantly turned sinister, her lips curled up high, and her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"Hehe, that's right! All the dragon materials are in there, the same ingredients as the dragon love poison you were poisoned with before!"

"I plan to give one to Tang Ruoyin so she can experience it properly!"

Mu Tianmiao imagined Tang Ruoyin's expression when she received this gift and shuddered.

He didn't care about these two elders' private squabbles, nor could he control them. Anyway, if Tang Ruoyin wanted to settle scores, she would go to Lin Yanluo, not him...

"What about the regular version? The kind that's sold to the sect's disciples?"

He steered the conversation back on track.

Lin Yanluo turned around and took out a regular mold and several samples from another cabinet.

The standard version uses regular chalcedony, which is not bad in quality but not nearly as lustrous as the dragon version. The surface is plain with no texture, and it looks like an ordinary jade artifact.

The biggest difference is that it's bare, without any engraved formations.

"The mold and shape are finished, but the array patterns haven't been engraved yet."

Lin Yanluo stuffed the sample into his hand.

“My skills in array formations are really lacking. You should give it to Qin Shuxin and let her create array imprints. She is much better at this than I am.”

Chapter Seventeen: The Foolish and Soft-Hearted Qin Shuxin

Mu Tianmiao pointed to the row of dragon-patterned items on the table and asked, "What about these?"

Lin Yanlu waved her hand, looking impatient.

"You can take them all. I don't need them. I'll keep one for Tang Ruoyin, and you can keep the rest. Go on, don't get in my way."

Mu Tianmiao chuckled, and with a flick of his sleeve, swept all the black and purple horned figures on the table into his storage ring.

A dozen or so dragon-themed coins of various sizes, neatly arranged, all went into his pocket.

He bowed and thanked her, then turned and walked out, pondering in his mind about finding Elder Qin Shuxin to work on the formation.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he turned around, Lin Yanluo's small hand swiftly swept across the table, silently tucking the two horn sticks into her sleeve.

One is the largest, and one is the smallest.

The door to the weapon-refining pavilion closed, and the footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Lin Yanluo stood alone in front of the workbench, taking out the two horns she had secretly kept from her sleeve.

Holding the largest one in the left hand and the smallest one in the right, the contrast is so striking it makes one blush and their heart race.

She held the smallest one up to her eyes, then looked at the largest one, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips in a curve she herself wasn't even aware of.

The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating her slightly reddened ears.

She smiled as she carefully put away both Mr. Horns, then patted her flat chest...

The Formation Pavilion is the most deserted place in the Immortal Shadow Sect.

Unlike the bustling activity in the Alchemy Pavilion and the clanging sounds in the Weapon Forging Pavilion, this place is as quiet as a library.

As Mu Tianmiao walked up the stairs, he occasionally caught glimpses of a few disciples burying their heads in their desks, deep in thought about array diagrams, and they didn't even look up when he passed by.