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

In his current state, to use the words from his previous life, he's like a teddy bear in spring, every pore on his body screaming that he wants to do something!

Li Xizhao crossed her legs, admiring her disciple's itchy expression, her tone becoming increasingly relaxed, as if she were teasing a puppy circling around her feet.

She slowly swirled the teacup in her hand, her eyes slightly upturned, her voice full of playful laughter.

"Master's Yin essence is a great tonic. It is the pure Yin power that a Nascent Soul cultivator has accumulated for nearly a thousand years."

"The minimum is the five-stage advancement in cultivation. In addition, there are body tempering, mind concentration, and meridian expansion. There are countless other benefits."

She turned her head to look at Mu Tianmiao, her lips curving into an even wider smile.

"How about it, are you excited?"

Mu Tianmiao nodded repeatedly, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, her eyes practically blazing with anger.

What does it mean to jump at least five stages in a row?

He is currently at the peak of the Golden Core stage. After five stages, he will be at least at the mid-stage or even late-stage of the Nascent Soul stage. This is equivalent to saving him hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, not to mention the extra benefits!

Tempering the body, concentrating the mind, and expanding the meridians—which of these isn't a fortune that cultivators dream of?

Most importantly! It's about getting intimate with Master!

Once it happens, it will happen again!

After that, I can live in Master's bed and be the groom every night!

Looking at him like this, Li tide took a satisfied sip of tea, then slowly added insult to injury, her tone casual yet every word carrying immense weight.

"So you'd better start training your body now, or you might not be able to break through later."

"The Yin essence of the Nascent Soul stage is not some soft tofu; it is an insurmountable chasm."

"If your physical body isn't strong enough, don't blame me if you end up lying on your master's body in a panic.

Mu Tianmiao was still immersed in the dream of leaping five levels in a row, and was thinking about how to make love with her master after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Suddenly, he froze.

He remembered a very serious problem: he didn't have any body-refining techniques.

These years of cultivation have focused entirely on swordsmanship and spiritual power. Although my physical body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it is no different from a piece of soft tofu compared to cultivators who specialize in body refinement.

If the Yin essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator is as solid as an insurmountable chasm, then his current physical body is like a dull knife, unable to even chisel through stone, let alone pierce through anything...

He raised his stiff neck to look at his master, his lips twitching slightly.

"Master...you did this on purpose, didn't you..."

Li Xizhao leaned back in the rocking chair, crossed her legs, her skirt swaying gently, laughing so hard she almost fell over.

The laughter was crisp and triumphant, lacking any of the majesty expected of a Nascent Soul stage expert.

She laughed for a while before calming down, wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, and winked at him.

"Yeah, it was intentional. I'm not going to teach you. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and added a sentence.

"What, you're allowed to annoy me, but I'm not allowed to tease you?"

When Mu Tianmiao came out of her master's bedroom, her expression was indescribably complicated.

On one hand, he was aroused by his master's words "eat Yin Yuan".

On the other hand, it was also quite a blow by the phrase "cannot be broken through".

He wandered aimlessly around the sect for a while, his mind filled with thoughts of body refinement, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the entrance of the weapon refining pavilion.

Lin Yanluo was squatting by the door, teasing a passing spirit cat. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and immediately saw Mu Tianmiao's conflicted and embarrassed expression.

She stood up, dusted off her hands, tilted her head and sized him up for several seconds, then spoke without any politeness.

"Hey, you little fish, what's wrong with you? Your face is turning red and green all the time, you look so conflicted and embarrassed, like you've been caught stealing some elixir."

Mu Tianmiao opened his mouth, then closed it again. He couldn't very well say...

"Is it because I'm afraid I won't be able to break through Master's Yin Yuan in the future that I want to refine my body?"

If these words were spoken aloud, they would spread throughout the entire Immortal Shadow Sect within half an hour.

"Elder Lin, I want to refine my body."

He got straight to the point.

"Aren't you a body cultivator? Could you give me some pointers?"

Lin Yanluo's eyes instantly turned strange.

She circled around Mu Tianmiao, looking her up and down, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"You want to pursue the path of dual cultivation of physical and magical techniques? You, a peak Golden Core cultivator, suddenly want to refine your body? Did the sect leader hit you in the head?"

Mu Tianmiao had no answer and could only nod.

Lin Yanluo looked him over from left to right, and probably felt that his expression didn't seem like he was joking, so she dropped her effeminate act, crossed her arms, and thought seriously for a moment.

Then the corners of her mouth curled up again, and she resumed her expression of enjoying the show.

"It's possible, but body tempering can't be rushed."

"In the beginning, you have to toughen your bones and temper your skin. You have to shed several layers of skin at each stage."

"Let me tell you this first, this is completely different from your Dharma practitioners' meditation and contemplation. You practice for one day and your whole body aches for three days, and you even tremble when you walk. Can you, a nobody, even do it?"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Great Scholar Mu, Dragon Whip as Medicine

Mu Tianmiao clenched her fist, her eyes resolute as if she were going into battle: "Yes! I definitely can!"

Lin Yanluo was startled by his sudden aura and leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow.

Before she could even open her mouth to tease him, Mu Tianmiao added another sentence, her voice very low, as if she was encouraging herself.

"For the sake of a happy life in the second half of my life, I definitely need to train my body, I definitely need to."

"A happy life in the second half of your life?"

Lin Yanlu tilted her head, blinked, and her mischievous smile gradually widened.

"What happy life, you little fish? Tell your older sister!"

Mu Tianmiao immediately shut her mouth, pressing her lips into a straight line, determined not to reveal a single word.

Lin Yanluo didn't press him for details, but just patted his arm with a smile that sent chills down his spine.

"Alright, since you're so determined, I'll lend you a hand. Body tempering is my specialty; I guarantee it'll transform you completely!"

"Come find me at the training ground behind the weapon-refining pavilion first thing tomorrow morning, and don't be late!"

Her tone was sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast to her usual way of calling him a nobody.

Mu Tianmiao instinctively felt something was wrong, but the words had already been spoken and there was no way out, so she could only bite the bullet and agree.

After he left, Lin Yanluo stood there with her hands behind her back, swaying on her tiptoes, her lips curled up high, and her bright eyes gleamed with an indescribable excitement.

She wasn't going to help obediently; her training plans were already popping into her head like crazy, each idea more outrageous than the last.

A week later.

Li Xizhao leaned against the soft couch in the bedroom, holding a book engraved on a jade slip in his hands. On the cover were five characters written neatly: The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

She was just idly flipping through the book, wanting to see what kind of story Qin Shuxin was so interested in, but once she opened it, she couldn't put it down.

From the windswept banks of the Qiantang River to the misty, rainy Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Jiangnan, and then to the sword duel atop Mount Hua, she watched with rapt attention.

Even Mu Tianmiao, who had been scolded by Lin Yanluo for the past few days and was crying and howling like a banshee, hadn't had time to care.

She turned the last page, closed the book, placed it on her lap, and gently stroked the cover with her fingers, her eyes showing a mixture of surprise and contemplation.

She originally thought this kid only had random, nonsensical thoughts in his head, but she never expected him to be able to write such a story.

Although this is a story set in the mortal world, it lacks the grandeur of cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao.

But that chivalrous spirit, that sense of righteousness, that patriotism and concern for the people, stirred the heart of even a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

"This kid has this kind of skill..."

She muttered to herself, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

"That's impressive."

"Looks like I need to promote you, kid~ My Immortal Shadow Sect has produced a great talent~"

Three days later, Mu Tianmiao was soaking in a huge pot of medicine.

It's more like a bronze cauldron for refining weapons than a medicine pot. It's more than half a person tall, with a spiritual fire burning underneath. The medicinal liquid inside is bubbling and releasing dark green bubbles.

The medicine pot emitted a pungent odor that was hard to describe as either bitter or spicy.

Mu Tianmiao only showed his head, his face covered with the residue of various herbs, and a piece of the internal organs of some unknown monster was still hanging on his hair.

It's like being boiled in a pot of pork offal soup...

Lin Yanluo stood beside the medicine pot, holding a still wriggling purple centipede in her hand.

The centipede was as long as a human arm, its entire body was purplish-black, its hundred legs were like hooks, and it made a faint hissing sound from its mouth.

Without even looking, she simply snapped the centipede in two with both hands, and the dark green juice splattered all over her hands.

She carelessly tossed the two still-twitching insect bodies into the medicine pot.

Mu Tianmiao grimaced as he watched the two centipede segments sink into the medicinal liquid. The dark green liquid quickly spread, deepening the color of the medicine pot.

"What are you looking at, you small fry?"

Lin Yanlu glared at him and wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand.

"This is the offspring of a powerful demon at the Golden Core stage, a highly poisonous centipede."

"Its mother was an old poison master at the Nascent Soul stage. It took me a lot of effort to kill the cub I stole. Others would love to have one."

"The offspring of a powerful demon at the Golden Core stage? Just like that, he was killed?"

Mu Tianmiao looked at the two centipedes in the pot that were still twitching slightly.

"It's like peeling sugarcane... Ugh..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain exploded on every inch of skin that the medicine had touched.

The feeling was like countless red-hot steel needles piercing his pores at the same time, drilling all the way into his meridians, or like being skinned and thrown into chili water. The pain made him bounce around in the medicine pot, and his head almost hit the edge of the bronze cauldron.

"Ouch! That hurts so much! It didn't hurt a moment ago!"

Mu Tianmiao gripped the edge of the cauldron tightly, his veins bulging.

Lin Yanluo slowly took out a small glass bottle from her bosom, which was half-filled with a bright green liquid.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, poured about half a bottle into the medicine pot, then stirred it with a long-handled spoon, her expression as calm as if she were cooking soup.

"Because that centipede was highly venomous. Its venom only penetrates the skin and is refined from the bone marrow layer after reacting with the medicinal liquid."

"I've poured out a third of the antidote; it should save your life."

"You'll have to carry the remaining two-thirds on your own; this process will take about two hours."

She put the glass bottle back into her arms, patted Mu Tianmiao's wet head, and spoke in a sweet voice as if she were coaxing a child.

"I'll pull you out and save you before you die, don't worry."

"Just bear with it and it will pass. Once you get through it, you'll become stronger. Keep going, you little fish."

"Is this your evil cultivation shortcut?" Mu Tianmiao's face was contorted in pain.

His ten fingers gripped the edge of the bronze cauldron so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lin Yanluo was stirring the medicine soup with a long-handled spoon when she heard this and immediately became unhappy. She slammed the spoon against the edge of the pot, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about, you nobodies? I'm not an evil cultivator. Evil cultivators steal other people's life energy to cultivate themselves, that's what makes them evil cultivators."

"I'm treating you like a tool, refining you with all my might. Have you ever seen any evil cultivator go to such lengths to help someone refine their body?"

Just as Mu Tianmiao was about to retort, another wave of intense pain struck, as if countless red-hot wires were simultaneously tightening and loosening deep within her bone marrow.

He couldn't say anything except "Holy shit!"

Lin Yanluo nodded in satisfaction and continued stirring her medicinal soup, humming an unknown tune.