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

As she stirred, she quietly reached behind her back and gently touched her storage ring.

A dark purple object slid silently into the medicine pot and sank into the dark green liquid without even a splash.

Several more bubbles rose from the bottom of the pot, and their color seemed to have darkened, but Mu Tianmiao was fighting the deadly poison with her eyes closed and didn't notice anything had been quietly added in.

The dragon whip of that dragon quietly released some indescribable medicinal effects into the medicinal soup.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lin Yanluo, what did you put out?!

Mu Tianmiao was enduring the excruciating pain of the poison's bone-chilling effects with her eyes closed when she suddenly felt a sensation on both sides of her lower back...

To be precise, a surge of heat suddenly rose from the area between the two kidneys.

The heat was completely different from the burning pain of the venom; it didn't penetrate from the outside in, but surged out from deep within his body, as if someone had lit a fire in his waist.

It's like a hot spring bubbling and rolling in your kidney meridian.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable part of the body reacted uncontrollably, causing the dark green liquid in the medicine pot to sway slightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down into the medicine pot. There was a dark red, fist-sized object at the bottom of the pot. It was shaped like a cashew nut and covered with fine blood vessels. It was slowly rotating in the medicine liquid.

Each rotation releases a wisp of pale red mist.

The mist seeped into his skin along with the medicinal liquid, and the heat in his lower back intensified.

"Lin Yanluo! What did you put in here again?!"

Mu Tianmiao was so anxious that he stopped calling Elder Lin, and his voice even changed tone.

Lin Yanluo stood beside the medicine pot, still holding the long-handled spoon in her hand, blinking innocently.

"The dragon's kidneys, aren't you going to refine your body? The dragon's kidneys are a great tonic, invigorating the kidneys and strengthening yang, fortifying muscles and bones, and have miraculous effects on body refinement."

“I specifically asked Tang Ruoyin for it. She was originally going to use it to refine pills, but I told her to give it to the small fry first, and she gave it to me right away.”

She spoke with such conviction that she didn't seem to be joking at all.

Then she pointed to the bottom of the pot and added.

"Oh right, I also put in a dragon whip just now, the one you left with me last time. I figured since they're both dragon materials, it'd be better to boil them together."

"Look how energetic you are now."

Mu Tianmiao looked down in the direction she was pointing and, sure enough, saw the dragon kidney slowly rotating next to the dark purple divine object.

He felt his lower back getting hotter and hotter, and a certain part of his body becoming more and more energetic. Meanwhile, the excruciating pain from the poison in his body continued. The pain above was unbearable, and the lower part felt like it was about to explode. It was like experiencing both ice and fire.

"What kind of body did you cultivate for me, holy crap?!"

Mu Tianmiao's voice echoed above the weapon refining pavilion.

A few days later, Mu Tianmiao finally emerged from Lin Yanluo's grueling body-refining ordeal.

On the last day, after soaking in the medicinal pot, his legs were weak when he climbed out of the bronze cauldron.

The skin all over my body has shed countless layers, and the new flesh has a faint sheen. When you press it with your finger, it feels much firmer than before.

He stood at the entrance of the weapon-refining pavilion, glanced back at the still bubbling bronze cauldron, and felt as if he had just walked through hell.

Lin Yanluo leaned against the door frame, a spirit herb dangling from her mouth, and waved at him, still sporting that typical little devil's face.

"You've made it through the first phase, you little minions. Take a couple of days off before coming back. I've even prepared some monster cubs for you for the second phase."

Mu Tianmiao walked down the mountain without looking back, her steps unsteady, her mind filled with only one thought: to go back and get a good night's sleep...

These past few days, he's been soaking in a pot of medicine, poisonous and containing dragon kidney toxins. He hasn't had a full night's sleep, and now all he wants to do is lie down on his bed and close his eyes until dawn.

He was dragging his weary steps to the vicinity of the square halfway up the mountain when he suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps and chattering sounds coming from afar.

Looking up, I saw a group of female disciples running over from the square, at least twenty or thirty of them, some of them carrying books.

Some were waving calligraphy brushes, while others had even lost a shoe while running and didn't bother to pick it up.

Before Mu Tianmiao could react, she was surrounded.

The women surrounded him from all sides, filling his nostrils with the scents of perfumes and flowers.

The noise made his already drowsy head spin even more.

"Senior brother, senior brother! Can I get your autograph?"

"Uncle-Master! I want an autograph too! I want it signed in this book!"

"Could you please sign this book, sir? I queued for ages to finally get my hands on it!"

Mu Tianmiao was so confused by their back-and-forth chatter that it took her a while to see what they were waving around.

Each brand-new book had the words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" neatly written on its cover.

In the corner, there is also the Immortal Shadow Sect's Flowing Cloud Mark, with a line of small characters below: Written by Mu Tianmiao!

Mu Tianmiao didn't bother to investigate who printed or distributed the book; with dozens of bright eyes staring at him, there was no escaping it.

He could only accept the brush from the first female disciple and quickly sign his name on her book.

The female disciple, holding the book, blushed as red as a boiled shrimp, and was pushed and shoved out by the senior sisters behind her.

After I finished signing one book, seven or eight more were immediately handed to me.

More and more people gathered, and disciples who had heard the news were also rushing over from the square, running towards this side in twos and threes.

After signing more than a dozen books, Mu Tianmiao's hands were almost numb. Seeing the crowd getting thicker and thicker, he couldn't take it anymore and secretly cast a Wind Escape Technique.

A gentle breeze arose beneath my feet, and I darted through the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye around the bend in the mountain path at the end of the square.

A group of female disciples were still stretching out their arms, waiting for his autograph, when they suddenly realized that the person in the middle was gone, and they looked at each other in confusion.

After a two-second silence, they started blaming each other again.

"It's all your fault for pushing so hard just now, you pushed Senior Brother away!"

"It was clearly you, senior sister, who pulled his sleeve!"

"Who stepped on my shoe?!"

They chattered and made a complete mess of things.

Mu Tianmiao didn't look back and ran wildly towards the Array Pavilion.

Mu Tianmiao rushed to the Array Pavilion without stopping, and as soon as she entered, she sensed that something was wrong.

The usually quiet Array Pavilion had several more disciples today, but they weren't doing any work.

They stood at the top of the stairs, peering upstairs with increasingly subtle expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Mu Tianmiao looked up following their gaze.

A female disciple lowered her voice, as if she were sharing some earth-shattering secret.

"Senior Brother, Elder Qin is acting strange today. She's actually getting her hair done."

Mu Tianmiao was stunned for a moment.

Qin Shuxin is getting her hair done? Qin Shuxin, who has only studied formation books for over a hundred years and has no knowledge of even basic sexuality, is actually getting her hair done?

He rushed up to the tenth floor, and the moment he opened the door, the scene before him almost made him think he had entered the wrong room.

Qin Shuxin was sitting with her back to the door in front of a half-length bronze mirror that had been taken from the warehouse, her hands raised behind her head, struggling with her ten-meter-long white hair.

Several hair ties were scattered on the ground, some of them already broken, indicating the intensity of the battle.

Her technique was shockingly clumsy; when she gathered the hair on the left side, the hair on the right side would slip down, and she barely managed to get both sides together.

The hair in the middle slipped out from between her fingers again.

After struggling for who knows how long, she finally managed to tie up a crooked ponytail, uneven and hanging loosely behind her head, with a few strands of white hair falling down from both sides, making it look like a haystack that had been blown down by the wind.

Mu Tianmiao stood at the door, unsure whether to praise her or help her.

Qin Shuxin saw his reflection in the bronze mirror, turned her head, and still had that expressionless look on her face.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was odd... as if he were a little... embarrassed?

"You've come..."

Chapter Thirty: Qin Shuxin's Change

Mu Tianmiao sighed, swallowed back the question she wanted to ask, walked behind Qin Shuxin, and took the few hair ties that had been torn to shreds from her hand.

"We'll talk about the book later, let's get our hair done first."

Qin Shuxin sat quietly, her back straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, like a porcelain doll.

Mu Tianmiao stood behind her and first used his hands to gather up the strands of white hair that were spread all over the ground.

The hair feels slightly cool to the touch, as smooth as flowing water, but much heavier than regular hair.

Each strand of hair is engraved with tiny runes, and you can feel the dense spiritual energy fluctuations just by holding it in your hand.

He roughly estimated that this ten-meter-long head of white hair must weigh at least several dozen kilograms. She walked around with such heavy hair on her head every day, and her neck didn't break.

However, we can't judge her by the standards of an ordinary person... after all, she's a cultivator...

As Mu Tianmiao smoothed his hair, his fingers inadvertently touched the back of her neck. Qin Shuxin's shoulders twitched slightly, but she quickly relaxed, maintaining her calm expression.

Mu Tianmiao divided her hair into several sections, temporarily fixed them with her spiritual power, and then layered them on top of each other.

Her hair was so thick and long that he could only tie the top part of her head into a small bun first, then wrap the rest of her hair around it layer by layer, and finally pull out an extra thread from the plain white ribbon around her waist to secure the entire bun.

He looked at his work.

A neat bun was tied high on her head, with a ribbon tied into a bow at the bottom of the bun, and the silk threads at both ends hanging down from the sides of the bun, swaying gently behind her ears.

He examined it closely and thought the bow was tied quite well, better than any bow he had tied for any girl in his previous life.

Qin Shuxin turned her head left and right in front of the bronze mirror, the bow in her hair swaying gently with her movements.

She raised her hand and pinched the bow, her fingertips tracing the ribbon twice. Suddenly, her usually empty and lifeless eyes lit up.

Mu Tianmiao held onto the back of the chair and looked down at her.

"Does it look good?"

Qin Shuxin nodded, her gaze still fixed on the unfamiliar reflection in the bronze mirror. She turned her head back and forth, as if trying to confirm that the person in the mirror was indeed her.

She reached out and pinched the bow again, her lips twitching very slightly, so slightly as to be almost imperceptible, but it was definitely moving.

Mu Tianmiao looked at her face in the bronze mirror and suddenly felt a little dazed.

He originally came here just to ask about the storybook, but unexpectedly saw Qin Shuxin, whom he had never seen before.

The array elder, who always had a furrowed brow, an expressionless face, and didn't even recognize Mr. Horn, was now making a bow in front of the mirror, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes.

Is that book really that magical?

I've read them myself... but aren't they just martial arts novels...?

Qin Shuxin examined herself in the bronze mirror for a moment, then raised her right hand, and a soft white light shone from her fingertips.

The light spread along her hair, like a transparent film wrapping around her entire hairstyle.

The two ends of the bow are slightly upturned, swaying gently in the halo of light.

She lowered her hand, and the white light on her hair gradually faded, leaving only the extremely fine patterns flowing on the ribbon.

She cast a styling spell on her hair so that she could tie it up with her spiritual power next time, without having to fight against her ten-meter-long white hair anymore.

She stood up from in front of the bronze mirror, turned to look at Mu Tianmiao, still with that expressionless face, but her tone seemed to have gained a tiny bit more lightness.

Thank you.

Mu Tianmiao felt her heart skip a beat.

The little white-haired girl in front of him, wearing a bow he had tied himself, thanked him in a naive yet earnest tone.

The destructive power is simply too great!

She knows nothing, pretends nothing, and doesn't even know what cuteness is. It's precisely this natural innocence that makes her so irresistible.

He quickly told himself twice that business was more important, and forcefully suppressed the urge to pat her head.

He cleared his throat and said seriously:

"Elder Qin, I've come to ask you about that copy of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Who did you show it to?"