Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Combining what Ji Yunmiao had just asked, Wen Jin finally realized the fact that "Ji Yunmiao seemed to be nervous."

Ji Yunmiao said "hmm", and suddenly relaxed a lot after hearing what Wen Jin said, and his hands moved a lot more smoothly: "You are the first one."

Wen Jin nodded with satisfaction and said nothing more.

As Ji Yunmiao entered the state, his movements became more and more skillful. He first picked out the herbs one by one, then used his spiritual power to wash away the impurities again and again. Then he threw them into the alchemy furnace that had already been heated according to the order and dosage. Then he began to use his spiritual power to break down and fuse the herbs in the furnace one by one.

It's not that difficult! Wen Jin looked at Ji Yunmiao, who had entered a state of meditation as his consciousness drifted into the alchemy furnace, and began to figure it out.

I heard from novels that fire spirit roots are most suitable for alchemy. I don’t know why the original owner didn’t try it?

Wen Jin thought about it and shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. These were things to come after settling down. For now, he should just draw some useful talismans!

……

After noon, a disciple knocked on the doors of Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao's rooms on time.

At this time, Ji Yunmiao had just collected the second batch of pills, and Wen Jin was leaning over to see what he was refining.

"Some poison pills." Ji Yunmiao put away the alchemy furnace and handed one of the small porcelain bottles to Wen Jin.

Wen Jin had just taken it and hadn't opened it when there was a knock on the door.

"Master Wen, Master Ji, Master Que invites you two to attend the meeting within the sect right now."

The disciple's emotionless voice sounded from outside the door. Wen Jin immediately took the porcelain bottle, exchanged a glance with Ji Yunmiao, and directly opened the door.

"I heard Qingzhi say that a long time ago. I've been waiting for someone to call me."

She put on a smiling look, turned around and spoke sweetly to Ji Yunmiao in front of the disciple.

Ji Yunmiao had never been stared at like this by Wen Jin, let alone spoken to him like this, so he coughed twice and shifted his gaze from Wen Jin to the disciples outside the door: "Please lead the way."

"Of course." The disciple answered calmly without any strange expression on his face, then turned around and flew up on his sword.

Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao followed.

"Do you feel that there is something wrong with him?" Wen Jin whispered to Ji Yunmiao.

Ji Yunmiao quickly sent back a message: "Too empty?"

Wen Jin gave an affirmative answer.

Ji Yunmiao's eyes were fixed on the disciple leading the way in front: he didn't see this disciple make any unnecessary movements throughout the whole process. It was a bit strange that a disciple with the cultivation level of Jindan stage could control the spirit sword to such an extent.

"Junior Sister." Xie Chengfeng's voice suddenly appeared in Wen Jin's mind.

She subconsciously looked around calmly, found that there was no one around, and then looked down.

At this moment, she is less than a kilometer away from Xianzhi Pavilion. If she could transmit sound, she should be very close to Senior Brother Xie at that moment, so... was Senior Brother Xie reporting her location?

Wen Jin's spiritual sense probed back, secretly made a mark at the place he had just passed, and finally landed in front of the door of Xianzhi Pavilion.

……

Wen Jin and Lu Qingzhi, who was sitting on the stage, looked at each other from a distance, separated by more than ten thousand disciples. They couldn't see each other's expressions clearly, but they inexplicably had a feeling of telepathy.

The disciple led Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao to the second floor and took them into a private room separately.

Wen Jin took a closer look and found that the cultivators entering and leaving the private rooms on the second floor were all young faces, and most of them were at the late Nascent Soul stage.

For a sect with a history of millions of years, this is an extremely abnormal phenomenon.

It is really strange that the management is in the late Nascent Soul stage, but has loyal Spiritualization stage cultivators as thugs under him.

Wen Jin withdrew his gaze, passed by the disciple who had led the way and was now standing at the door of the private room, and walked into the room with Ji Yunmiao one after another.

The private room is surrounded by walls on three sides, except for the wall facing the central area of ​​the pavilion, which is empty. It is replaced by a row of non-hollow solid wood carved railings that are waist-high.

Wen Jin placed her hand on the railing, sliding it from left to right. She stared at the carvings on the railing, her eyes deepening a little.

The runes that could suppress the burst of spiritual power were not drawn on the talisman paper, but were instead integrated with the carvings.

Since the person behind the scenes wanted to target her, he should know that she is one of the best talisman practitioners in the world of immortal cultivation, so... this talisman should have been left by Fairy Piaomiao.

As expected of a man who has lived for a million years, he has so many tricks! Wen Jin sighed silently, and then moved his fingers and gently changed a few strokes on the carving.

The spiritual energy flowed through the carvings and runes and was eventually absorbed into the wood. An inconspicuous white light flashed slightly, and everything returned to calm.

If there is something strange on this railing, then the outside of the Xianzhi Pavilion...

Wen Jin released his spiritual power and divine consciousness, and silently wandered around the Xianzhi Pavilion. As expected, he discovered many runes mixed in with the carvings outside the pavilion.

A rune that can automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transform into a protective barrier outside the Xianzhi Pavilion.

Wen Jin's eyes flickered. She had only seen this kind of rune in books, and the method of drawing it had been lost in the world of immortal cultivation for at least a million years, which directly confirmed her previous thoughts.

However, this also shows that there was a very powerful talisman master in the early days of the establishment of Piaomiao Xianque.

If Fairy Piaomiao herself could live so long, then would this great talisman cultivator also be alive until now, hiding in some corner?

Thinking of this, a thin layer of cold sweat covered Wen Jin's back.

She felt as if someone was watching her every move from behind, and her hands and feet started to feel cold.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

Someone grabbed her wrist, lifted her hand up, and stuffed a cup of warm tea into her hand.

Wen Jin's hand was holding the teacup, slowly tightening, and she looked up at Ji Yunmiao. The temperature from the teacup slowly transferred to her fingertips and palms, and at the same time, a dry warmth came from her wrists. She stared at Ji Yunmiao for a while, lowered her eyes to look at the tea in her hand, and her hands and feet gradually warmed up, and she said "hmm".

The spiritual energy gently passed over the wood grain, and the runes were tampered with silently.

She didn't know how to draw such a rune, but the principle of destroying the rune was the same. Even if the rune master was really alive until now, he hadn't appeared yet? The most important thing now was to solve the turmoil in Piaomiao Yinque. As for the establishment of Piaomiao Yinque and the possession of the Piaomiao Fairy, that was a story for the future.

Wen Jin sat back in his chair, holding the teacup, waiting for the meeting to begin.

……

The monks who were sitting on the chairs on both sides of Lu Qingzhi arrived one by one. Lu Qingzhi lowered her eyes and counted the time silently in her heart.

Without instructions from the person behind the veil, she couldn't say a word.

"Now, silence." A voice without any emotional instructions sounded in her mind. It was the man's voice.

She raised her hand and said "Silence" in a cold voice.

The sect meeting begins now.