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

Inside the dungeon, faint light barely penetrated the narrow air vents, mixing with the musty and decayed air that permeated the surroundings, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

The ground was paved with rough stone slabs, which had become uneven and covered with moss after being trampled by countless footsteps.

There is a narrow passage in the center, with densely packed iron bars and cells on both sides.

Wen Jin's footsteps rang out in the corridor, blending with the faint sound of dripping water.

This was not her first time in the dungeon. The last time was when she interrogated Furong in Kunlun Immortal Sect.

However, the dungeon of Penglai seemed to be more gloomy, and the chilling feeling almost penetrated the bones, perhaps because more heinous people were imprisoned there - after all, Penglai controlled all matters of the entire world of immortal cultivation.

She looked to both sides with cold eyes. Behind the rusty railings, there were some ragged and dishevelled people lying in a mess.

The torches were fixed to the cold stone walls, and the faint light of the flames was reflected in the half-open eyes of these people.

His eyes were numb and empty.

Wen Jin's shadow twisted and stretched on the ground. She pursed her lips and quickened her pace.

Xie Chengfeng told her that Bai Xiuyuan was inside.

The reason she wanted to come and see that group of people was secondary. Her main purpose was to present Ji Yunmiao's plan to Bai Xiuyuan.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust Ji Yunmiao, it’s because Ji Yunmiao is in seclusion and she doesn’t know how to make pills or medicines.

After much thought, there is no one more suitable than Bai Xiuyuan in the entire Penglai Fairy Island.

She withdrew her gaze from the prison cell, urged the spiritual power in her body to force out the cold air, and hurried towards the place where Piaomiao Yinque and the others were imprisoned.

The white clothes of Piaomiao Yinque's group were too conspicuous in the dark dungeon...

Before Wen Jin got close, he saw the white ocean.

For a moment, I couldn't find where Bai Xiuyuan was.

"Here! Junior Sister!"

From a distance, Bai Xiuyuan saw Wen Jin's moon-white figure at the corner. He stood up from where he was squatting on the ground, waved at Wen Jin and shouted.

"Come this way." Bai Xiuyuan put down what he was doing, took Wen Jin and led him to the inner compartment.

"The man has woken up, and he started scratching his body after waking up," he said as he walked with Wen Jin, pausing in the middle of his speech, "He scratched his heart the most."

"What advanced version of the itching talisman have you developed?" Bai Xiuyuan asked with interest.

He was the first to develop the itching powder for fun, and Wen Jin was inspired to create the itching talisman. Now Wen Jin’s itching talisman doesn’t seem to be the same as the original one?

"It's just the effect of thousands of ants eating the heart," Wen Jin raised the corner of his mouth, seeming to be very satisfied with his new invention.

"Brother, can you try mixing the two medicines together?" she suggested tentatively.

For alchemists, creating this kind of effect is much simpler than for talismans practitioners, but I don’t know whether the elixir will still be effective after mixing.

Bai Xiuyuan nodded and opened the door.

The other monks who had only been affixed with soul-transforming talismans by Wen Jin were tied to crosses, with their heads hanging and not yet regaining consciousness. Only the leading man in black was locked in a special cage. There was almost no good meat on his body where the skin was exposed.

His cloak had fallen off as he was struggling and tumbling, and the clothes on his chest were torn. He seemed exhausted at the moment, with his hands covering his left chest, scratching it unconsciously.

Wen Jin frowned, firstly because he felt a little nauseous, and secondly because he felt that he was not happy enough.

Her eyes fell on her lower body, which was rarely taken care of by men, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

Bai Xiuyuan followed her gaze and immediately understood what she meant.

A moment later, when Wen Jin came in again, the man had completely lost consciousness.

The man's scream came through the crack in the door, and Wen Jin felt relieved. At this moment, he was in a good mood as he watched Bai Xiuyuan feed the man a pill to keep him alive, and then he cast a life-extending talisman.

Bai Xiuyuan's medicine was effective and the man quickly regained consciousness.

The itching on his body had been suppressed by the pain of skin ulcers and the severe pain in his lower body. The man could not accept the fact and was about to faint again - a basin of cold salt water was poured on his body.

“Ah——————” The man opened his mouth wide and let out a scream that was no less miserable than before.

Wen Jin looked at the painful man on the ground calmly and snorted coldly.

Bai Xiuyuan glanced sideways and saw Wen Jin calmly put away the basin in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Wen Jin asked.

"I! I...why..." The man looked at Wen Jin and Bai Xiuyuan in horror, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Why didn't you die?" Wen Jin tilted his head and asked, "The lord you mentioned cast a self-destruction curse on you, but you didn't die, right?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Wen Jin pulled out a mocking smile: "It seems that your strength is just that. You only know that puppets can prolong life, but you don't know the existence of high-level life-extending talismans."

Hearing this, the man's pupils dilated and he shook his head in horror: "Nonsense! Only puppetry...only puppetry is the supreme sacred art!!"

He held his head and repeated it over and over again.

Wen Jin rolled his eyes and kicked the cage holding the man without any hesitation: "What a self-righteous person! What a short-sighted person!"

"Shall we go, brother? I have something to give you."

After Wen Jin vented his anger, his expression returned to normal and he turned to ask Bai Xiuyuan.

"Ah!" Bai Xiuyuan came back to his senses, "Okay."

……

"Brother, take a look at this."

Stepping out of the teleportation array used exclusively by the peak master, on the Wandan Peak, Wen Jin shook her slightly dizzy head and handed the information given to her by Ji Yunmiao to Bai Xiuyuan.

Bai Xiuyuan took it, looked at Wen Jin and asked casually: "What is it? It's so mysterious, and you have to come back to tell me."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and flipped through the things in his hand.

“Wait—” He hissed, paused, and started again from the first page: “You…”

"Where did you get it?" He looked up.

"..." Wen Jin hesitated for a moment after hearing that. Previously, she was thinking of making up a story for herself, but now facing Bai Xiuyuan's bright eyes, she couldn't say such nonsense.

"It's Ji Yunmiao." Wen Jin confessed directly.

"What?" When Bai Xiuyuan heard those three words, he immediately felt that he had heard it wrong. He rubbed his ears with his hands and asked again: "Who?"

"Ji Yunmiao." Wen Jin said affirmatively.

"you sure?"

"I am sure."

"Just by looking at those puppets?"

"Yes." Wen Jin nodded.

"I don't think I can do it." Bai Xiuyuan still didn't give up.

"Well, he's a little better than you." Wen Jin said, stretching out his hand to gesture: "Just a little."

"He is a seventh-level alchemist, and now he is estimated to be about to break through to the eighth level."

Wen Jin pretended to be calm, but he felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart.

"..." Bai Xiuyuan fell silent, and his fingertips holding the rice paper tightened slightly: "I just broke through to the seventh level some time ago..."

Wen Jin smiled apologetically and said nothing.

Bai Xiuyuan seemed to be hit hard: "No, it's him! He has been practicing for less than 30 years! He is in the late stage of Spiritualization! He is a seventh-level alchemist?"

"Have I lived these hundreds of years in vain?" He pointed at himself in pain, took a step forward, and grabbed Wen Jin's arm: "Let him teach me!"

As he spoke, he looked Wen Jin up and down and said, "Junior sister, you have picked up a great bargain! Take me to see him!"

"Hmm..." Wen Jin said after careful consideration: "He was in seclusion yesterday."

Hearing this, Bai Xiuyuan became even more excited: "Retreat!"

He let go of Wen Jin's arm, stepped back, put his hand on his chin, and walked around happily: "It's good to be in seclusion!"

He hammered his palm and said, "Okay! I'll go to Fuyao Peak with you! I can protect him in seclusion while I study puppets and learn a little bit!"

Wen Jin looked at him like this, silent.

Brother, you didn't have this attitude before...

"Is it okay?" Bai Xiuyuan couldn't hear Wen Jin's inner complaints, so he turned around and asked interestedly.

"Okay." Wen Jin nodded.

Since the senior brother was determined to get closer to the male protagonist, it was naturally the best outcome for her to avoid having to mediate.

At this moment, on Fuyao Peak, Ling Tian was still wandering outside, completely unaware that Wen Jin had long forgotten his existence and had already sold him...