Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Si Rong stopped in front of Qin Fengming who had just stood up. His delicate body was only a few feet away from Qin Fengming. A pair of smart eyes looked at Qin Fengming's face, with deep joy in his eyes.

As the female cultivator appeared closer, a body fragrance unique to female cultivators suddenly entered Qin Fengming's nose.

It was a strange aroma with a very gentle and warm meaning. At first smell, Qin Fengming almost became intoxicated by it and couldn't extricate himself from it.

This was the first time Qin Fengming had been with Si Rong at such a close distance, and he suddenly felt a sense of lust all over his body. It seemed that there was no strength in the body for an instant.

But Qin Fengming was not a mortal after all, nor was he a person who had been cultivated among flowers. When the female cultivator suddenly approached, he subconsciously took a step back.

It was rare for Qin Fengming to be so close to a female cultivator.

"You...you...congratulations to the fairy for recovering from the chronic illness." Qin Fengming's mind recovered quickly, and he whispered that he had recovered again.

Facing this female cultivator, Qin Fengming really didn't know how to resist.

"Well, yes, the runes and spells you taught are really effective, and the Soul-Destroying Soul-Slaying Pill is also very effective against the Demonic Netherworld Mist. Together, they finally cleared away the Demonic Netherworld Mist that invaded my body. . I really don’t know where you found this kind of elixir and the mysterious talisman."

Seeing Qin Fengming's embarrassment, Si Rong pursed his lips and chuckled, nodded his head lightly, and spoke with excitement in his mouth.

Eliminating the chronic diseases in the body is what Si Rong wants to see most. But when she returned to the Fengyang Clan this time, she didn't have high expectations for whether she could clear the demonic mist from her body.

It can be said that the Fengyang tribe knows the Demon Netherworld Mist better than any other ethnic group monks in the spiritual world.

However, no matter whether it is in the classics or hearsay, I have never heard of a monk clearing the demonic mist from his body.

The best thing to do is to use the power of elixir to suppress it.

Qin Fengming's elixir and talisman can be said to have set a precedent.

"The chronic illness in the fairy's body is gone. After you take some care, you can take a Tianluo Yuling Pill as appropriate. However, this Tianluo Yuling Pill is not easy to refine and may take a long time, so you don't have to be too anxious. I'll wait for you. It’s best to take it after your condition is calm. Now we can leave here.”

Qin Fengming was really at a loss when facing this enthusiastic female cultivator.

As he spoke, he wanted to escape from here.

"If you stay here for a while, Si Rong can still eat you. Don't leave first, I have something else to say." What made Qin Fengming groan in his heart was that although the female cultivator was no longer approaching him, she stretched out her hand to grab him. He intercepted and said.

At this point, he naturally could no longer insist on renunciation.

He stood still and did not speak. He just looked at the female cultivator and asked her to speak.

"Si Rong wants to ask you for something right now. I wonder if you agree?" The female cultivator blinked her big eyes, pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said directly.

"I wonder what you want? If it's the recipe for the Soul-Destroying Soul-Killing Pill, it's okay to give it to you." Qin Fengming was slightly startled, but soon thought of what the female cultivator wanted. Said without hesitation.

As he spoke the words, a blank jade slip appeared in his hand. With a slightly surprised expression on the female cultivator's face, she began to write the recipe for the soul-breaking and soul-killing pill.

Of course, what Si Rong wants is this soul-breaking and soul-killing elixir recipe.

There are many benefits in the Demon Soul Sea. Although it is listed as the most forbidden area in the Cang Yan Realm, some powerful people are still willing to risk their lives to enter it.

If there is a pill that can remove the demonic mist from the body, it will definitely be a huge benefit to the Fengyang clan for a long time to come.

Qin Fengming knew very well that since he had an inseparable relationship with the Fengyang clan, it was impossible not to leave something behind.

At this point, he definitely couldn't refuse Si Rong. Even as compensation, the soul-breaking and soul-killing elixir recipe must be given to the Fengyang clan.

Seeing the recipe for the scroll handed over by Qin Fengming, Si Rong said with surprise on his face:

"Thank you for your generous gift. This is a great contribution you have made to the Fengyang Clan. With this pill formula, as long as you put forward any conditions, the Fengyang Clan will definitely agree. You can list the materials you wanted to collect earlier. Leave it to the master, and she will naturally meet your conditions."

Holding the scroll in hand, Si Rong's heart was beating wildly.

The importance of this elixir can be said to be priceless. Qin Fengming could think of using this elixir to resolve the erosion of the Demonic Netherworld Mist, which was also an outrageous idea.

This elixir and the talisman alone are enough to get him any item he wants that the Fengyang clan has.

"Rong'er, has the demonic mist been removed from your body?" Jiang Miaorou asked immediately after seeing Qin Fengming and Si Rong emerge unscathed.

What she was most concerned about was the dark mist in Si Rong's body.

Because there was also demonic mist in her body, but it was suppressed by her using the power of the elixir. Although there is no abnormality, it is definitely not without hidden diseases.

Maybe when she encounters danger and her condition becomes unstable, the demonic mist will suddenly break out.

When that time comes, she will really be in danger.

"Master, his elixir is really effective. The chronic disease in Si Rong's body has been completely eliminated at this moment. And Brother Qin has already given this elixir to our Fengyang clan, and there is also a set of elixirs specially used to match the elixir. The magic techniques also stayed with our Fengyang clan."

Si Rong came to Jiang Miaorou, bowed and saluted, directly delivered the pill prescription to Jiang Miaorou, and said.

Hearing Si Rong's words, Jiang Miaorou looked overjoyed. He took the elixir scroll and put it directly into his arms without looking at it.

"Si Rong, did you inspire my Fengyang clan's oath spell earlier?" Jiang Miaorou did not look at Qin Fengming, but suddenly raised her head, looked at Si Rong, and asked directly.

When Si Rong heard this, he nodded without any strangeness and said: "Well, the disciple has indeed inspired the clan oath, and now he can go to the ancestral mausoleum to complete the follow-up matters."

Hearing the exchange between the two Fengyang female cultivators, Liyang's expression suddenly showed a strange expression.

Liyang looked at Master Jiang Miaorou and then turned to look at Qin Fengming. His eyes flickered, making Qin Fengming feel a little strange.

Liyang was not the only one who felt strange. Jiang Miaorou also sensed something unclear from Si Rong's words.

"Master, let Brother Qin complete the blood sacrifice of the ancestral mausoleum first, and the disciple will make arrangements for the rest." Seeing the strange expression on the master's face, Si Rong did not hesitate and spoke again.

Jiang Miaorou nodded and said nothing more. Then he led the three of them towards the ancestral land of the Fengyang Clan.

"What? You don't plan to join my Fengyang tribe? Is it true that Ronger is not worthy of you? You know, as long as Ronger is not bound by the demonic netherworld mist in her body, she can definitely cure the injuries in her body with a Tianluo Yuling Pill. It will be extremely easy to regain your Mahayana cultivation by then. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

A few days later, after Qin Fengming completed the blood sacrifice in the ancestral mausoleum, in Jiang Miaorou's cave, Jiang Miaorou finally knew the reason. She stared at Qin Fengming with a gloomy look on her face and asked in a sweet voice.