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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千一百三十二章 祭炼魔婴

Lin Xuan was left pondering a question that puzzled him. However, at this moment, he naturally had no mood to worry about anything.

With a wave of his sleeve robe, two top-grade crystal stones emitted a dazzling light and flew into the array.

Everything was ready now.

The next crucial step was to take the spirit pill and use the array to refine the demon infant once more. Once the隐患 were removed, not only would his cultivation be smooth sailing, but his strength would also increase slightly.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and finally swallowed that bright red transmigration pill. He then quickly sat cross-legged, placing both hands on his knees.

The essence energy within him began to circulate as it started to refine the transmigration pill. Soon, a warm sensation spread through his body. Lin Xuan's face remained expressionless, but his eyes were filled with gravity.

From his fingertips, colorful magical runes shot out. The black and white Taiji symbol at the demon infant's feet glowed faintly and began to rotate slowly. Countless silver needles appeared, followed by a piercing sound as the demon infant was completely pierced all over.

Outside the array, Lin Xuan's body trembled violently. While it looked like he was being pricked with silver needles, the pain for his spirit infant was magnified a thousandfold compared to a normal cultivator.

What seemed like climbing a mountain of knives or descending into a sea of fire paled in comparison. Lin Xuan's willpower was incredibly strong, but even so, his face contorted from the pain. This was just the beginning of refining the demon infant.

The greater the harvest, the greater the sacrifice. The path to immortality was inherently against nature. Refining the demon infant would be painful, as it was a shortcut, but if successful, it would bring countless benefits to Lin Xuan.

The demon infant could advance in rank.

Lin Xuan had confidence that he could elevate him to late-stage spirit infant.

With two late-stage spirit infants, his strength wouldn't simply be twice that of two ordinary cultivators. At that time, Lin Xuan would truly have the confidence to challenge a senior from the Separation realm. While his magical power might still fall short slightly, with his superior techniques and treasures compared to his peers, killing Wise Enlightenment Monk wasn't impossible.

Thinking about the grudge between them and the Thousand Buddha Sect, enduring this hardship was nothing.

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth and endured another magical rune. The Nine Palaces symbol also lit up, emitting a sharp force that transformed into razor-sharp blades.

Seeing this, Wu Yun'er felt a chill run down her spine. She turned away, unable to bear the sight of her master suffering. Although she understood it was necessary, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, even though painful, the rewards would be greater after enduring it.

On the other side,

While Lin Xuan was undergoing this arduous training, in another building within the same courtyard, an elegant young woman stood by the window.

Though not breathtakingly beautiful, her youthful appearance and alluring figure made Lady Ouyang a true beauty of her generation.

Moreover, she was currently poisoned, making her pale face even more pitiful.

Beside her stood Wu Yun'er with a mischievous look on her face.

"Master, do you think Senior Uncle will be alright?" Wu Yun'er looked towards the distant building, her expression filled with concern as she spoke.

When the array activated and released abundant essence energy, it was only about seven or eight zhang away. They could feel the fluctuations, so they came to the window.

Even though she gazed out, it was all for naught. Lin Xuan had set up an array to block their view, making it impossible to see anything.

"I don't know either." Lady Ouyang sighed softly, her eyes filled with anxiety as well.

"Neither do you? Then Senior Uncle's reasons for seclusion haven't been mentioned to Master?" Wu Yun'er was clearly surprised.

Lady Ouyang shook her head. Lin Xuan acted like his experiences—mysterious and unpredictable, leaving people guessing.

However, upon reflection, there were signs of this. That day when they talked, Lin Xuan suddenly showed signs of pain on his face before quickly recovering. This was likely related to his seclusion.

Without saying anything, it might be because he didn't want her to worry. But this fool, how could he not know that such a vague situation would make her even more anxious?

Lady Ouyang pondered this but wouldn't show any signs of unease on her face. Yun'er was too mischievous; if she noticed anything amiss, it would be awkward.

She looked at the distant building deeply and felt worried as well. Although she didn't know why Lin Xuan secluded himself, becoming a major cultivator in two hundred years was cause for celebration. However, the rapid advancement concealed many hidden dangers, and there was nothing she could do to help him. She only hoped he wouldn't be harmed.

Just then, Lady Ouyang's body trembled as black qi appeared on her cheeks. The spider venom from the Heavenly Spider Vessel was complex and had become more frequent in recent days.

Seeing this, Wu Yun'er quickly helped her sit down and took out several small jade bottles.

Looking at the pills in her master's hand, Lady Ouyang's eyes widened with surprise: "These were given to Brother Lin."

"Yes, before Senior Uncle secluded himself, he once summoned me for a meeting and bestowed countless spirit pills that can counteract the剧毒 within Master." Wu Yun'er replied obediently. She then smiled: "Sometimes Senior Uncle may seem wooden, but deep down, he's quite considerate."

"Rubbish," Lady Ouyang glared at the young woman beside her.

She coughed repeatedly. Seeing this, Wu Yun'er stopped talking and quickly served her master by taking the spirit pills Lin Xuan left behind. Time passed swiftly for cultivators; dozens of days felt like a blink of an eye.

But for Lin Xuan, these past few years had been like a hellish ordeal. The previous Heart Refinement Path—experiencing fiery mountains or enduring ten-thousand-year-old ice—had all paled in comparison to this experience.

The spirit infant was the foundation of a cultivator; the pain was tenfold that of the body. While he knew what to expect, experiencing it firsthand was entirely different.

Lin Xuan's willpower was beyond doubt. After being mocked and excluded by the Moon Sect for three years while lingering in the early stage of agility, he never gave up but instead refined his heart.

This was a worthy testament to his indomitable spirit. However, this time, he almost couldn't hold on. To be honest, these dozens of days had left Lin Xuan somewhat confused about how he managed to endure it.

The pain pushed him to the brink of his endurance, but no matter what, he always persevered.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and shot out another magical rune. The sound grew louder until it finally subsided, and the essence energy around him dimmed. With the refinement complete, he naturally needed to terminate the array.

Looking at the two top-grade crystal stones in front of him, their colors had significantly faded. It was clear that the essence energy inside them was nearly depleted. This reflected the trials Lin Xuan endured; the two crystal stones were ultimately used to refine the demon infant.

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