Lin Xuan felt something familiar. From the broken pill furnace, some red and white things were scattered, mottled and impure. It was obvious that the refined pill failed.
The old man frowned and thought hard. Naturally, the two women did not dare to disturb him and stood with their hands tied. As for Lin Xuan, he seemed to be respectful, but in fact, his thoughts kept spinning in his mind.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
After a cup of tea, the old man finally sighed and recovered his thoughts.
"Martial Nephew Long, if you are not out patrolling, why are you here here?"
"Uncle Qi, Senior Brother Murong recommended this fellow Daoist Lin, saying that he admires our sect and wants to join." The woman in red bowed and spoke with unusual respect.
"Hmph, the recruitment meeting has long passed. What, is this kid good at alchemy?" The old man said in a cold tone, while scanning Lin Xuan's body with his spiritual consciousness.
Of course, judging from his cultivation in the middle stage of pill condensation, he couldn't tell much.
"Junior has met senior." Lin Xuan took two steps forward and bowed respectfully: "Junior has admired your sect for a long time and sincerely wants to join. As for the art of alchemy, I did learn it by chance before.
Second, for example, there is some refining experience for the Sanyang Soul Refining Pill."
"What?" As soon as these words came out, not to mention the two women were stunned, even the old man surnamed Lei almost jumped up from his seat, his face full of suspicion: "What are you talking about, this Sanyang Soul Forging Pill, you have ever
Refined."
"Yes." Lin Xuan nodded, his expression calm and not at all uneasy.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully from head to toe again.
"Okay, if you can really refine this kind of elixir, you will have no problem getting started, and I can accept you as a registered disciple."
Named disciple?
Lin Xuan was speechless for a while after hearing this, but of course he had to pretend to be extremely happy on the surface.
"You two, go down!"
"yes!"
The two women saluted together, turned around and left.
After a while, the back figure disappeared in the corridor, but with Lin Xuan's powerful consciousness, their whispered conversation fell clearly into his ears.
"Junior Sister Long, where does this Fellow Daoist Lin come from? Even my uncle has not succeeded in refining the Sanyang Soul Forging Pill, yet he actually dares to boast about it in Haikou."
"Senior Sister Ning, my younger sister has already said that he was recommended by Senior Brother Murong. I only met him a moment before you, so I don't know." The woman in red sighed and defended herself with a wry smile.
"Well, looking at him, he looks calm and collected, and he doesn't seem to be boasting. If he is accepted as a registered disciple by Master Lei, he will have a bright future." After talking about it, the face of the woman in white actually showed something.
A look of envy.
"Isn't that right? Although among the elders in charge of the peak now, Master Lei is not the highest in cultivation, but he has always been highly regarded by the peak master. I heard that the master intends to let him take charge of Danyang Pavilion..."
"Junior sister." Before the woman in red finished speaking, she was interrupted by the woman named Ning: "You and I can spread these unverified rumors. If they fall into the ears of that uncle, you and I will
But I couldn’t eat it and walked away.”
The woman in red stuck out her tongue, and the two women did not dare to say more and walked away quickly.
A thoughtful look flashed across Lin Xuan's face. He had just arrived, and naturally he didn't know much about the filth on Fire Cloud Peak. However, he could also infer from a few words that the old man in front of him had a high position and he should be on the line.
There are great benefits.
Of course, the strange color on Lin Xuan's face was just a flash, and the other party didn't notice anything.
"Can my little friend really refine the Three Yang Soul Forging Pill?"
"Yes, I'm at least 70% sure, but..." When Lin Xuan said this, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"What?" the old man said eagerly.
"Senior is a master of alchemy, so he must also know the rules. I need a separate quiet room, and no one can disturb me. Even senior, I can't watch from the sidelines." Lin Xuan's face was full of worry.
He seemed to be afraid that the other party would be angry. Of course, all of this was deliberately pretended by him.
"That's no problem." The old man waved his hand, showing no dissatisfaction: "As long as you can refine this elixir, all conditions and everything are up to you."
This is not because the old man surnamed Lei is so generous and selfless. The reason is that he only needs the Sanyang Soul Refining Pill and does not care much about the specific refining method.
Because this elixir is very rare, ordinary monks cannot use it at all.
This matter has given the old man surnamed Lei a headache for several years. To trace the origin, it can be traced back to one of his travels. That time he went to Sanning Prefecture for business, but unexpectedly discovered that he still had a line of descendants in the secular world.
Those who cultivate immortality are not heartless. The old man surnamed Lei was so happy that he couldn't help but go to take care of him. It turned out that among the descendants, there was a junior who had very good qualifications for cultivating immortals.
Holy Spirit Root!
There are only a handful of disciples with such heaven-defying qualifications among their nine sects. Once a mortal appears, it is common for them to start a few battles just to rob them.
After all, it is extremely easy for people with Holy Spirit roots to build foundations and form elixirs. As long as they work hard and add some opportunities, it is not uncommon to form a Nascent Soul.
Now that a descendant who was related to him by blood actually appeared, the old man surnamed Lei danced with joy. What else could he say? He immediately took him back to the sect and prepared to personally train and train him.
However, as the saying goes, extreme joy brings sorrow. Perhaps it was because of his great aptitude that he was jealous. Soon, a bolt from the blue made the old man surnamed Lei stupid.
His junior had the Holy Spirit, but he was born with a missing soul.
As we all know, everyone has three souls and seven souls, but we don't know if there was something wrong with the reincarnation when Miss Lei was reincarnated in her previous life.
You are born with one less soul than ordinary people.
If she just planned to be an ordinary mortal, it might be okay. At least for more than ten years, her relatives and friends have not seen any difference between her and the girls around her. However, if she wants to become an immortal, this problem is huge.
Losing one soul means that her soul power and consciousness will naturally have huge loopholes, and the chance of becoming possessed is much greater than that of ordinary people. If there is one fault, she may be irrecoverable.
In other words, she is not suitable to embark on the immortal path.
But the Holy Spirit... When the old man surnamed Lei thought of this, he couldn't help but curse. Isn't this God's deliberate joke? Is such a good qualification wasted in vain?
You can imagine the blow if you hope to be disappointed later, not to mention that the woman is related to him by blood, Elder Lei is not willing to give up no matter what.
So he put aside all matters of cultivation and read ancient books wholeheartedly, hoping to find remedies from the wisdom of his predecessors.
Hard work paid off. After reading thousands of volumes of classics, the old man named Lei finally saw a glimmer of hope for solving the problem from a certain broken ancient book.