Chapter 838: Deep Love for the Child
Song Wen was looking for the corpse evil spirit mainly to refine Gou Jun's corpse, and wanted to refine it into a fourth-order late or even peak corpse puppet.
After being besieged by Xuemei and the other two, Song Wen also realized that one more top-notch corpse puppet could sometimes turn the tide of the battle.
Among Gou Jun's relics, Song Wen got six strands of corpse evil spirit, but it was not enough to refine a fourth-order late or peak corpse puppet. He needed at least four strands.
"I'm just a little curious. Do we have such a rare thing as corpse evil spirit in our Wuji Sect?" Song Wen said.
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Meng Lengyu was silent for a moment and spoke.
"Gou Jun, no matter why you want to find out about the corpse evil spirit, I can tell you the truth. The Wuji Sect naturally has the corpse evil spirit, but it is not in the Treasure Pavilion. It is not a treasure that I can touch. In addition..."
"In the future, no matter what spiritual materials you lack, as long as the Treasure Pavilion has them, I will sell them to you at the price set by the sect, and will never make any profit from the difference. I just hope that you can take care of Meng Cao. He is too reckless, and I am worried that one day he will cause trouble that I can't solve."
"Okay." Song Wen nodded and walked out of the secret room.
After Song Wen received the spiritual medicine for refining the Ghost Power Pill from a Foundation Establishment Deacon in the lobby of the Treasure Pavilion, he returned to the Alchemy Hall.
As soon as he entered the lobby of the Alchemy Hall, Song Wen saw more than a dozen disciples in the late stage of Qi training coming towards him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
More than a dozen people bent their legs at the same time and knelt on the ground.
Song Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked coldly, "Why are you kneeling to me?"
One of the male cultivators at the ninth level of Qi training said with a bit of fear in his voice.
"Disciple Chen Liang, please ask the deputy hall master to make a decision for the disciples and others."
The kneeling of more than a dozen people immediately attracted the attention of many disciples in the hall, and they all cast curious eyes.
Song Wen looked a little gloomy.
He had no interest in intervening in the grievances between these low-level disciples, but considering that he was in public, he had to be patient.
"What grievances have you had?"
Chen Liang hurriedly said, "Report to the deputy hall master, the disciples and others were ordered to refine the ghost shadow pill. According to the requirements of the deputy hall master, our success rate must be more than 60%. However, Deacon Shu withheld some of our spiritual medicine. In this way, it is virtually forced that our success rate must be more than 70% to complete the task. And the disciples and others are not good at alchemy, so they can't do it at all."
Song Wen heard this, his face was as calm as water, and people couldn't tell what he was thinking.
When the disciples of the Dan Palace were doing alchemy tasks, the spiritual medicines provided by the sect were often in surplus.
These surplus spiritual medicines naturally fell into the pockets of these Dan Palace disciples, which was considered an invisible benefit for them.
This was something that everyone in the Dan Palace knew.
However, Shu Niang was attached to Song Wen, a big tree, and she was jealous of these spiritual medicines. So, she secretly withheld some of them.
However, Shu Niang seemed to have withheld too many spiritual medicines, so that some people could not complete the task, so there was a scene in front of us.
"Follow me."
After Song Wen finished speaking, he walked straight to the depths of the hall.
The people kneeling on the ground hurriedly made way, and then followed Song Wen to the alchemy room where Song Wen made alchemy on a daily basis.
Song Wen took out Shu Niang's communication jade slip, asked the other party to come to see him quickly, and then closed his eyes and meditated.
More than a dozen Qi training monks stood in a corner of the cave, trembling with fear, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Song Wen was just sitting there, but it seemed as if there was an invisible pressure covering the surroundings, making the entire alchemy room look dull and depressing.
There was a suffocating silence in the air.
Except for each other's breathing and their own heartbeats, more than a dozen Qi-training monks could not hear any other sounds.
This silent sense of oppression made them feel panic for no reason.
Time seemed to be stretched, and every second was so long and tormenting.
These people immediately felt regretful.
Obviously, they could solve the problem by losing some spiritual stones and buying some spiritual medicines on their own, so why bother to complain to the deputy hall master?
Just when these people's cold sweat soaked their clothes, their hearts were about to be unable to bear it, and they were on the verge of collapse, Shu Niang's voice suddenly sounded outside the alchemy room.
"Deputy hall master, Shu Niang wants to see you."
Song Wen raised his hand and gently pointed at the stone door, and the stone door slowly opened.
"Deputy hall master..."
Shu Niang walked into the alchemy room and was about to salute Song Wen when she noticed more than a dozen people in a corner of the alchemy room.
She instantly guessed the reason why these people appeared here, and her expression suddenly froze.
The next moment, Shu Niang's expression suddenly changed.
A strong wind suddenly came, like an iron hand, slapping Shu Niang's face heavily.
"Pah!"
A loud slap sounded.
Shu Niang was immediately blown away, and a lot of blood was scattered in the air.
Shu Niang stopped until she hit the stone wall behind her and fell to the ground.
Her originally beautiful face was now bloody.
The entire right face disappeared completely, revealing the skull and teeth stained with broken flesh and blood.
"Deputy Palace Master, spare my life, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to do it again." Shu Niang said with a trembling voice.
Song Wen said in a flat tone, "Remember your words, if there is a next time, it will not be so easy."
"Thank you, Deputy Palace Master, bang, bang, bang..." Shu Niang kept knocking her head.
"Get up." Song Wen said slowly, "You handle this matter yourself."
Shu Niang quickly stood up and walked in front of a dozen Qigong practitioners.
Looking at Shu Niang's miserable face, more than a dozen Qigong cultivators were not happy about revenge, but were terrified.
They had been scared out of their wits and did not dare to argue with Shu Niang. They only took back a small part of the spiritual medicine that was withheld from her and left.
Shu Niang walked to Song Wen timidly and handed him a storage bag.
"Deputy Hall Master, this is what I got from selling the withheld spiritual herbs."
Song Wen took the storage bag and probed it with his spiritual consciousness. There were fifty medium-grade spiritual stones in it.
"Be more careful in the future and don't make such stupid mistakes again."
As he spoke, Song Wen casually put the storage bag into his arms.
"Yes, I understand." Shu Niang said.
"Go down and treat your injuries well." Song Wen said.
"I'll leave." Shu Niang said.
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In the following period, Song Wen spent most of his time in the cave, occasionally going to the Alchemy Palace to make pills, or disguised himself to go to the Shadow City to buy the spiritual medicine needed to make the Blood Demon Pill and the blood food needed for the Shadow Gu.
Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, the one-year period had arrived.
This day.
Song Wen came to the outside of Le Liang's cave.
Le Liang's cave was also in Xiyun Peak, very close to Song Wen's cave.
"Palace Master, Gou Jun is here to pay his respects." Song Wen stood outside the cave and said.
After a while, the stone door of the cave opened.
"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, how come you have time to visit my humble home today?" Le Liang greeted him with a smile.
"All the pills for the Cui family have been refined, and I specially sent them here." Song Wen said.