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When a meridian can't withstand the strength of the vein energy in the body, it will strengthen itself. After a meridian evolves, the pulse energy's strength and the sea of qi and blood's strength will be strengthened.

In other words, the most important raw material, Soulson of Shang, was not to be found. In other words, the amount of time Nie Xinghe spent in the process of his cultivation, was only ten days. What kind of level would Nie Xinghe reach in these ten days?

Nie Xinghe would climb to the top of the tree every day at noon to cultivate his base fluid under the scorching sun. When the sunlight shone onto the golden pulse shield, some of it was absorbed, some reflected, and the spirit energy melted onto the base fluid, causing faint golden ripples to appear on the surface of the colorless base fluid, before gradually sinking into the ground. Only when all the base fluid changed color, did it mean that their spirit energy was completely immersed inside.

"Senior, I want to go out and see the Master Lu. It's been so long since I left, I'm afraid that he's very worried."

Nie Xinghe jumped down from the treetop and landed steadily on the ground.

Mo Lanshun was still using the spatula to refine medicine, Mo Lanshun said that he had created this method himself. This method of refining medicine could only be used in conjunction with the usage of poison fire, through repeatedly stir-frying the raw materials, it could increase the rate of the fusion of the raw materials.

The method of stir-frying is much faster than that.

"Let's go. The master you were talking about? That's the guy? "

Mo Lanshun felt that it would be too much of a pity if Nie Xinghe was Lu Qiluo's disciple. He was also envious of Nie Xinghe's master.

"No."

Nie Xinghe said: "Master Lu is only my teacher, my master is someone else."

Only Nie Xinghe himself could hear the last part of the sentence, "Er, it doesn't seem to be human either …"

The Mysterious Sky Sovereign heard it and said, "Of course I'm not human. I'm a god."

Many people couldn't tell the difference between a master and a teacher. A master passed his knowledge to his disciple, which was equivalent to inheritance, while a teacher was the guide and the role of a student.

The relationship between a teacher and his disciple was often deeper than that between a teacher and his student.

Mo Lanshun took out a spatula. The spatula was already as black as a coal ball and there was a purple brick on the spatula. From the purple steam emitted by the spatula, Mo Lanshun could tell that it was another highly toxic poison.

Nie Xinghe admired Mo Lanshun a lot too. He was able to refine new poisons almost every day.

Mo Lanshun was indeed worthy of the honorific "venomous empress".

"Xinghe!"

When Lu Qiluo saw Nie Xinghe and Mo Lanshun, he was overjoyed. It had been almost a month since Nie Xinghe left.

In this period of time, Lu Qiluo racked his brain, but he still could not think of a way to save Nie Xinghe. His opponent was the Venerable Scholar, and Nie Xinghe was the hostage, so Lu Qiluo could only sit and wait for death.

Nie Xinghe laughed: "Master Lu, my apologies, I let you worry."

When Nie Xinghe stood in front of him, Lu Qiluo vaguely felt that Nie Xinghe was different from before. However, he couldn't tell what was the difference.

"That fellow didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

Lu Qiluo also had the dignity of a teacher. Although Mo Lanshun was a Venerable Scholar, the way Lu Qiluo looked at him didn't show the slightest hint of fear. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that if anything happened to Nie Xinghe, Lu Qiluo would also dare to fight him with his life on the line.

"Have you seen enough? "Since you've seen enough, go back. I still have to refine medicine."

Mo Lanshun turned around.

"Senior, I want to stay here for a few days. It would be faster to refine the Blood Storage Beads outside the forest."

The reason why Nie Xinghe said that was because he discovered that there seemed to be some kind of ability deep within the blood prison forest that could weaken the sunlight. It should be because the blood prison forest's own cold and yin aura had formed some sort of invisible barrier above the forest.

Mo Lanshun turned his head to look at Nie Xinghe. As long as Nie Xinghe was there, he was not in a rush to store the Blood Bead, Mo Lanshun coldly said: "No, you still need to help your cultivation, why are you wasting your time here?"

Nie Xinghe took out a small pouch. Mo Lanshun looked at it closely and felt that he had seen that black bag somewhere before. Very quickly, Mo Lanshun remembered, wasn't that the bag he used to hide the death of his children.

Poison and medicine were different, they didn't need to be stored in such a meticulous manner, because the poison's toxicity wouldn't decrease as the storage time increases, and poisons also didn't have any purity. Most poisons would clash with each other, and impurities would find it difficult to coexist with toxins, so during the process of refining, the impurities would have already been removed.

Nie Xinghe took out a dead one from his bag, "Senior, is this what you meant by that?"

Mo Lanshun was flustered and exasperated, "You little brat! When did you steal my things! "

Senior, didn't you say that this is used to assist me in cultivating my meridians? Last time, you casually threw it away and I conveniently took it, since it's for me to use, I'll carry it myself, and when I want to cultivate, I won't need to find you for it.

Nie Xinghe said as a matter of course.

"You still can't casually take my things!"

Nie Xinghe was no longer calm, "Obviously it was you who threw it around randomly!"

Mo Lanshun's eyes revealed a murderous look. Even Lu Qiluo was trembling in fear.

"Don't think that using poison is useless. I have no other choice!"

Nie Xinghe turned around, and with his back facing Mo Lanshun, he said without a care. "In any case, I have already destroyed your gladiolus fructus.

Mo Lanshun's mouth twitched, the killing intent instantly dissipated. He had a helpless expression, "Up to you."

Lu Qiluo looked back and forth between Nie Xinghe and Mo Lanshun in shock, he had a look of bewilderment.

When did their relationship become so good?

Mo Lanshun found it troublesome, so he decided to squeeze inside the wooden hut with Nie Xinghe and the others. Compared to the spacious cave, the wooden hut seemed to be very narrow, and could barely accommodate three people.

As night fell, the night sky was completely cloudless, and the pale white crescent moon appeared even more tranquil and clear. Nie Xinghe placed the other set of base fluid s on top of the wooden hut, allowing it to absorb the moonlight's spirit energy.

When Nie Xinghe returned to the hut, he stuffed the earplugs that Jin Lin gave him into his ears. Seeing this, Mo Lanshun did not understand and waited until deep into the night, Mo Lanshun finally understood what he meant.

Not only was it a beast's roar, Lu Qiluo's snoring was also unbearable. Mo Lanshun covered his ears, unable to isolate the annoying noise.

Mo Lanshun could not help but miss the warm cave in the depths of the forest.