Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Zhu Mei looked at the rat-eyed man, her cold face filled with disgust.

He scolded sternly.

"Zhao Dapeng, you have exhausted all your agencies and violated the sect's orders. In the end, you want to force me to marry this fool. You should give up this idea as soon as possible and stop having such wishful thinking."

"Although we, mother and son, are weak, even if we starve to death, we will not enter the same door as your idiot brother."

Zhu Mei threw a cloth bag in her hand and continued in a cold voice.

"Here are ten spiritual stones. Don't disturb us mother and son again."

After saying that, Zhu Mei closed the courtyard door directly.

Zhu Mei's sudden and huge change made Zhao Dapeng not know how to deal with it for a moment, and watched helplessly as the opponent's figure was blocked by the courtyard gate.

Why is this widow suddenly willing to pay rent?

The rat-eyed man also had a look of astonishment on his face. This was completely different from what had been discussed last night.

"Brother, what should I do? We agreed to find a wife for me to sleep with."

Zhao Dapeng's face was extremely ugly, turning green and green for a while. After taking a few breaths, he said.

"Let's go back! Her man died outside and all her wealth was lost. With only a pension of fifty spirit stones, let's see how long she can hold on!"

"But my mother-in-law..."

"I'll just go find you a mortal."

...

In the small courtyard next door, Ai Kun, who had heard the general story, shook his head and sighed.

"Zhu Mei's man's name is Lu Hong. He is a very ambitious man. When he was alive, we had a good relationship. In this cunning world of immortality, we can be considered good friends."

"But I didn't expect that my old man who likes to stay in the city is still alive. He was determined to become a foundation-building monk, but he died early."

"There are unforeseen events in the sky, and misfortunes and blessings for people."

"Stop lamenting here. I don't see you helping other orphans and widowed mothers." Song Wen said angrily.

"I'm a bad old man, I can't even protect myself, how can I help their mother and son..."

After the two chatted for a while, the topic returned to the talisman seals. In the end, Song Wen could not ignore Ai Kun's pleas and agreed to draw two flying talismans for him every day.

Song Wen said that he could not draw a few flying talismans every day. This was not the case at all. The strength of his spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of a late-stage foundation-building monk. The little mental power consumed in drawing flying talismans would not have any impact on him at all. .

Even if he only used the righteous spiritual power cultivated in the "Longevity Gong", it would be easy for Song Wen to draw ten flying talismans in one go.

...

Ten days passed quickly in practicing, drawing talismans, and refining elixirs.

After no less than a hundred attempts regardless of the cost, Song Wen finally figured out the secret to making alchemy.

The last time he made an elixir, he was only one step away from completing it.

Although he failed in the end, Song Wen was confident that after a few attempts, he should be able to successfully refine the Blood Qi Pill.

Just as he was about to go out in disguise, Ai Kun appeared in front of the courtyard.

"Zhang Cheng, have you finished drawing the twenty flying charms you promised me?"

"Already prepared."

As Song Wen spoke, he touched the storage bag on his waist and handed twenty talismans to Ai Kun.

Ai Kun took the talisman and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it. His old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Thank you."

He handed Song Wen a cloth bag.

Song Wen took the cloth bag and checked it with his spiritual sense, and found that there were eighty spiritual stones in it.

The market price of twenty flying talismans when sold to the store is one hundred spirit stones. According to Fang Ning's purchase price of 70%, it should be seventy spirit stones.

"The number of spiritual stones is wrong! Why are there ten more?" Song Wen asked.

Ai Kun said with a smile, "I know that your success rate in making talismans is low, so you just hope to make a living by drawing some talismans and seals. I asked you for help, so naturally I can't let you lose money. Those ten spirit stones are my compensation for you."

"Then don't you have to lose ten spiritual stones?"

Ai Kun smiled bitterly and said, "There is no other way. Who asked us to make a living in the territory of the Beast Control Sect? We can only accept our fate and be squeezed."

What he didn't say clearly was that Song Wen could help him draw twenty talismans, which would save him a lot of time and mental energy. He could draw some scarce talismans and seals, sell them in the market, and earn high amounts of spiritual stones.

As for common items such as flying talismans, he took them to the Beast Control Sect.

Song Wen didn't ask any questions and put the spirit stone into his storage bag.

Ai Kun suddenly kept looking towards the widow's yard, just like the person in front of the widow's door, with evil intentions, as wretched as they could be.

"You're not plotting against Widow Zhu, are you?" Song Wen stared at Ai Kun with contempt.

Ai Kun's eyes widened, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Then, he lowered his voice and whispered.

"Do you know why Zhu Mei pays the rent so readily?"

Song Wen shook his head, "How could I know."

Ai Kun whispered mysteriously, "She went to Goulan to pick up the guests."

"Hook bar?"

Song Wen couldn't believe it.

A few days ago, the scene where Zhu Mei scolded Zhao Dapeng and sternly refused to marry the rat-eyed man was still vivid in his mind. Song Wen still admired Zhu Mei's tenacity, but why did he fall into the trap in a blink of an eye?

Ai Kun sighed, "She is also a miserable person. She probably didn't want her children to suffer, so she refused to marry Zhao Dapeng's brother. After all, that fool started beating people, but he didn't know the severity."

Song Wendao thought of Zhu Mei's eyes that were already covered with crow's feet and her face that looked slightly weathered.

"If she goes to Goulan, can she attract customers?"

Song Wenzhen was worried that with Zhu Mei's beauty, she would not even be able to earn enough rent after working hard for a month.

Ai Kun, who was a bit dull before, suddenly became energetic when this topic was mentioned.

"You don't understand this. Wife, widow, dignified aunt, mature woman; any one of these images can attract a large number of customers, let alone all four in one."

Seeing Ai Kun's energetic look, Song Wen teased.

"I see you are very interested. Have you been there?"

Ai Kun's face immediately darkened, "That's not possible. I told you before, her man and I are friends, and a friend's wife cannot be bullied. She is in trouble now, and I can't help, but I can't add insult to injury."

"How can you add insult to injury? This is called 'generous giving'!"

Ai Kun looked thoughtful, "What you said seems to make some sense. I'll think about it."

With that said, Ai Kun walked out the door. When he reached the courtyard gate, he suddenly turned his head.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you not to run around in the near future, especially at night."

"Why is this? Is the city not peaceful recently?" Song Wen asked doubtfully.

Ai Kun nodded, "Recently, casual cultivators have disappeared one after another. Some disappeared in the wild, and some disappeared in the city. In short, you should be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ai Kun disappeared around the corner.

...

A few days later.

Song Wen finally succeeded in refining the first batch of Blood Qi Pills, two in total, which were almost identical to the Qi Blood Pills he took for the first time in Jiyin.

After holding the Blood Qi Pill and looking at it for a long time, Song Wen was convinced that there was nothing wrong with the pill. Song Wen calmed down his excitement and Zhang took it orally.

The long-lost energy and blood were quickly consumed, and the feeling of surge in spiritual power came again.

However, the little energy and blood that Song Wen had consumed now had no impact on him.

Song Wen hurriedly ran the "Longevity Skill" to refine the spiritual power of the elixir. It took half an hour, but the spiritual power increased by the Blood Qi Pill was absorbed by Song Wen.

He opened his mouth again and took the second pill...