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

Granny Jin successfully caught the Yushu Divine Thunder, but her speed dropped sharply, and the distance between her and Song Wen was quickly widened. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

"It's not that easy to escape."

Granny Jin was not willing to let Song Wen escape.

A flash of coldness flashed in her eyes, her body swayed, turned into a ray of green light, and chased Song Wen again.

She had just chased him a few miles away when another Yushu divine thunder fell.

Granny Jin had no choice but to gather her magic power again and deal with it with all her strength.

This caused the speed she had just lifted to drop sharply again.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Song Wen walking further and further away, disappearing into the darkness a hundred miles away, Granny Jin felt resentful and cursed in a low voice.

Although she was unwilling to do so, she also knew that she would not be able to catch up with Song Wen.

In desperation, Granny Jin had no choice but to turn around and head towards Fang Zhucheng.

Seeing that the other party did not continue to pursue him, Song Wen slowly slowed down his speed.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Sure enough, coveting other people's things can easily lead to trouble.

Fortunately, Xing Xinxin only invited a middle-stage Jindan monk. If it were a Nascent Soul stage monk, today would be in danger.

He suddenly realized that after forming the elixir, his mentality had quietly changed.

It seems that he is no longer as cautious as before.

"In the future, you must not be as reckless as you are today."

Song Wen secretly warned himself in his heart.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered something.

A piece of yellow paper suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.

The yellow paper is the remaining recipe of the ‘Corpse Curse Water’, which was given to him by a boy at the ‘Baicao Building’ in the Dark Star Black Market.

At that time, the boy said that Baicao Building was the property of the Xing family.

The boy also mentioned the word 'Miss' several times.

In addition, Xing Xinxin did not practice the Xing family's righteous exercises, but practiced the "Corpse King's Blood Exercise".

Combining various clues, Song Wen suspected that Xing Xinxin was the 'young lady' mentioned by the young man and was the actual controller of Baicao Tower.

"Perhaps, we should go to Baicao Tower to inquire about it."

Song Wen took off his mask, disguised himself as a young monk in his twenties, and headed to the ghost market with his sword.

...

"Grandma Jin, how's it going? Have you captured that person?"

Seeing Granny Jin return, Xing Xinxin couldn't wait to ask.

Granny Jin shook her head.

"The man escaped."

"Where's the technique?"

"I didn't get the technique either."

Xing Xinxin felt extremely disappointed.

Granny Jin continued. "Miss, you misjudged. That person is not a corpse cultivator, but a righteous cultivator. He is extremely good at thunder."

Xing Xinxin frowned, "How is this possible? If he is a righteous monk, why did he repeatedly ask for trade with corpse path spiritual materials?"

Granny Jin said, "I don't know about that. However, since the man escaped, he may not give up easily. These days, it's better for the young lady to be more careful and return to the clan to practice."

"I understand, thank you Granny Jin for reminding me."

Xing Xinxin said casually.

Yesterday during the day, when she returned to her family and asked Granny Jin to take action, her father Xing Gaohan called her over and scolded her.

The reason was that Shan Yue ran to Xing Gaohan and cried and complained about Chang Xing being beaten violently by Xing Xinxin.

This made Xing Xinxin already in a very bad mood, but Granny Jin's failure to bring back the follow-up exercises undoubtedly made her even worse, making her mood extremely bad.

Although she was respectful to Granny Jin on the surface, she was quite dissatisfied with Granny Jin in her heart.

It's just that due to Granny Jin's cultivation, considering that there will be many places where she will need help from the other party in the future, she didn't show it.

Granny Jin didn't give any more advice. She returned the gauze magic weapon and a storage bag to Xing Xinxin.

Afterwards, the two chatted about some insignificant things.

Grandma Jin got up, said goodbye and left.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, not far from dawn, and almost the time when the black market closed.

When Granny Jin stepped out of the Baicao Tower, a young monk in the foundation-building stage passed her by and stepped into the Baicao Tower.

"Does your store have dragon pattern grass?"

This is the young monk, asking the boy.

Granny Jin didn't pay attention to this, and her body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Song Wen noticed Granny Jin's departure, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Previously, he was just guessing, but now, he was fully confident that Xing Xinxin must be in Baicao Tower.

"We have dragon pattern grass in our store. I wonder how old it would be, senior?"

The boy's words brought Song Wen back from his thoughts.

"How many years is the oldest person taking medicine?" Song Wen asked.

"The dragon pattern grass in our store has a medicinal age of up to 500 years, but the price is a little expensive." The waiter said.

Song Wen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Baicao Tower actually had such old dragon pattern grass.

Dragon pattern grass can improve the bloodline of monsters.

In the more than a year since he came to Fang Zhucheng, Song Wen tried several methods, but none of them showed signs of advancement in the Holy Armor Gu.

So, he thought of using dragon pattern grass to enhance the bloodline of Holy Armor Gu, thus promoting the advancement of Holy Armor Gu.

"How much does the five-hundred-year-old dragon pattern grass cost?"

"Two thousand spiritual stones per plant."

Dragon Pattern Grass is only a second-level elixir, and it can only be taken by monsters. Although it is five hundred years old, the price is a bit expensive.

"How about a thousand spirit stones?" Song Wen asked.

The boy said, "Senior, I'm sorry. This price is set by the owner and cannot be negotiated."

Song Wen nodded and said, "How many plants of the 500-year-old dragon pattern grass are there in your store?"

The boy's eyes lit up, he had met an important customer.

"Back to senior, there are eight plants in total."

Song Wen shook his head, "There are only eight plants? It's a pity that there are a few."

"How much dragon pattern grass does the senior need in total? The junior can ask the steward for instructions and allocate it from other places."

"Fifty plants," Song Wen said.

The boy's face suddenly became overjoyed. Fifty five-hundred-year-old dragon pattern grass was worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones.

After making this deal, he can get a lot of rewards.

"Senior, please follow me to the teahouse in the backyard to rest for a while. The dragon pattern grass will be ready in less than a quarter of an hour."

Song Wen naturally agreed.

Under the leadership of the servant, the two quickly arrived at the backyard.

The backyard is surrounded by rooms on three sides and has a regular layout.

There are rockeries and green trees in the courtyard, and the environment is quiet and pleasant.

The waiter led Song Wen into a tea room to the west, made Song Wen some spiritual tea, told Song Wen not to trespass, and then turned around and left.

Song Wen picked up the spirit tea and sipped it leisurely.

Afraid of disturbing the situation, he did not rush to explore the backyard with his spiritual sense.

A sesame-sized bug crawled out of the tea room quietly.

After half a stick of incense, the Holy Armor Gu left and returned.

From the Holy Armor Gu, Song Wen roughly learned about the situation in the backyard.

There are teahouses on the east and west sides of the backyard, and there is nothing unusual inside.

The row of houses to the north is restricted by formations, making it impossible to detect the movement inside.

Song Wen released the Holy Armor Gu again and hid it in the rockery in the backyard.

A quarter of an hour later.

The servant and a female cultivator in the foundation building stage appeared.

According to the waiter's introduction, the female nun is the steward of Baicao Building.

"Fellow Taoist, there are fifty dragon pattern grasses here, please check them."

The female cultivator placed five large jade boxes on the wooden table next to Song Wen.

Song Wen opened the five jade boxes and inspected them one by one.

In each jade box, there are ten plants of dragon pattern grass, and the medicines are all five hundred years old.

Song Wen took out 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones, handed them to the female cultivator, and put away the five jade boxes.

"Welcome fellow Taoist to visit us next time."

When Song Wen stood up to say goodbye, the female cultivator said with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Wen's mouth curved in a strange way, nodded, and continued to walk out of the store without saying anything.