Attribute points increased! This maid is a treasure!

Lin Yuan's heart surged with stormy waves, yet his face remained as calm as water, without a single ripple.

"Haha... Just as I thought!"

"Ordinary Mortals can only increase one attribute point."

"But this girl possesses a martial arts Foundation, and thanks to the aid of Spiritual Rice, she has stepped half a foot into the threshold of entering the Dao through martial arts. Her life Origin is far more vigorous than that of a Mortal, so she can provide two attribute points at once!"

"Hahaha... Heaven is truly helping me!"

"I only need twenty-eight more times to advance to a Seventh-Grade Alchemist!"

The emotion of wild joy surged crazily in the depths of his heart like the fiercest magma.

Lin Yuan's aged body, after all, was not made of iron.

After bitter Cultivation for two more times, raising his attribute points to one hundred forty-eight, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

When Lin Yuan opened his eyes, Han Shuang was already standing silently by the bed, holding neatly folded robes in her hands.

Her movements were as gentle as feathers, and in her eyes, there was thirty percent fear, but seventy percent was an undisguised devotion and adoration.

She helped Lin Yuan put on his clothes and carefully smoothed out every wrinkle, her expression focused.

Lin Yuan accepted it silently, but he was calculating in his heart.

With Han Shuang's current Foundation, she could only provide two attribute points at a time.

If he could find a suitable Body Cultivator technique for her and supplement it with Medicinal Pills... her life Origin would become even more vigorous.

By then, one Dual Cultivation session might provide three, or even four points!

This would be truly "a ten-thousand-fold return on investment."

Just at this moment, a commotion suddenly came from outside the courtyard, mixed with a few terrified screams.

"Something seems to have happened outside." Lin Yuan frowned slightly, "Stay at home, I'll go and see what's going on."

He gave an instruction and pushed the door open to go out.

Outside the courtyard, Disciples gathered in twos and threes, pointing at a courtyard not far away, their faces full of schadenfreude.

If Lin Yuan remembered correctly, that courtyard should be Shi Tong's small courtyard.

"Uncle Lin, are you here to watch the excitement too?"

Su Qingyan's voice was charming, and she approached Lin Yuan with a faint, lingering fragrance.

She was wearing a tight-fitting red martial outfit today, which outlined her figure perfectly. As her eyes shifted, a natural allure emerged.

"Is Shi Tong dead?" Lin Yuan asked straightforwardly, his voice as calm as an ancient well.

Su Qingyan leaned closer to him, lowered her voice, and breathed like an orchid:

"Dead as a doornail. I heard he was counter-killed by the Cauldron he bought at the auction yesterday. Tsk tsk, beheaded with one sword, he died too miserably."

Lin Yuan's heart stirred.

He had seen that female Cultivator yesterday; she had a birthmark on her face and was under heavy Restrictions. How could a Cultivator at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer counter-kill Shi Tong, a Cultivator at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer?

"What's more bizarre is that the female Cultivator from the Misty Immortal Sect has disappeared."

Su Qingyan's tone carried a hint of playfulness: "This is interesting now. Our Yin Corpse Sect has been really lively lately. This is already the second female Cultivator from the Misty Immortal Sect to have escaped."

"The second one?" Lin Yuan's eyelids lifted slightly.

"Uncle Lin, you really turn a deaf ear to matters outside the window and only think about Cultivating." Su Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and teased, "The inner Sect exploded a few days ago. A female Cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining also ran away. The Enforcement Hall chased her for several days, but they didn't catch her, and they even lost two Qi Refining Disciples themselves."

Eighth Layer of Qi Refining...

In Lin Yuan's mind, a cold and resolute figure flashed instantly.

Su Qinghan.

A trace of icy chill quietly crawled up his neck along his spine.

Now the Yin Corpse Sect and the Misty Immortal Sect are fighting fiercely. To prevent accidents, the Sect's great formation has been activated, and there is martial law inside and out. A Cultivator without an identity jade token is like a turtle in a jar.

Su Qinghan is probably still within the Yin Corpse Sect. Once she bumps into him...

She would definitely strike without hesitation to eliminate this old guy who took her purity and ruined her Dao path.

Just then, the Disciples of the Enforcement Hall came to disperse the crowd, and Su Qingyan took the opportunity to tug on Lin Yuan's sleeve.

"Uncle Lin, are you free today? What about what you said yesterday about helping me with Alchemy?"

"Did you bring the Materials?"

"Yes," Su Qingyan nodded, her expression becoming much more serious, "I have already prepared the Materials; they are quite precious, so I ask Uncle Lin to please do your best."

"Go to my house." Lin Yuan was concise, turned around, and left.

Su Qingyan followed obediently.

Stepping into Lin Yuan's small courtyard, Su Qingyan saw at a glance Han Shuang, who was carefully watering a Spiritual Plant in the herb field.

The young girl had a slender figure and picturesque features, and her aura was so pure that it was completely out of place in this gloomy Sect.

Su Qingyan narrowed her beautiful eyes and teased, "Yo, Uncle Lin, not bad. When did you hide a beauty in a golden house? Such a fresh and lovely little girl."

Her words had a suggestive meaning, carrying the unspoken ambiguity common among Demonic Sect Cultivators.

"I'm old, I need someone to serve tea and pour water." Lin Yuan pushed open the door of the main room with a blank expression, "Take out the items."

Su Qingyan said no more and walked into the house.

She took out a pile of Spiritual Materials from her Storage Pouch and placed five Low-Grade Spirit Stones on the table.

"Uncle Lin, this is the payment. Regardless of success or failure, it is yours."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the Spiritual Materials, but he did not look at the Spirit Stones. Instead, he spoke calmly: "I remember you have a Body Cultivator Cultivation Technique called Golden Body Art."

Su Qingyan was stunned upon hearing this, then looked at him with vigilance: "Uncle Lin wants to switch to the Body Dao? At your age..."

The path of Body Cultivator is difficult to enter, and its requirements for bone structure and perseverance far exceed those of ordinary Qi Cultivators.

"I have my own use for it."

"For this furnace of Corpse-Removing Pills, if I can successfully refine the Medicinal Pill, I won't take the Spirit Stones; just give me a copy of the Cultivation Technique."

"If I fail, I won't take the Spirit Stones either, and this matter will be dropped."

Su Qingyan blinked. If this Cultivation Technique were sold, it wouldn't be a big problem to get twenty or thirty Spirit Stones, but it wasn't easy to sell.

After all, there aren't many Body Cultivators in the Yin Corpse Sect. Since Lin Yuan wants it, she might as well do him a favor.

"Fine!" She nodded.

Lin Yuan didn't waste any more words. He flicked his finger, and the Pill Furnace landed with a boom.

His technique was incredibly skilled; his movements were coherent and without any hesitation. Each Spiritual Plant was precisely thrown into the furnace, and his fire control technique was nothing short of perfection.

Su Qingyan stood on the side. From her initial expectation to shock, and finally, only unbelievable fanaticism remained in her beautiful eyes.

"Open!"

Following Lin Yuan's low shout, the furnace lid shot into the sky.

Five streaks of light flew out, and he grabbed them into his palm.

Opening his palm, five Medicinal Pills lay quietly. Two of them had round bodies, contained Spiritual Qi within, and the medicinal fragrance was so rich it almost materialized!

They were exactly Medium Grade Corpse-Removing Pills!

"Wow!"

Su Qingyan could no longer suppress the wild joy in her heart. She lunged forward and hugged Lin Yuan tightly.

A soft touch came, but Lin Yuan remained motionless.

The next moment, a warm lip print landed gently on his aged cheek.

Su Qingyan realized instantly, her pretty face turning red in a "whoosh." She released her hands as if electrified and stammered, "Lin... Uncle Lin, I, I was too excited, I didn't mean to..."

Lin Yuan wiped the lip print off his face and glanced at her indifferently: "A mere Medium Grade Medicinal Pill has made you lose your composure like this. It seems Brother Wei's corpse poison is quite serious."