Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to try this special alchemy method?

After practicing intensely with Han Shuang face-to-face until the first light of dawn, Lin Yuan stretched his slightly sore lower back.

After Han Shuang ascended to the third level of Copper Skin, her Physique had a qualitative leap.

If it were in the past, she would probably still be in a deep sleep now.

Now, however, her complexion was ruddy, she was full of spirit, and the youthful awkwardness between her brows had faded, replaced by a touch of moving charm.

She carefully helped Lin Yuan dress, her movements gentle, her eyes focused.

"Brother Yuan, you must be careful on this trip."

Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling.

"Shuanger's life and livelihood are all tied to you alone; you must return early."

"Oh, right, the banner I asked you to sew."

Lin Yuan took the banner; long strips of cloth were sewn together and supported by a long pole.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad. You look after the home, wait for me to return!"

After these words, he no longer lingered and turned to walk out of the small courtyard.

With a faint crackling of bones, his figure grew taller, his facial features became ordinary, and in the blink of an eye, he became a steady-looking middle-aged man.

The light feather boat turned into a streak of light, carrying him straight towards the Peak of Hundred Herbs Peak.

Today, the Peak was bustling with noise, and a huge bone boat, thirty or forty zhang long, floated quietly in mid-air.

The boat body was pieced together from the skeletons of unknown giant beasts, the bone-white remains reflecting cold light under the sun, emitting a chilling aura that made one's heart palpitate.

This was the unique flying Magical Artifact of the Yin Corpse Sect, the senluo bone boat.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, over here."

As soon as Lin Yuan landed, a crisp and pleasant voice came from the side of the bone boat.

It was Mu Wanqing, dressed in a dark green tight-fitting long dress. Her skin surpassed snow, and standing on the bone-white boat, she appeared even whiter and more dazzling.

Lin Yuan tapped his feet and floated down to her side.

"My father is personally controlling the bone boat. I have already arranged a separate Quiet Room for you. Follow me." Mu Wanqing smiled slightly.

As far as Lin Yuan knew, ordinary Disciples needed to pay black butterfly coins to board this senluo bone boat.

Even so, the vast majority of Disciples could only stay on the deck.

To have an independent room, one must exchange it with Spirit Stones.

The journey to Demon Falling Valley was long; being able to have a Quiet Room to meditate and rest, maintaining a Peak state, would undoubtedly provide an extra chance of survival in the crisis-ridden valley.

Mu Wanqing led him across the deck and into the cabin.

The room was not big, but not small either.

A soft bed, a wooden table, two chairs—the furnishings were simple, but it was cleaned spotlessly.

"A soundproofing array and a dust-quieting array have been set up here. You can rest assured."

Mu Wanqing closed the door casually and sat on a chair. Her slender waist was slim enough to be encircled by a hand, yet her full curves filled the chair surface, outlining an astonishing arc.

Lin Yuan sat opposite her and took out an exquisite Jade Box from his Storage Pouch, placing it gently on the table.

Mu Wanqing reached out, picked it up, and opened the lid.

A rich medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the air. Inside, the Miasma-Avoiding Pills refined by Lin Yuan were neatly arranged.

The quantity of Medicinal Pills was much more than she had expected.

That was because Lin Yuan had also included the ten furnaces of Medium Grade Medicinal Pills he had refined later.

After all, he had taken another supreme grade Pill Furnace from her, so this favor had to be repaid.

"Adding these Spirit Stones, it should be settled. I won't let you lose money."

Lin Yuan took out another Storage Pouch and pushed it to the middle of the table; it contained twenty-two thousand Spirit Stones.

Mu Wanqing covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes rippling.

"I just like doing business with you, Fellow Daoist Sun. It's crisp and efficient. Calculated this way, I've actually taken advantage of you a bit."

As she spoke, she unceremoniously put away the Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones, then took out three items and placed them on the table.

A substitute Puppet, a flashing Divine Movement Talisman, and a Jade Bottle containing the Blood-Transforming Divine Pill.

"I wish Fellow Daoist Sun a full return from the Demon Falling Valley with immense gains."

"I'll borrow your auspicious words."

"Then I won't disturb Fellow Daoist Sun's Cultivation."

Mu Wanqing stood up, about to say goodbye.

She suddenly seemed to remember something, paused, and turned around to say.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist, if you return smoothly from this trip, could you ask the Alchemist behind you to help me refine a furnace of Medicinal Pills? As for the reward, it will definitely be generous."

"Oh?"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, calculating secretly in his heart.

"I don't know what kind of Medicinal Pill it is? The Alchemist behind me has a somewhat eccentric temper. I need to ask his opinion first."

"A soul nurturing pill."

Mu Wanqing parted her red lips and uttered three words.

A trace of imperceptible light flashed in the depths of Lin Yuan's eyes.

"Is it the kind of soul nurturing pill refined mainly with the yang returning lotus seed?"

"It is exactly this pill. I wonder if that Great Master can refine it?"

Mu Wanqing's tone carried a hint of urgency and hope.

"Qing Tan asked me to enter the Demon Falling Valley, and the target is the yang returning lotus seed. Now this Mu Wanqing is asking for the refinement of a soul nurturing pill. Is there some unknown connection between the two?"

Thoughts flew through Lin Yuan's mind, but his face remained calm; instead, he showed a look of contemplation.

"This pill... is difficult."

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing took a step forward, instantly narrowing the distance between the two.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nostrils. Lin Yuan's gaze dropped slightly, his line of sight falling just right on that dark green collar, that snow-white area seemingly even more dazzling than before.

"I know that the soul nurturing pill is extremely difficult to refine, and the success rate is also extremely low."

Her voice was very low, carrying a hint of pleading.

"But this pill is of great use to me. If that Great Master can refine it successfully, I... am willing to pay any price!"

The difficulty of refining the soul nurturing pill was more than one Rank higher than the condensing yuan pill; it was a supreme Saint Grade item for healing Divine Soul wounds.

"To be honest, with that Great Master's Alchemy level, using ordinary methods, he would only have at most a thirty percent chance of success."

Lin Yuan spoke slowly.

He saw Mu Wanqing's eyes dim instantly.

"However..."

He changed the subject.

"However what?"

Mu Wanqing immediately pressed, hope reigniting in her eyes, staring fixedly at Lin Yuan.

"However, all things in the world generate and restrain each other. In the path of Alchemy, there are also righteous and evil paths, and strange methods."

Lin Yuan's voice became low and magnetic, full of temptation.

"There is a forbidden Alchemy technique that can greatly increase the success rate, or even... approaching 100%."

"What Alchemy technique?"

Mu Wanqing's breathing became rapid.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over Mu Wanqing's exquisite body; that look was not like looking at a woman, but rather like evaluating a rare Spirit Medicine.

"I wonder what Fellow Daoist Mu's true Cultivation level is?"

He asked suddenly, the question seeming a bit abrupt.

Mu Wanqing was taken aback, but for the sake of the Medicinal Pill, she answered honestly.

"I... I am already at the Foundation Establishment Mid Stage."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up. He didn't know how many attribute points he could get from practicing face-to-face with a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.

Thinking this in his heart, he said: "Foundation Establishment Mid Stage Cultivation, not bad, barely qualified."

"The Alchemist behind me once learned a Secret Technique passed down from ancient times."

"This method requires finding a woman with excellent Physique and Cultivation to act as a 'Pill Guide'. During the Alchemy process, using the Dual Cultivation method to harmonize the Yin and Yang Qi, pouring it into the Pill Furnace, and combining it with the medicinal power, can stimulate the full potential of the main medicine and greatly increase the success rate."

Hearing the words "Dual Cultivation", Mu Wanqing's cheeks turned red instantly, spreading from her cheeks to her earlobes, and then to her snow-white neck.

Although she was a woman of the Demonic Sect, she was still a maiden; where had she ever heard of such a blunt Alchemy method?

However, in the Yin Corpse Sect, what kind of strange Cultivation methods hadn't she seen? Soon, she relaxed.

"You mean..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"Using your Foundation Establishment Mid Stage Cultivation as a 'Pill Guide' to refine this soul nurturing pill, the success rate can jump from thirty percent to seventy percent."

Seventy percent!

This number made Mu Wanqing's mind shake violently.

"What if I... what if I don't care about the number of times?" She asked on a whim.

Lin Yuan looked at her deeply, the corner of his mouth curling into an unfathomable arc.

"The path of Alchemy is boundless. As long as the 'Pill Guide' can bear it, theoretically, a 100% success rate is not a difficult matter."

"Really?"

Lin Yuan nodded: "However, this matter must wait until I return from the Demon Falling Valley."

"This matter... I... I need to consider it." Mu Wanqing's heart was in chaos, her eyes dodging, not daring to look at Lin Yuan again.

"Good."