Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 120 The Pill of Vicious Aura

During Xu Xiaoxiao's secluded cultivation, the four seasons quietly changed on Chongyang Peak.

In spring, vines sprout new buds at the cave entrance, their tender green leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight filter through the gaps, dappling Xu Xiaoxiao's body with vibrant colors, as if infusing her cultivation with life and vitality. In summer, torrential rains pour down in the mountains, accompanied by thunderous roars, yet Xu Xiaoxiao remains unmoved within the cave. Her spiritual energy flows smoothly and orderly within her body like a gentle stream, unaffected by the outside noise. In autumn, maple leaves outside the cave burn like fire, the autumn wind rustling and sending fallen leaves swirling and dancing at the cave entrance, seemingly accompanying Xu Xiaoxiao through this long period of cultivation. In winter, heavy snow falls, covering Chongyang Peak in silver. The world outside the cave is pure white and silent, but inside, Xu Xiaoxiao is like a plum blossom braving the snow, steadfastly cultivating and refining her spiritual energy.

After Xu Xiaoxiao went into seclusion for a period of time, her second senior brother finally emerged from seclusion.

The first and second students had been keeping an eye on their second senior brother's movements. As soon as he came out of seclusion, they immediately went up to him and respectfully handed him the jade slip containing the Nine Yang Divine Furnace alchemy method that Xu Xiaoxiao had replicated.

The second senior brother took the jade slip, a hint of surprise and disbelief flashing in his eyes. After reading the contents of the jade slip, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, the second senior brother stood taller and more composed, exuding a restrained yet powerful aura.

He stood at the cave entrance, gazing at the distant mountains, his heart filled with gratitude and anticipation for Xu Xiaoxiao. He decided to immediately begin preparing the medicinal herbs and materials needed to refine the Vicious Qi Pill.

The second senior brother, Mu Zhusheng, found a quiet valley as a place for alchemy. The place was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with an open space in the middle. A clear stream meandered through it, and the grass along the stream was lush and beautiful, with fallen petals everywhere. It was like a fairyland, perfect for focusing on alchemy.

He first carefully took out the Nine Yang Divine Furnace from his storage bag on a flat spot by the stream. As soon as the furnace appeared, it shimmered with an ancient light in the sunlight, and the patterns on the furnace body seemed to move like living things.

Mu Zhusheng formed a hand seal and gave a soft shout. Instantly, spiritual fire ignited beneath the furnace. The flames leaped and danced, yet he maintained firm control over them, keeping the fire neither spreading nor growing wildly, just right.

Immediately afterwards, he examined each medicinal herb according to the records on the jade slip.

With piercing eyes and a light tap of his fingers, he precisely selected the prepared spiritual plants from a pile of rare herbs. Each time he picked up a herb, he would sniff it lightly to confirm its authenticity before cutting or grinding it. His movements were skillful yet cautious. After processing, he placed the herbs one by one into a jade plate, arranging them neatly.

With everything prepared, Mu Zhusheng took a deep breath and solemnly began the alchemy process.

He steadily lifted the Nine Yang Divine Furnace with both hands and gently poured in the first batch of medicinal herbs. The furnace instantly shone brightly, as if it had a spirit trying to break free from his control.

Mu Zhusheng remained calm and quickly changed hand seals, chanting incantations to suppress the restlessness inside the furnace with spiritual power. Regardless of day or night, Mu Zhusheng focused intently on controlling the furnace, refining the Vicious Qi Pill with the best alchemical fire.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and clouds rose and fell in the valley. The once clear sky was now covered with dark clouds, as if the elixir had caused the world to change color.

The spirit fire leaped tenaciously in the wind and rain. Beads of sweat rolled down Mu Zhusheng's forehead, but he kept his eyes fixed on the divine furnace.

As time passed, a strange fragrance wafted from the furnace, and the rudimentary form of the elixir gradually appeared.

At the crucial moment of condensing the core, Mu Zhusheng bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence merged into the furnace fire, and the flames instantly became violent.

Ignoring his own physical exhaustion, he increased his spiritual energy output, his hands moving like phantoms as he forcibly tamed the pill fire.

After a thunderous explosion, the furnace lid flew off with a crash, and three pills, emitting a faint glow, bearing patterns of pills, and swirling with wisps of spiritual energy, soared into the air.

In the valley, the Nine Yang Divine Furnace stood quietly, and the nascent pills inside the furnace faintly emitted light under the tempering of the spiritual fire.

Mu Zhusheng stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes fixed on the three pills. Although his clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair was disheveled and stuck to his cheeks, he showed no signs of fatigue, only a resolute expression.

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, churning like ink, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling within the clouds, as if a thousand troops were gathering strength behind the clouds, ready to pounce.

Mu Zhusheng looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. He knew that this baptism of heavenly lightning was the key to the formation of the elixir and also a test of life and death.

A blinding bolt of lightning crashed down, like a sword cleaving the heavens, heading straight for the three pills.

Without hesitation, Mu Zhusheng shouted loudly, quickly forming hand seals and pouring his spiritual power into the protective array around the divine furnace, attempting to shield the pills from the might of heaven.

His body trembled slightly from the exertion, his face flushed red, veins bulging, but his eyes were like torches, fixed on the incoming lightning.

The lightning collided with the protective magic array, producing a deafening roar that shook the entire valley, sending sand and stones flying.

A fierce wind swept in, knocking down the surrounding trees, uprooting flowers and plants, and splashing water out of the stream.

Under the violent impact, Mu Zhusheng knelt on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet she stubbornly held on, continuously channeling spiritual energy into her hands to protect the pills inside the furnace.

Immediately following, a second and a third bolt of lightning arrived in quick succession, each one faster and more powerful than the last.

Mu Zhusheng's face was full of determination. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence to merge into the magic array, using the power of the blood essence to strengthen the defense. He also took out all the defensive magic artifacts on his body. Hearing the sound of these top-grade magic artifacts being damaged one by one by the lightning strikes, he was also heartbroken. But compared to this Vicious Qi Pill, these magic artifacts were nothing.

At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, only his determination to succeed. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mingling with blood and soaking the ground beneath his feet.

After being bathed in seven consecutive bolts of lightning, the Nine Yang Divine Furnace shone brightly. The aura of the pills, which originally had pill patterns, became clear and pure, and the pill patterns disappeared. Under this tribulation of lightning, the true malevolent pills shed their impurities and revealed their full spirituality.

Mu Zhusheng used her last bit of strength to put the Vicious Qi Pill into her pocket with a specially made jade bottle. Then she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, but her face was covered with a smile of relief and joy after surviving the disaster. Looking at the peaceful valley after the disaster, she was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Senior Brother won't have to go to that cold ice cave to cultivate anymore." Clutching the jade bottle tightly in his hand, the heavy stone in his heart could finally be lifted.

When the elixir triggered the strange phenomenon, Jiang Jingzhi knew that his junior brother was definitely capable.

Jiang Jingzhi is in the ice cave at the top of Chongyang Peak. The place is shrouded in clouds and mist, as if you are in a fairyland. The mountain breeze blows and your clothes flutter.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, immersing himself in the circulation of spiritual energy, his aura steady and restrained.

Suddenly, the sky over the distant valley changed dramatically. Dark clouds surged and churned, and the sounds of lightning and thunder could be faintly heard, accompanied by a powerful and violent fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Jiang Jingzhi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and clear, instantly realizing that it was the strange phenomenon caused by his second junior brother Mu Zhusheng's alchemy.

Without hesitation, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the valley.

Along the way, the wind whipped at his hair and made his robes flutter.

In a short while, they arrived above the valley. Below, the valley was shaking violently, with sand and stones flying everywhere. Mu Zhusheng was fighting against Dan Lei with all her might, and the situation was critical.

Jiang Jingzhi's expression was cold and stern as his hands moved swiftly, forming a series of intricate and exquisite hand seals.

As the hand seals changed, spiritual energy surged forth, outlining mysterious runes in the air.

These runes intertwined and merged, forming a huge concealment array in the blink of an eye.

The magic array shone brightly, enveloping the entire valley. As the light flickered, the violent aura, dazzling lightning, and earth-shattering sounds of alchemy within the valley were all concealed.

From the outside, the place remains as tranquil as ever, as if nothing had ever happened.

Jiang Jingzhi hovered above the magic array, his gaze fixed on the area below, constantly monitoring Mu Zhusheng's condition.

His clothes fluttered, his hair was disheveled, and his forehead was covered in sweat from continuously outputting spiritual energy. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were incredibly firm.

In order to prevent outside interference with his junior sister's seclusion, and to protect his junior brother's hard-won and painstaking work, he did his best to maintain the magic array. Even when his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he did not waver in the slightest. Only when the lightning tribulation in the valley completely subsided did he slowly stop and let out a long sigh.