Chapter 637: Mo Caiyun's Awakening

There is no antidote, but there are some pills that can delay the onset of the poison. Mo Caiyun should be fine for the next five or six years.

Considering Ye Lin's injuries, Wang Changsheng believed it was imperative to find a third-tier alchemist.

Wang Changsheng remembered Su Bingbing being in the Coral Sea area and wasn't sure if she had returned to the sect. He thought it would be ideal if he could use her connections to meet a third-tier alchemist.

Although Ye Lin had said he couldn't recover his cultivation, Wang Changsheng still wanted to try, just in case there was some miraculous elixir that could help him regain his power.

The blood-robed man cultivated the 'Blood Fiend True Demonic Art,' a cultivation method that allowed one to train from the first level of Qi Condensation to the ninth level of Core Formation. This technique required the essence blood of cultivators for practice. One would refine the soul of a demonic beast, using the cultivator's essence blood as nourishment to gradually strengthen the beast's soul. The cultivator's power would then increase as the demonic beast's soul advanced in rank. The demonic beast's soul was usually sealed within the body and released as a physical entity to harm enemies during combat.

Wang Changsheng picked up the golden jade pendant and examined it closely.

The surface of the golden jade pendant was carved with a benevolent Buddha statue, making it appear to be a Buddhist treasure. It was perplexing that the blood-robed man, who clearly cultivated a blood-path technique, would wear a Buddhist item.

During the fight, the blood-robed man had not used the golden jade pendant, suggesting it was likely an auxiliary magic treasure.

Wang Changsheng observed it carefully for a while, but the golden jade pendant did not have the function of gathering spiritual energy.

He couldn't discern anything unusual about the golden jade pendant, so he placed it around his neck, tucking it inside his clothes.

Since it was an auxiliary magic treasure, he figured he would discover its function after wearing it for some time.

Wang Changsheng took out his communication disk, cast a spell, and instructed: "Qiufeng, send someone to Lingbie Market to inquire about the whereabouts of a Taiyi Sect disciple named Su Bingbing. She is my niece. If you find her, notify me immediately."

"Yes, Ninth Grand-uncle."

Wang Changsheng summoned Mo Caiyun, took out a storage pouch, and said, "Aunt Twenty-One, I've already killed that evil cultivator. The restriction on you is merely a special mark, nothing serious. However, I can't cure the poison in your system. I'll ask a third-tier alchemist for help, but I don't know any yet. This pouch contains pills to alleviate the poison's onset; use them for now. You should be fine for the next five or six years. The cost of hiring a third-tier alchemist will be converted to merit points and deducted from yours. I paid a significant price to eliminate that evil cultivator this time."

This time, Ye Lin had exerted himself greatly to kill the evil cultivator, suffering severe essence depletion and falling into an unconscious state. It was uncertain when he would awaken. Furthermore, Wang Changyue was heavily pregnant.

Mo Caiyun bit her red lip, her voice choked with emotion. "Changsheng, it's all my fault. You've gone through so much trouble. It should be deducted from my merit points."

"Family members don't speak like outsiders, Aunt Twenty-One," Wang Changsheng said earnestly. "I hope you understand that we are a family. Some things, once past, are past. However, I hope you won't act on your own next time. Think twice before doing anything. Though the Wang family is small, it can still shield you from wind and rain."

Regardless of whether Mo Caiyun would take his words to heart, he felt he had to say them.

"I understand, I promise there won't be a next time."

Mo Caiyun readily agreed. Having been bitten by a snake, she was now wary of ropes. She wouldn't dare to venture alone to seek treasures in any ancient cultivator's cave next time.

To be honest, Mo Caiyun was deeply touched that Wang Changsheng had personally gone to eliminate the evil cultivator and was willing to ask a third-tier alchemist to help resolve the poison in her system. It was the first time she truly experienced the warmth of family and understood what family truly meant.

"Aunt Twenty-One, Uncle Mingjiang is no longer with us. I promised to take good care of you all, and I will keep my word. However, I hope you can understand the true meaning of family. I genuinely treat Changqing and the other two as my younger siblings. Changqing has already reached Foundation Establishment, and Changxin and Changxin are married. You are also a great-grandmother now. It's normal for people to have selfish desires, but there must be a limit. If every family member only looked out for themselves, the family would have ceased to exist long ago."

Mo Caiyun nodded and said earnestly, "Changsheng, I was wrong this time. I can guarantee there won't be a next time."

"I hope so! Go and rest. Don't tell anyone about this matter. Before the poison in your body is neutralized, it's best not to go out. Once the poison is cured, if you wish to go somewhere else, I won't stop you."

Mo Caiyun shook her head and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay on Sea Cucumber Island from now on. Changsheng, believe me, I am a member of the Wang family now. I will live as a Wang and die as a Wang. I used to not understand why my husband insisted on returning to Qinglian Mountain Villa before he passed away, but now I do."

"That's for the best. Go and rest!"

Mo Caiyun agreed and turned to leave.

After Mo Caiyun left, Wang Changsheng took out his artifact refining materials, preparing to forge a magic treasure.

Eastern Barren Lands, Qinglian Mountain Villa.

In the meeting hall, Wang Qingkai was giving instructions to Wang Qingshan.

Wang Ruyan had not yet emerged from her seclusion, but before entering it, she had instructed Wang Qingkai to give the Poria Golden Fruit to Wang Qingshan if he returned and tell him to go to the South Sea to find Wang Changsheng, who would help Wang Qingshan form his Core.

"Seventh Brother, the Poria Golden Fruit is yours. I've already arranged for the clansmen dispatched to the South Sea; they can depart in three days. I wish you all a smooth journey."

Upon learning that Wang Qingshan was heading to the South Sea, Wang Qingkai assigned him to lead a team of ten Foundation Establishment cultivators and twenty Qi Condensation cultivators.

"Patriarch, why has our family suddenly produced so many Foundation Establishment cultivators? Do we have a lot of Foundation Establishment Pills?"

Wang Qingkai smiled and nodded. "Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt brought back a batch of third-tier demonic cores, which were given to Fourth Brother to refine into Foundation Establishment Pills. Speaking of which, Fourth Brother has had a tough time. It takes several months to refine one batch of Foundation Establishment Pills, and with ten third-tier demonic cores, it will take him several years to finish. He also has to teach the younger generation alchemy."

Wang Qingshan sighed and said, "I don't know when I'll return from this trip to the South Sea. I should go see Fourth Brother."

"No need. Fourth Brother is currently teaching Tianfeng alchemy. They won't emerge for at least a year or a year and a half. Don't disturb their alchemy. Seventh Brother, I hope that the next time I see you, you will have already entered the Core Formation stage."

"I'll take your auspicious words, but Core Formation isn't that easy, and I'm not very confident."

Three days later, Wang Qingshan departed from Qinglian Mountain Villa with thirty clansmen.

In a certain secret chamber, Wang Tianfeng was refining pills while Wang Qingqi stood by, guiding him.

Wang Tianfeng was now at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment. Under Wang Qingqi's patient guidance, he had begun refining mid-grade second-tier pills. Once his alchemy skills improved further, Wang Qingqi would teach him how to refine Foundation Establishment Pills.

Not long after, a burnt smell wafted from the alchemy furnace.

Wang Tianfeng frowned, muttering to himself, "Failed again."

"Take a break and think carefully about what went wrong. Cultivation relies on the individual; a master can lead you to the door, but some things I can teach you, and some things I cannot."

Wang Qingqi sighed softly and said earnestly.

"Yes, Fourth Grand-uncle."