I dominate the cultivation world by relying on good pregnancy

"I'm fine, absolutely fine." Lin Qingqing said gritting her teeth as she watched Rong Zhao leaving in a carefree manner.

Seeing the childish look in front of her, Luluo couldn't help but laugh and comforted her, "Don't be angry. It's not worth it to get sick from anger."

"It's not easy for a cultivator to get sick," Lin Qingqing didn't care. With her current cultivation level, ordinary diseases couldn't invade her body at all. "I'm in the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

As a result, before nightfall, she was severely slapped in the face by what she had said during the day.

"Qingqing, how are you? Elder Murong came to see you and brought some medicine." Luoluo knocked on the door and shouted to Lin Qingqing in the room.

"A-choo, A-choo..." Lin Qingqing hid in the bed and didn't want to come out to face Luluo. At this moment, she not only sneezed non-stop, but also had a splitting headache. She looked drowsy and listless. She didn't look like a cultivator at all. Seeing Murong Li coming over in person, she stuck her head out, sniffed, and asked him seriously, "Master, can cultivators catch a cold? It's unbelievable."

Murong Li snorted coldly and said with a straight face: "Humph, isn't it because you, a girl, haven't cultivated enough?"

"No, it must be that guy Rong Zhao. He took off my clothes!" In a daze, Lin Qingqing replied to him very aggrievedly.

Hearing this, Murong Li's eyes widened immediately, and he wanted to pull Lin Qingqing out of bed to question her. However, due to her poor condition at the moment, he had to patiently ask her carefully: "What did you say! Did Rong Zhao bully you?"

"I won't say any more, Master. I'm sleepy..." The image of Murong Li in front of her gradually became blurry. In her daze, Lin Qingqing hadn't realized that she had gotten into trouble...

"This girl is really making me anxious!" Murong Li saw that Lin Qingqing seemed to be very ill. He touched her forehead and found it was extremely hot. It seemed that she had a high fever. He hurriedly called Luoluo in.

"Elder Murong."

Murong Li handed the pill to Luluo and said, "Feed her the pill, then help her sit up. I will dissolve the medicine for her so that she won't feel so bad."

"Yes, elder."

……

The next day, Lin Qingqing woke up early in the morning. She felt particularly energetic today. It was true that the illness came like a mountain and went away like a thread. She was worthy of being a cultivator and recovered quickly.

However, she felt a strange warmth in her body, and wondered if her master had come yesterday. She probed her body and found that there were indeed some medicine residues in her body.

"Master is still the best." Lin Qingqing hummed a little tune happily, stood up and prepared to go to school. She saw something on the round table out of the corner of her eye.

She walked over and saw a small piece of paper. The spiritual energy on it seemed to be left by Murong Li. She input her own spiritual energy into it, and a few words appeared on it:

Your master has avenged you for having your clothes stripped. You should have a good rest these few days and don’t have to go to school. Your master has already asked for leave for you.

Lin Qingqing: ??? So, what happened during her coma?

Then, another arrow shot in from the window, with a roll of paper also stuck on it.

Lin Qingqing took the arrow down and spread it out curiously. On it was written: I heard you were ill. Take good care of yourself. You don't need to follow me for the next few days. The person who wrote it was Rong Zhao.

What the hell, how did Rong Zhao know that she was sick? Did he say something to his master yesterday?

But she had no memory of what was said.

"Master! Tell me what you did! Could it be the revenge for stripping me that I thought?" Lin Qingqing covered her face with some despair, but also said with some relief, "Rong Zhao was able to write me a note, which means that he should be fine. Fortunately, he didn't make any big mistakes."

Rong Zhao: What’s the difference between being beaten like a pig and being dead?

Lin Qingqing (infuriating version): A living pig’s head is still different from a dead pig’s head.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Qingqing no longer worried about the revenge of being stripped of clothes that Murong Li mentioned. After all, it was done and time could not be reversed. Instead of worrying about this, she might as well think about how to start learning the art of alchemy.

A day's plan begins in the morning, and since she doesn't have to go to school these few days, she plans to go to the Tianjian Sect's library to look for books on alchemy.

The Tianjian Sect focuses on sword cultivation, with magic cultivation as a supplement. The cultivation of other sects such as alchemy, medicine, and talismans is only used as an auxiliary. The vast majority of cultivators will focus on sword cultivation.

Although the Tianjian Sect had set up alchemy classes and had dedicated alchemists, it was naturally not good enough compared to the sects that focused on alchemy. But for Lin Qingqing, who had no basic skills, it was more than enough.

Lin Qingqing first went to the Alchemy Pavilion to register her name, and then went to the Library. However, she bumped into someone when she turned a corner halfway. When she looked down, she found it was an acquaintance.

"Ban Xia?"

"Ah, it's you, Brother Lin." Banxia rubbed her slightly aching forehead, raised her head slightly, and was a little surprised that the person she bumped into head-on was Lin Qingqing.

"It's not time for class yet. Where are you going in such a hurry?" Lin Qingqing asked.

Banxia tried hard to resist the urge to sleep, yawned inadvertently, and said, "I'll go back and catch up on some sleep. I read all night."

After hearing what she said, Lin Qingqing took the opportunity to look at her face and found that Banxia had two deep dark circles under her eyes. She immediately advised her:

"That requires a good night's sleep."

"Friend Lin, are you going to the library?"

Lin Qingqing nodded immediately and said, "By the way, do you have any recommendations for beginner-friendly books on alchemy?"

Hearing this, Banxia showed the books in her hand to Lin Qingqing. In addition to the books she had seen last time, there was also a book called "The Days of Alchemy in Lingxi Valley".

"They are all books in the library. I have engraved them using magic, so you can take them back and read them." Banxia said.

Lin Qingqing nodded in understanding. It seemed that most of the books Banxia read were abnormal. Only the book "The Days of Alchemy in Lingxi Valley" seemed more reliable.

After asking about the location of the book, Lin Qingqing didn't want to disturb Banxia's sleep time, so she quickly ended the conversation and waved goodbye to her.

Soon, Lin Qingqing arrived at the door of the library.

The Tianjian Sect is indeed one of the best sects in the Western Continent. It is said that the library can reflect the foundation of a sect.

Looking up, she saw a magnificent tower. Although it was not magnificent, she could tell at a glance that it was a place filled with the fragrance of books.

The tower is seven stories high, with a light gold rectangular plaque hanging on the top. Inscribed on the plaque are six large characters "Tingyu Tower·Book Collection Pavilion". It looks plain and unpretentious at first glance, but it is actually quite profound. The vigorous and powerful strokes, like floating clouds and startling dragons, show its majestic momentum.

After a while, Lin Qingqing stepped over the threshold and walked in. She saw a young woman sitting at a long table on her left, and heard a disciple calling her Elder Yunmeng.

So, Lin Qingqing followed their example and called out, "Elder Yunmeng."

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, the woman was stunned. She looked up and saw that it was indeed a stranger.

"Name?" asked Elder Yunmeng.

"Lin Qingqing."

Yunmeng lowered his head again and started working hard. It took him a while to find the records about Lin Qingqing from the huge mountain of information.

"I've been looking for it for a long time, and it's right in front of me," Yun Meng was a little speechless. Seeing that there was some dust on her body, she quickly cast a cleaning spell on herself and looked up at Lin Qingqing. "Sorry for the long wait. Are you Murong's new disciple?"

Lin Qingqing nodded obediently.