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After giving instructions to Zhimo, Lin Qinghe turned and entered the Lanyue Pavilion.

The wooden door of Lanyue Pavilion slowly closed after she entered. Lin Qinghe adjusted herself and then sat cross-legged on the futon.

With both hands in the posture of embracing the origin and guarding the unity, he guided and absorbed the spiritual energy around him, allowing it to flow slowly through his meridians.

The thunder spiritual power raging in her meridians was faintly mixed with a hint of destruction, which was why her meridians were constantly damaged and could not be repaired.

If you absorb and refine it, you will be able to further purify your own thunder spirit root.

Compared with the remaining heavenly thunder in his body's meridians, his originally pure thunder spiritual power instantly dimmed a lot.

The remaining heavenly thunder in the body cannot be directly absorbed and refined. Lin Qinghe can only absorb a large amount of thunder spiritual power from the outside world, transport it to the meridians, and take away a trace of remaining heavenly thunder when it circulates, and finally gather it into the dantian to slowly refine it into his own spiritual power.

This process took an extremely long time. By the time Lin Qinghe had transferred most of the thunder spiritual power in his meridians to his dantian for refining, two years had passed in the outside world.

There is no time in cultivation. When the thunder spiritual power in Lin Qinghe's dantian was overflowing, she took out a bottle of Guiyuan Fumai Pills, poured out a few top-grade pills and swallowed them, then closed her eyes and entered a state of seclusion.

The pill melted in the mouth and turned into a warm current that flowed to every part of the body.

After Lin Qinghe absorbed the destructive power contained in the thunder spirit in his meridians, he became much calmer.

Lin Qinghe slowly refined the Guiyuan Fumai Pill, and its medicinal effect was brought to its full potential under the stimulation of her spiritual power.

There are traces of heavenly thunder that cannot be removed attached to the meridians. Although it no longer has the power of destruction, its power cannot be underestimated. Lin Qinghe can only engage in a tug-of-war with it now.

The elixir gradually took effect and continued to repair the damaged meridians, but the lightning spiritual power attached to the meridians began to act up again. After the meridians were repaired, it began to wreak havoc again.

In this cycle of repair, damage, repair, and damage again, the trace of lightning spiritual power attached to Lin Qinghe's meridians finally ran out.

Her meridians had been repaired and healed tenaciously. Now her meridians were incredibly strong and resilient. They had been widened more than twice and could accommodate more spiritual energy.

After her meridians healed, her own cultivation successfully broke through a small realm and reached the middle stage of Jindan.

After opening his dark eyes and looking around calmly, Lin Qinghe asked 0038, "0038, how many years have passed since I was in seclusion?"

She was so engrossed in her retreat that she didn't notice the change of time outside.

"Host, three years have passed." 0038 said helplessly, "Since this mission world is a higher plane, our mission time has been extended to ten years. Host, you still have seven years."

In the world of cultivating immortals, a few years of seclusion would pass in the blink of an eye. Upon hearing this, Lin Qinghe stood up and headed for the treasure house in the original owner's memory.

There are still seven years left, so she needs to seize the time.

"This is the kid from Song Shi's family. He wants to enter the treasure pavilion. Do you have a token?" Outside the treasure pavilion, an old woman was lying on a rocking chair with her amber eyes slightly narrowed. She was gently waving a turquoise round fan in her hand.

Lin Qinghe bowed to her as a junior and showed the token on his waist, "Grandma Hua, can I come in?"

"Go ahead." Granny Hua waved her fan with a smile. After Lin Qinghe saw her respond, he took back the token and entered the treasure house.

The Song family treasure house contains the hard work of dozens of generations of the Song family. All the spiritual treasures and treasures below the spiritual treasure level can be exchanged with family contribution points.

Family contribution points are obtained by family members through refining medicine, refining equipment, earning honor for the family, etc. This can be as small as managing a shop for the family, or as big as participating in the Tianyuan Continent cultivator competition and winning first class to bring glory to the family. All of these can earn contribution points.

The original owner, Song Xiye, as the young master of the Song family, naturally had some privileges.

For example, you can enter the treasure house with just a token.

However, if he does not have enough contribution points, he can only look at the things inside but cannot take them.

Except...the Star Sword.

If the Star Sword recognizes its master, it can be taken away. When its lifespan is about to end, it will be returned to the Treasure Pavilion, waiting for the next destined person to make a contract.

Lin Qinghe stepped into the treasure house, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up. In this spacious and large attic, all kinds of rare treasures shone brightly, neatly arranged on wooden shelves.

There is also a wooden sign on the lower left side of each spiritual weapon or magical tool, on which are written their names and uses.

Lin Qinghe's gaze passed through these treasures and finally fell on the Star Sword placed at the end.

This sword is unique. The sword body is as deep as the starry sky, and the hilt is inlaid with sparkling yew crystals. The scabbard is exquisitely decorated with a faint silver light flowing on it, as if there are galaxies flowing on it.

This was a gorgeous sword. Lin Qinghe looked at its appearance and was silent for a long moment.

For some reason, the more she looked at the sword, the more it looked like Daoyi Sword.

After taking a closer look, Lin Qinghe became even more silent. After removing those blinding decorations, isn't this just the template of Dao Yijian?

But when her hand grasped the hilt of the sword, she shook her head clearly, this aura was not from Dao Yijian.

"What a familiar smell!" A childish girl's voice came, Lin Qinghe's expression froze, and he looked at the shining sword in his hand.

It seems that the owner of this voice is the sword spirit.

"Is it Brother Daoyi?" She asked in a daze, but was a little puzzled when she saw that the person in front of her was Lin Qinghe.

"......" It seems that she really knows Dao Yijian. Lin Qinghe is a little surprised.

Both she and Dao Yijian left their own marks on each other, so it was understandable that the Star Sword Spirit mistook her for Dao Yi.

"Do you know Daoyi? Where is it?" After so many years, are they finally going to meet?

"Are you Brother Daoyi's master?" The Star Sword circled around Lin Qinghe and sniffed her carefully. "But Brother Daoyi said he has no master..."

"What?" Lin Qinghe was speechless. Was Daoyi going to do that again to him, wanting to turn the tables and become the master?

Without a master? What was she then? What were the hundred years they had spent together, sharing life and death?

"He may not have told you that I am his new acquaintance, but Daoyi got lost on his own and I don't know where he is, do you know?" Lin Qinghe lied.

The sword spirit of the Star Sword looked confused, probably having just gained wisdom not long ago.

"Didn't Brother Daoyi get thrown to Butuchuan? How did you run there to sign a contract with him?" The Star Sword trembled twice as if it had thought of something terrible.

Buduchuan is a deadly place. There is no living creature within thousands of miles. Only ghosts wander here day and night. Moreover, the air is prohibited here (flying is prohibited in the sky, or you will fall down). Anyone who enters Buduchuan is a ghost.