After reading the game to understand the protagonist's chance, she took all of them.

Qiu hesitated for a moment, nodded and walked in.

But Ning Yan hesitated for a long time, looking alert, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

After receiving a volume of top-grade earth-level righteous martial arts from Bai Lan, Ning Yan mustered up the courage to give up her cultivation and began to practice again.

The Lu Ding Gong method is an evil practice that harms oneself and others. If practiced for a long time, it can easily destroy a person's foundation and is extremely sinister.

Now after resuming her cultivation, Ning Yan, who is at the first level of Qi Refining, has no sense of security in the world of cultivation.

With her cultivation level at the first level of Qi Refining, her current strength is not even as good as that of the children in the world of cultivation. If she encounters a first-level spirit rabbit that bites people in the wild, she will have a hard fight.

The more Ning Yan thought about it, the more panicked she became. Her fighting power was basically zero now.

Fellow Daoist Bai, are you really not trying to trick me into being killed?

"Ning Yan, this technique of condensing ice into qi is very suitable for your spiritual roots." Bai Lan said, shook his head and sighed, with a flash of disappointment in his eyes: "I really treat you as my own, which is why I gave you such a precious technique. Now you are so defensive against me, which is really sad..."

Qiu Qiu, who had just sat down to drink tea, almost choked on the tea. Is this still the Bai Lan he knew?

How could she still make such a noise?

"No, it's not." Ning Yan opened her mouth, looking embarrassed, with a hint of guilt in her heart: "I just..."

Bai Lan took a step forward, held Ning Yan's hand, and said sincerely, "Ning Yan, don't you know who I am?"

Who is Bai Lan?

Ning Yan slowly glanced to the side, to Qiu Tian who was wearing He Mian's face.

Qiu subconsciously gave a kind smile, but for Ning Yan, it was a little too hellish.

Which righteous cultivator would play such a big trick in private, playing the game of seizing the body? Although it was the body of an evil cultivator, the means were still somewhat unrighteous.

Although they are dealing with evil cultivators, the word "possession" is incompatible with righteous cultivators no matter how you look at it.

But she had saved me before, and Brother Bai Daoyou didn't look like the kind of villain who would kill people just for leaking a secret.

...Besides, if Bai Lan wanted to kill her, she wouldn't be able to escape even if she ran herself to pieces.

So I believed her this time.

"Friend Bai, I can trust your character." Ning Yan sighed secretly: "I was just... just scared by He Mian's face."

"I understand."

A smile flashed in Bai Lan's eyes. He pulled Ning Yan into the house, set up a soundproof barrier, and then turned to look at the two of them.

"This man's name is Qiu Tian. He used to be a righteous cultivator. However, due to a mistake, he was killed by an evil cultivator and lost his body." Bai Lan briefly introduced Qiu Tian's life experience and said no more.

Ning Yan nodded in understanding, thinking about the fact that Bai Lan had deliberately left He Mian's body behind, she could naturally guess that He Mian had been possessed by someone else.

This also indirectly represents that He Mian is dead.

It was a good thing, Ning Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, don't worry. I swear here that I will never tell anyone about Fellow Daoist Qiu, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and my cultivation will not advance at all in this life." Ning Yan spoke first, her desire to survive was full.

Bai Lan smiled even more: "Of course I believe you."

Of course she believed in the effectiveness of the inner demon's oath.

After saying that, Bai Lan took out a jade slip from his storage bag and shook it in his hand: "This is the second level of the ice-condensing-gas-transforming cultivation technique, which corresponds to the foundation-building stage."

Ning Yan's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously wanted to take it, but found that Bai Lan had not handed it to her yet, so she had to secretly take her hand back and coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

"This technique of condensing ice into gas was discovered by chance in an ancient cultivator's cave. There are five levels of this technique, all of which are stored in my consciousness. The first level I gave you was copied out by me personally..."

Good news, the skills from level one to level five are very complete.

Bad news, only Bai Lan has this skill.

Bai Lan finished speaking, and he sighed, looking rather distressed: "I haven't studied the technique much, and it took me a lot of effort to sort it out. Now it seems that I can only give you the next few levels later."

Ning Yan sighed secretly, she knew that there would be no free lunch in the world.

The top-grade earth-level skills are already considered top-level skills in the world of cultivation, and the higher-grade heavenly skills are even harder to come by. After so many years, they have only appeared once in the world, at the Wanbaolou auction several hundred years ago.

Just on that one occasion, several Nascent Soul cultivators showed up and fought for the skills.

Now that Bai Lan has given her such a precious martial art, what he wants is definitely not simple.

"Friend Bai, if you have something to say, why don't you just speak frankly..."

Ning Yan looked determined to risk it all, whether to kill someone or set fire, and she would decide whether to agree to Bai Lan's request depending on the conditions.

“My requirement is actually very simple, that is, no requirement. As long as I am alive, I will send you the next level of skills when you break through a major realm. But if something happens to me one day, alas, then this skill will be gone.” Bai Lan shook his head.

But it is about to be lost.

Ning Yan was silent for a moment, and Bai Lan's abacus beads almost hit her face.

The world of cultivation is such a dangerous place, who can guarantee that they won’t encounter any accidents?

As long as she wants to practice the next level of the technique of condensing ice into gas, she must ensure that Bai Lan is still alive and well.

Once Bai Lan dies, her martial arts will be gone.

In other words, as long as Bai Lan asked her for help in times of crisis, she would have to help.

And not long ago, I had just made a vow to the devil that I would never do anything to harm Bai Lan...

Even using some special means to forcibly remove the skills from Bai Lan's consciousness couldn't be done!

Looking at Bai Lan's slightly smiling eyes, Ning Yan's throat choked.

Free is indeed the most expensive.

But the temptation of condensing ice into gas was too great for her. This technique perfectly matched her spiritual roots and physique... If she continued to practice like this, if nothing unexpected happened, it would be easy to build the foundation and there would be hope of forming the pill.

"Friend Bai, promise me that you... must live well from now on." Ning Yan suddenly spoke in a heavy voice.

Bai Lan smiled confidently: "Don't worry, I've always had good luck. I've survived several critical moments before, so nothing will happen to me easily."

The skills are also divided into main and secondary cultivation. Even if the technique of condensing ice into qi is missing a few levels, one's future path of cultivation will not be interrupted.

But your strength will be greatly reduced, and your future cultivation path will not be smooth.

Therefore, as long as it doesn't involve sending herself to death, Ning Yan doesn't mind helping Bai Lan overcome some difficulties.

Now no one wants Bai Lan to stay alive and well more than Ning Yan.

"I promised you before that I would find a way out for you. Have you ever thought about joining a sect and seeking shelter?" Bai Lan got to the point.

Ning Yan nodded: "Of course I have thought about it. Daoist friend, do you want me to join the Qingyuan Sect...?"

"You are already nearly twenty-five or twenty-six years old. This time you have wasted your cultivation and started practicing again. Even if you join the Qingyuan Sect, you are still a step behind those fellow disciples who started practicing at the age of teens or even five or six."

“…” Ning Yan sighed.