Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Just thinking about the fact that he might have spent 1.5 million spirit stones to buy a fake pill recipe, He Ling felt a heat wave rushing to his head.

He Ling's face turned redder and redder, and he suddenly felt like a ferocious tiger was hiding in his heart, roaring and scratching in his chest. At this moment, He Ling actually had some thoughts of cutting open his chest and letting the tiger out.

As soon as this thought arose, He Ling was shocked and immediately stopped the spiritual fire in his hand. The white liquid in the furnace lost its support and quickly turned yellow and black. In less than a moment, it turned into a furnace of black slag, and a burnt smell came.

But He Ling ignored all this. She sat cross-legged, folded her hands on her abdomen, and even her breathing became extremely slow.

Whether it is alchemy or cultivation, the most taboo things are joy, anger, sorrow and resentment. It does not mean that cultivators must cut off all emotions, but as long as they fall into that emotion, they will not think about the matter itself. This emotion will be infinitely magnified in their hearts, and they will fall deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate themselves.

Everyone has delusions, and once the mind is disturbed, all kinds of thoughts arise.

When you are happy, you become complacent and completely ignore the current facts.

When you are angry, your heart burns with fire. When you see flaws in everything, you become angry at everything.

When you are sad, you feel sorry for yourself and only care about yourself. You always think about yourself first in everything, which makes people annoying.

If you complain, you will be filled with resentment and complain about everything, which will hurt others and yourself.

He Ling's progress has been very slow since she started practicing. Seeing that her peers and even the younger generations have surpassed her in cultivation, how could she not feel angry and resentful?

It's just that she has a relatively easy-going personality. In addition, although her cultivation is slow, she is doing well thanks to the Baoquan. Although the resentment that has been growing over the years is not obvious, it is still hidden in He Ling's heart.

Now, provoked by the matter of the pill formula, his heart was suddenly filled with resentment, and his eyes were full of fire.

Fortunately, He Ling was cautious by nature. She decisively gave up the furnace of pills as soon as she noticed a sign. She was determined in her heart, but then she realized that her mind was already in a state of chaos. All kinds of sad, resentful, happy and angry thoughts were like mosquitoes covering the sky and the sun, which could not be driven away or avoided.

Ordinary delusions would never cause such a scene. He Ling immediately understood that she had encountered a mental tribulation.

She was relieved at first that she had stopped. If she had insisted on refining the elixir, she would have been possessed by inner demons. Once her heart of Taoism was broken, the spiritual power in her body would no longer be under her control. At that time, her spiritual power would have gone out of control and she might have died on the spot.

But then a wave of impatience washed over her. Why did it have to be this time? After going through countless dangers, she finally gathered the spiritual herbs for the foundation-building pill! But Chu Changqing suddenly appeared at the last moment! Finally, after finally starting to refine the pill, the formula had problems again! The formula hadn't been solved yet, and this heart tribulation came again!

He Ling became anxious and felt that everything in the world seemed to be against him, and he suddenly felt a little pity for himself.

Why do these things always go against me? I am so pitiful.

In an instant, this bit of pity turned into a raging fire.

Why am I so pitiful! These things are still against me!

He Ling suddenly opened his eyes, which were red in color. He shouted a curse, "Why! Why are you all against me?"

In an instant, the spiritual power around He Ling surged, and then her face turned red, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, He Ling's face turned pale.

He Ling's heart trembled, not realizing that he was careless for a moment and was taken advantage of by the mental tribulation.

Qing'er at the entrance of the cave could no longer hide. She spread her wings, turned into a green light, and rushed in front of He Ling.

He Ling did not dare to relax at all. She was still sitting cross-legged in meditation with her eyes closed. There was blood on the corner of her mouth, but she did not dare to move to wipe it.

Qing'er circled around He Ling twice, feeling very anxious, but she knew that He Ling's spiritual power was extremely violent now, and if she intervened forcibly, it might backfire.

Moreover, because of the Spirit-Retreating Pill, it was now unable to use any spiritual power. Even though she knew that He Ling was in critical condition, she could only watch.

At this moment, in the mind space that appeared in He Ling's heart, she seemed to have turned into the same person who had just come to this world.

He was wearing tattered clothes, was extremely skinny, and was starving.

The dark mass gathered in the sky was all her delusions.

They were unwilling to let her go, and there was a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by a violent storm.

He Ling was experiencing a storm at this moment, and a sense of fear inexplicably rose in his heart.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her heart beating violently, and a trace of fear appeared on her face.

"Yes... That's right... spiritual objects! There are spiritual objects that can help one avoid mental disasters!"

He Ling was like a madman. He suddenly grabbed the storage bag on his waist with both hands. Without chanting any spells or searching with his spiritual sense, he reached into the storage bag and began to look for it.

She first took out something, and found that it was actually a small sword. At this moment, her face was already full of joy, but her face instantly became aggrieved.

She cried, "Why not?"

He threw the small sword away and then began to rummage in the storage bag.

"This, no."

“This is useless!”

"Ah, this is no use."

“Not yet!”

He Ling felt anxious and even her scalp began to itch. The itchiness became more and more severe, so she didn't care about looking for any spiritual objects. She first stretched out a hand and scratched her scalp fiercely several times.

But the itch seemed to be against her. After she scratched it, it became even more itchy.

He Lingqi scratched his hands, "Ah, why! You always want to go against me!"

She scratched for a while until her originally smooth hair became a mess like a chicken coop. She didn't stop yet. She scratched faster and faster, with more and more force, and was about to scratch her hair to bleed.

He Ling's appearance scared Qing'er. Although she didn't know what had happened to He Ling, she knew that she couldn't let He Ling scratch her like this.

"Fizz!"

Qing'er hissed twice, and her body suddenly grew larger. She coiled her snake tail, and her entire body trapped He Ling tightly.

He Ling's eyes were red at this moment. She stared at Qing'er intently, "Qing'er! Are you going to go against me too?"

"I've raised you for so long! I never thought you'd be such an ungrateful person! Let me go!"

"........."

Facing He Ling's curse, Qing'er pretended not to hear it. Although He Ling also had some physical training techniques, it was impossible for him to break free from the restraints of Qing'er, who was already a foundation-building spirit beast.

After scolding for a while, He Ling actually started crying again.

She cried, "Qing'er! I'm so itchy, please let me go, just for a little while, and I'll tickle you, just once."

"Woo, Qing'er, it's really itchy."

"Why, why are they all against me? It's obviously, it's obviously their fault!"

After crying for a while, her expression changed again. Her crying became softer, but she began to sigh frequently.