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

After sending Wen Moren away, He Ling was determined.

After giving Tuba a few instructions, he returned to his residence.

They came back to the room with the secret door. Xiaohong was still guarding the door.

"Xiaohong, just do as I instructed."

"Ying ying."

After entering the underground space and arriving in front of the alchemy furnace, I smelled a slight burnt smell.

He opened the alchemy furnace, raised his hand, and a stream of spiritual spring water floated out, washing away the black elixir residue inside.

He Ling then sat back on the cushion.

She first calmed down and slowly exhaled, then took out the thin recipe for the foundation-building pill.

When it comes to alchemy, He Ling has been practicing it for decades. He has refined countless elixirs, big and small, from elixirs that increase cultivation to elixirs for healing wounds and restoring spiritual power. To be honest, He Ling can definitely be called an alchemist with many years of experience.

He checked the pill formula one by one, and found that the pharmacological explanation, the time of taking medicine, and the combination of spiritual medicines were all well-founded. Even He Ling agreed with it and admired this unknown great man who could come up with the foundation-building pill formula.

If we say it is a forgery, such a logically rigorous and almost real pill formula is used to deceive He Ling, a mere cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. This is too much of a compliment to He Ling.

She was almost certain that the recipe was genuine and there was absolutely no problem with it.

"So, what went wrong?"

The scene of the last failure emerged in his mind. No matter how much He Ling increased the spiritual fire in his hand, the color of the elixir did not change at all.

There was nothing wrong with the recipe, and there was no way the elixir could be a problem. She also checked the furnace. This was a top-grade furnace she had specially exchanged for, and it could be used even after reaching the foundation-building stage. There was no way the problem was with the furnace.

He Ling looked at her fair palms, and with a push of her spiritual power, a spiritual fire ignited on them. "Then it seems that the only problem is this spiritual fire."

But the next moment, He Ling was in trouble again. He Ling had strong magic power, and the spiritual fire he raised was already very strong. If this didn't work, then there was no need to try other spiritual fires from the Qi Refining period. But if it was a method from the Foundation Establishment period, it would not be so easy to find.

Although with He Ling's current means, buying it is not a problem, but the spiritual objects for foundation building are hard to come by, and no one knows when to wait.

Now there is the trouble with Chu Changqing outside, so she will definitely wait.

After thinking for a moment, He Ling's eyes lit up and she suddenly had an idea.

He cast a spell at the storage bag, and a red light floated to He Ling's palm, revealing his figure, and saw that it was an ancient red sword.

The divine consciousness entered the small sword, and the next moment a huge amount of spiritual power poured into the small sword.

The small sword suddenly grew larger, and with a "bang", it turned into a three-foot-long sword. Red light emerged from the sword, and in the blink of an eye, a blaze ignited, and the space around the sword was instantly distorted by the burning.

He Ling's face turned pale. This small sword actually consumed two points more mana than her own magic treasure. It consumed almost half of her spiritual power in one go. No wonder Liu Yan had this sword but did not take it out before. At this rate of spiritual power consumption, he could only swing two swords at most.

Feeling the might of the flame, He Ling nodded secretly in his heart. The power of this flame was so extraordinary that it would be a bit of a waste to use it as a pill fire. The firepower was definitely enough.

However, a new problem arose. Although the Yangyan Sword was powerful, it could not be controlled as easily as the spiritual fire, and alchemy required extremely careful control of the temperature.

This time, He Ling only thought for a moment.

She raised her hand again, and a small orange-yellow bead floated out from the storage bag and floated in her palm.

He Ling couldn't help laughing out loud, "Haha, I didn't expect it to be so perfect."

"What a coincidence."

He Ling activated the Yangyan Sword, and the three-foot red sword suddenly glowed brightly red.

Then he shot a stream of spiritual power at the Fire-Swallowing Bead. The small orange-yellow bead lit up with a yellow light and flew to the flaming sword. With a flash of yellow light, the flames of the sword all floated towards the small orange-yellow bead.

The closer the flame got to the orange-yellow bead, the thinner it became. By the time it got close to the orange-yellow bead, it had completely turned into a yellow light and was absorbed into the bead.

The small bead absorbed for a while, but He Ling could not hold on any longer. The small bead was fine, but the spiritual power consumption of the fiery red sword was too great.

She was now breathing heavily, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

She had no choice but to temporarily stop using her magic power. Without the support of spiritual power, the flame of the fiery red sword instantly shrank until it turned into a small fiery red sword about an inch long.

He Ling took two more breaths before taking out a bottle of spiritual power recovery pills from his storage bag. After taking them, he began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

An idea struck her, "Now is a good time to go and see if the disaster we've suffered these past two days is related to that treasure spring."

But she was still a little worried, so she called out to her sleeve, "Qing'er."

The next moment a small green snake emerged from her sleeve.

"Qing'er, stay by my side. If I'm in the same state again, tie me up. Then have Xiaohong ask Tuba to buy a spiritual item that can ward off inner demons, and have Xiaohong bring it here to use."

Qing'er nodded, slipped out of He Ling's sleeve, and turned into a big snake more than ten meters long, surrounding He Ling twice, with her body in the middle.

After Qing'er finished all this, He Ling felt relieved. He closed his eyes and sank into the Baoquan space.

The next moment He Ling opened his eyes, he came to a place that looked like a fairyland.

There are various flowers, plants and trees nearby, a small mountain pond in the middle, and green mountains and clear waters in the distance.

When He Ling opened his eyes and looked, he saw a white thunder ball floating in the air nearby, and next to it was a low jujube tree full of red fruits.

In the center of this space stands a colorful lotus. This lotus grows in a pocket-sized pond surrounded by a circle of small stones. This lotus has no vines or branches, and only two inches below the lotus, there grows a green leaf as long as a finger.

The lotus as a whole looks like a lotus platform, with three circles. The first circle has the most petals, but each petal is also the smallest. Most of the petals are green, and nine of them have turned golden.

He Ling counted and found that there were about three hundred petals on the first layer.

The petals on the second layer are larger, darker in color, and there are sixty-six of them.

The petals on the third layer are the largest and the brightest, all gradient from pink to blue, and there are the fewest petals, only nine.

In the middle is a small flower bud, as if something is growing inside.

He Ling observed the lotus for a while, thinking to herself, if she didn't know that the lotus was actually a spring, she would definitely think that the lotus was some kind of immortal object that could make one ascend to heaven on the spot if eaten.

Then He Ling directed his mind towards the lotus, a thought came out, and the next moment there was a response.

This was a simple mental inquiry that appeared when the treasure spring grew with the increase of golden petals. This treasure spring had no will, and this inquiry was more like an instinctive reaction.

The next moment, He Ling's face showed an expression of "as expected", "It is indeed your Baoquan's problem."