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

He took out a small porcelain bottle and put all the foundation-building pills into it.

He Ling took out a booklet and a talisman pen and started writing and drawing on it. This was the summary of He Ling's alchemy records over the years. She actually had no talent for alchemy. The reason she could reach this level was purely due to one word - practice!

After He Ling's records over the years, this piece of paper has become as thick as half a palm, which shows the difficulties she encountered and the hard work she did.

He Ling was satisfied that she succeeded in building the foundation the first time she refined it. She still had a lot of spiritual medicines, and the pills she produced in the future would be much better in both quality and quantity.

Calculating the time, twenty-eight days have passed since she started refining in this underground space. If her guess is correct, Chu Changqing will come to her soon.

One must not be disturbed while refining the elixir. If one just blocks the door, Chu Changqing will probably force his way in. After thinking for a moment, He Ling left the underground spiritual field.

"Ying ying."

He Ling touched the fox's head and said, "Xiaohong, you have worked hard during this period." Then he took out a bottle of pills and handed it to Xiaohong.

Xiaohong stood up, but it was inconvenient to hold it with two paws.

But a white mist came out of her body, and she transformed into a girl of seven or eight years old. The girl had two high braids on her head, and her hair only reached her ears. Her face was chubby and pink, which made her look very cute. She was wearing a little red dress, but apart from the dress, her limbs were still like a fox.

The fox with the pink paw opened and took the pill in one hand. Its red lips moved slightly, but it could not speak, and only made two "嘤嘤" sounds.

Xiaohong's transformed appearance was very pleasing. He Ling couldn't help but pinched Xiaohong's chubby little face, and then walked towards the hall.

When he arrived at the hall, he started thinking about how to deal with Chu Changqing.

At night, He Ling called Tubatulu again and told them that there might be bad guys coming soon.

Chu Changqing, however, was a bit troublesome. Not only was he a foundation-building cultivator, but he was also a member of the Xuanyuan Sect. Whether it was in terms of force or power, He Ling could not afford to offend him now.

The only thing she could do now was to delay. As long as there was enough time, after He Ling established his foundation, with both her and Qing'er as the fighting force of the foundation, Chu Changqing would not be a concern at all.

But now I have to keep a low profile.

Five days later, He Ling was sitting on a throne with a booklet at her side. She picked up the brush, remembered something, and wrote two more strokes. As she was writing furiously, she heard a loud "clang" coming from the direction of the door!

The voice was so loud that it was hard for He Ling not to hear it. Tuba happened to come back that day. Instead of opening the door, he ran to He Ling.

"Sister He Ling, could this be the man surnamed Chu?"

He Ling nodded, "It's most likely him. Tuba, go open the door and let him in. Then just do as I said before."

Tuba looked a little indignant, but he still nodded and walked towards the gate.

As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared, followed by a white-haired old man.

The middle-aged man in white robe frowned when he saw that it was a man opening the door. Then he looked inside, but did not see He Ling. His face suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

He swung his sleeves and said, "Humph, you really don't know etiquette! Chu Xin, when your wife gets married, you must discipline her properly."

The old man behind him quickly responded.

"Uncle, you are absolutely right. I will definitely discipline my nephew well in the future."

Hearing these words, Tuba's face couldn't help but turn red. Sister He Ling had been very kind to him in buying a house and teaching him. Now these people were humiliating He Ling in front of him. How could he not be angry?

However, remembering Sister He Ling's instructions, he could only suppress his anger for the time being, but his tone became impolite, "You two, please come in."

The white-haired old man took a step forward, and then he saw that his uncle was standing still, so he took back his half-step.

Chu Changqing glanced at Tuba with disdain, "It's really like the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked. Even an ant like you dares to show disrespect to me."

He stretched out his hand and waved, and beams of yellow light shot out.

Tuba had no time to react. The next moment, he felt a huge force coming from his chest. With a "bang", he was knocked straight out and rolled back more than ten meters before he stopped. Tuba had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth at this moment. He covered his chest with one hand and stared at the middle-aged man in white robe.

The middle-aged man in the white robe was a little surprised. "You ant are quite tough, but it seems that I haven't taught you enough."

He waved his hand again, and a yellow light appeared on it. But the next moment, a figure walked out a few meters in front of where Tuba rolled.

"Senior, don't bother with a junior. Come in and have some tea."

When Chu Changqing saw that it was He Ling, although there was still disdain on his face, his hands stopped. He gently brushed off the non-existent dust on his robe on his chest, and then stepped into the house.

"Niece-in-law, this is your fault. How could you discipline a servant like this? Fortunately, it happened to me. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have beaten and killed this blind thing."

He Ling's expression remained unchanged. With a slight smile, he glanced at Tuba and said sternly, "Why don't you go down by yourself? What are you doing here?"

Tuba knew that he was not as skilled as his opponent, so he lowered his head, covered his chest, climbed up, and walked towards the attic on the other side.

Looking at the direction Tuba was going, Chu Changqing frowned.

"Senior, please."

This time, Chu Changqing didn't say anything and went straight into the hall.

As soon as he entered the room, Chu Changqing didn't hesitate and sat down in the main seat. The old man with white hair sat next to him.

He Ling sat on the other side.

Taking a sip of tea, Chu Changqing slowly spoke, "Niece-in-law, I don't care about your past, but if you marry into my Chu family, you must cut off all your past relationships. I don't want my Chu family's daughter-in-law to have affairs with those wild men outside."

He Ling frowned slightly, knowing that he had misunderstood her relationship with Tuba, but her expression returned to normal in an instant.

"By the way, this is your husband. Come and meet him."

Then the white-haired old man next to him nodded to He Ling.

He Ling took a quick glance and saw that the old man had a head full of white hair and wrinkled skin. His rosacea was particularly noticeable. It was large and flat, and it looked as if he was not from the same person as his other facial features.

It's hard to say whether his appearance is beautiful or ugly. If there were a circus in this era, he would be a good spectacle to watch.