Mysterious mirror hanging high

After several days, Jing Yu finally returned to the underground cave under the nameless island. He thought that the place was empty, but unexpectedly, Song Jianxu and Song Jinghong were still staying there, with no intention of moving at all.

Jing Yu bowed to Song Jianxu, who was still closing his eyes to heal his wounds, and said respectfully:

"Greetings to Master Song. I have fulfilled my mission and have purchased all the spiritual herbs on the list. I still have quite a few spiritual stones left from the gift from Master, and they are all here."

"Young friend Ye is indeed a trustworthy person. I have not misjudged him."

Song Jianxu took the storage bag containing the spiritual medicine with a smile, pushed the bag of spiritual stones back, and gave the foundation-building chapter of the [Tianchou Divination Sword Sutra] to Jing Yu.

Jing Yu accepted the reward and thanked him profusely, but in his heart he could not help but complain:

"This Master Song is quite careless. He is a great Master, a pillar of support for the clan, and the family's prosperity and decline depend on him. Yet he is so arrogant."

"What's the point of relying solely on me being a righteous and upright person? What's the point of relying on an oath to restrain an inner demon? Other than that, there's not even a single trick left to try."

Jing Yu didn't know that Song Jianxu was an old immortal who had lived for hundreds of years. How could he not be so vigilant?

However, Song Jianxu was well-known in the world for his fortune-telling skills. He had used the fortune-telling skills to overcome countless life-and-death crises and obtain countless opportunities to continue his journey throughout his life. He had long believed in the results of fortune-telling. He had previously used his own natal magic weapon [Sixty-four Pure Bamboo Divination Sticks] to calculate the good and bad luck of the matter of entrusting Jing Yu to purchase spiritual medicine, and the sign showed [minor good luck], and there was no crisis. That was why he was able to sit back and relax.

If Jing Yu knew that Song Jianxu was completely defenseless for this reason, he would probably burst out laughing.

Cause and effect and destiny are extremely mysterious, which cannot be covered by just a few hexagrams. Although fortune-telling is considered one of the "Hundred Arts of Immortality" and is profound and extensive, it can only be used as a reference at most and cannot be fully trusted. Otherwise, everyone would have a box of fortune sticks and would calculate every detail before even doing something as small as eating or defecating, and would act according to the auspiciousness or inauspiciousness of the hexagram. How could there be any variables in this world?

Even Yuwen Xiaoyan, a top destiny-holder in the Xianzhou Realm, was careless and had his possibility of becoming the Emperor of Flame in the future forcibly extinguished by the magical powers of Yuanying Zhenjun. What about Song Jianxu, who had an "ordinary" destiny?

"Thank you for your dedication to my ancestor. I am deeply grateful. If there is any need for me in the Red Dust Sea in the future, just send a message to Xingluo Island. I will go there rain or shine without hesitation."

Seeing Song Jianxu take out an alchemy furnace to prepare to refine the elixir, Song Jinghong, a direct descendant of the Song family, came over and thanked Jing Yu.

Song Jinghong had been waiting quietly beside Song Jianxu, far away from Jing Yu. Jing Yu had tactfully resisted looking at her. But when she suddenly came closer, he immediately smelled a disgusting ghostly breath. Even though Jing Yu was very good at cultivating his qi, he subconsciously took a step back.

Song Jinghong took a few steps and retracted his feet awkwardly, muttering:

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm truly sorry. I was born with a ghost as my companion. From the day I was born, I've had a ghostly aura that can't be washed away or covered up."

"Others only think I'm a rare genius in the world of ghosts, but they have no idea of ​​all the hardships and grievances I've endured."

Jing Yu also understood the principle of not talking too much to someone new, so he just gathered his sleeves and said cautiously, "Thank you for your hard work over the years, fellow Daoist."

Song Jianxu placed the finest alchemy furnace, sat down cross-legged, and sorted out the magic power in his body.

Seeing this, Song Jinghong said to Jing Yu, "My ancestor is not only famous in the South China Sea for his divination skills, but he is also a master of alchemy. Although his alchemy skills are not as earth-shattering as divination, he can easily obtain ordinary golden elixir-level elixirs."

"This alchemy furnace is called the [Dragon Patterned Meteorite Furnace]. It is the masterpiece of Feng Jinhuo, the master refiner of the South Sea. It is a genuine magical weapon."

"Magic weapon?" Jing Yu looked at the dragon-patterned alchemy furnace mixed with the tiny bits of starlight and meteorites, feeling a little envious. "After all, he's a Great Immortal in the late Jindan stage. His background is indeed incomparable to that of ordinary Jindan cultivators."

Jing Yu's words were not groundless. Even if a Jindan alchemist specialized in alchemy, if he was only in the early or middle stage, he might still be using a magic furnace. Where could you find a magic furnace? This was a good thing that was hard to buy even with spirit stones. If you didn't have connections with a few masters of alchemy, you would be at a loss even if you had the best spiritual materials.

Afterwards, Song Jianxu finished organizing the magic power in his body, flipped his hand, and took out a half-burned charcoal piece. He blew hard on the black part of the piece of wood a few times, and the sparks on it suddenly became much stronger.

Song Jinghong, standing by, continued to explain, "[Unquenchable Charcoal Fire] is also a rare golden elixir spiritual fire... This spiritual fire is most suitable for wood-type cultivators to refine elixirs. My ancestor's current reputation in alchemy is largely due to this fire."

Jing Yu was really intrigued by Song Jinghong, and he couldn't help but feel a lot more excited about the result of Song Jianxu's upcoming elixir refining.

But Song Jianxu took a deep breath, flicked the half piece of charcoal into the bottom of the alchemy furnace, first burned this [Dragon Patterned Star Meteorite Furnace] red, and then casually threw in a few worthless common auxiliary medicines, slowly refining the medicinal properties in them, but stopped there.

Just when Jing Yu was a little confused, Song Jianxu slapped the bamboo tube at his waist, and dozens of green bamboo divination sticks flew out, hovering in the air, constantly changing their shapes, and finally fixed into a strange hexagram.

"Lack of strength, failure at the last moment... This is a sign of [Minor Misfortune]."

Looking at the hexagrams appearing in the sky, Song Jianxu sighed and said to himself, "Forget it, the arrow is on the string, let's try to refine it."

Then he snapped his ten fingers together, and several streams of magic power were injected into the alchemy furnace, assisting the changes in the medicinal properties in the furnace.

Jing Yu finally perked up and his eyes widened a little.

Song Jianxu's method of concocting the medicinal properties just now was extremely magical. The formula was complicated and mysterious, but his technique seemed effortless, clean and neat. It was obvious that he had real skills.

"Just now I thought Song Jinghong was just bragging and praising his ancestor to the skies. In fact, he was just relying on his late Jindan stage cultivation to refine a few foundation-building pills. I'm afraid he's not as good as me in terms of alchemy skills... Now it seems I was wrong. Just this technique of concocting pills has already secured his position as a Jindan alchemist!" Jing Yu thought secretly.

But this thought had just arisen not long ago, and the fluctuations of magic power in Song Jianxu's body, which had originally been stable, suddenly became chaotic. He could not control himself and coughed up a large group of black poisonous insects.

As the golden elixir's magical power went out of control, the fire in the cauldron grew stronger. With a "bang", a few wisps of black smoke emerged from the vent of the cauldron...