The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Luo Ge swayed, her whole body like a butterfly fluttering around the outer edge of the "Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Array".

Strands of silver sword energy gathered at her fingertips!

Each brushstroke is like caressing a lover's face, gently and precisely touching the tender leaves of each seedling.

Nourished by the moon dew and caressed by the sword energy,

The previously withered seedlings of the Soul-Nourishing Grass began to slowly unfurl their leaves, emitting a faint, ethereal glow.

However, the most crucial step, "guiding the soul into the earth," has arrived.

This is to allow the roots of the Soul-Nourishing Grass to completely merge with the earth veins of the Drunken Evening Forest, thereby absorbing the purest moonlight power.

However, this step is extremely risky. If the soul power is not properly controlled, it may damage the seedling's spirituality or even cause it to wither.

Although the disciples did their best, they were still relatively inexperienced.

In the jade basins of several disciples, the light from the seedlings began to flicker, appearing extremely unstable.

"Don't let your mind wander!"

Si Yao's voice rang out at the right moment, but she kept her eyes closed.

"Don't try to control it, but guide it and let it find the pulse of the earth's veins on its own."

"Imagine yourself as that blade of grass, striving to send its roots deep into the ground..."

Upon hearing this, the disciples all took a deep breath and refocused their minds.

Si Yao opened her eyes at this moment.

She ignored the seedlings that had already stabilized and went straight to the few jade plants that were not in good condition.

She stretched out her slender, fair fingers and hovered them above the jade basin.

A powerful and pure soul force surged from her fingertips, transforming into countless visible pale blue threads that gently enveloped the swaying seedlings.

"go."

With a soft shout from her!

The seedlings trembled violently, their roots seemingly guided, instantly piercing the spiritual soil and deeply embedding themselves in the earth of the Drunken Evening Forest.

hum! !

The entire "Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Array" was activated, emitting a soft light.

All the Soul-Nourishing Grass seedlings settled down completely at this moment.

Their roots intertwine underground, connecting with the earth's veins, greedily absorbing the essence of the Drunken Evening Forest.

"Success!"

"We made it!"

"Great!"

"Yes!"

The disciples couldn't help but cheer as they looked at the vibrant seedlings in their jade basins.

Jin Xi watched Si Yao's smooth and effortless movements, her eyes filled with shock and admiration.

He had been assisting her and could clearly sense Si Yao's exquisite control over her soul power.

That level of effortless mastery was something he could only dream of.

Luo Ge walked to Si Yao's side and handed her a clean handkerchief:

"Wipe your sweat."

"Si Yao, your control over soul power is becoming more and more superb."

"The sect leader was right about you."

Si Yao took the handkerchief and gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, a slight smile playing on her lips beneath the veil.

"It's because everyone cooperated well."

At this moment!

Lingyao also sensed the vibrant life force below.

Joy shone in its crimson eyes, and it let out a low, long howl.

Ouch...

It's celebrating this successful planting!

The scene changes.

at the same time.

Inside the Alchemy Pavilion.

A massive alchemy furnace stood in the center, its interior burning with eerie blue flames that emitted terrifyingly high temperatures.

Shuangyue, dressed in a plain white dress, stood with her hands behind her back in front of the alchemy furnace.

Her stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless.

His cool gaze seemed to penetrate the wisps of smoke rising from the alchemy furnace, as if it could see through space and into everything in the Drunken Evening Forest.

A lingering, acrid smell permeated the air, the remnants left behind after the elixir had been mercilessly devoured by the raging fire.

The once ancient and imposing alchemy furnace was now covered with fine cracks, resembling an eggshell that could break at any moment.

The fire in the furnace was dim and weak, a cluster of pale blue flames forcibly suppressed. The temperature was not high, but it was extremely unstable, just like the precarious state of mind of the Frosty Moon at this moment.

On the jade table in front of her were countless failed creations.

Drops of murky, muddy liquid, which should have been crystal clear "dew to cleanse the mind".

The Dew of Tranquility sounds like just an ordinary medicine for calming the mind and soothing the nerves, but for Liu Xiaohan, who was imprisoned in the Cold Abyss Cave, it was her only lifeline to survive.

Within the Frosty Abyss Cave, ten thousand souls devour the body!

Without the daily cleansing of the mind and soul with the Cleansing Dew, one will lose all sanity within three months and become a walking corpse who only knows how to scream in pain.

"The eleventh time..."

Shuangyue gently raised her jade hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and stroked the drop of failed liquid.

Those eyes, which were always aloof and proud in front of their disciples, were now bloodshot, revealing an unyielding weariness and panic deep within.

"Why... is it still not working?"

She muttered to herself, then suddenly waved her hand, sweeping all the failed products off the jade table.

The porcelain bottle shattered, and the murky liquid splattered everywhere, just like her patience, which was now in disarray.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to sit up straight again.

With a flick of her wrist, fresh medicinal herbs flew into the furnace:

Star dew grass, calming grass, ice lotus, chalcedony fungus...

Each one was picked by her own hands, containing the purest moonlight power.

"Liu Xiaohan, please wait a little longer..."

Frosty Moon closed her eyes, gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at her fingertips, and gently brushed it across the grass.

I know you are suffering.

Her voice suddenly choked up, but her movements became even more ruthless.

"Liu Xiaohan!"

She suddenly let out a low growl at the empty attic, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall.

"I know everything... I saw it all!"

"Through the water mirror, I saw you banging your head against that stone wall to keep yourself from going crazy! You silly girl!"

Shuangyue's chest heaved violently as she recalled the scene she had witnessed in the water mirror yesterday:

A massive black dragon, its body bound by iron chains, was curled up in a cold corner, surrounded by countless black demonic souls that were gnawing at its soul.

At that moment, Shuangyue's heart shattered.

As the sect leader, she had to uphold justice even at the cost of her own family.

Liu Xiaohan and Wei Ranzhu secretly pledged their love to each other. However, they killed innocent people and destroyed spiritual plants in the trial grounds, violating the sect rules and deserving to be executed according to the law.

It was she who, with the power of the sect leader, threw Liu Xiaohan into the Cold Abyss Cave, thus giving him a sliver of hope.

She locked him up not as punishment, but to save him.

She must refine the purest Purifying Dew to resist the endless torment in the icy abyss.

"I know you're blaming me...blaming me for being heartless, blaming me for not saving you."

As Shuangyue put the medicinal herbs into the alchemy furnace, she muttered to herself nervously, and tears finally slid down her cheeks, dripping into the bluish-white earth fire.

Zizzi! !

"But Xiaohan, if I don't lock you up, Junyan will be even more ruthless, and you will be completely destroyed!"

"Only under my very nose, in that icy abyss cave, can I protect your spirit with the Dew of Purity every day..."

The medicinal herbs inside the furnace gradually turned into liquid under the heat of the earth fire.

This time, the color seemed purer than before, with a faint hint of milky white.

A spark of hope ignited in Shuangyue's eyes.

Her ten fingers danced like butterflies flitting among flowers, forming mysterious hand seals to guide the fire and carefully control the faint spiritual energy.

“Almost…almost…”

She held her breath, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just as the milky white liquid was about to condense into dew, a piercing buzzing sound suddenly came from inside the alchemy furnace.

boom!

It instantly disturbed Shuangyue's mind.

"No!"

Frostmosue tried to make amends in a panic, but it was too late.

boom!

With a soft click, the stove lid popped open!

The newly gathered spiritual energy instantly dissipated, turning into a cloud of ashes that drifted down.

Failed again.

Shuangyue's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the cold ground, overwhelmed by despair.

Looking at the mess, she suddenly burst into laughter, a shrill laugh that echoed through the empty alchemy pavilion.

"Hehehe..."

"Liu Xiaohan...it's my incompetence..."

Her laughter was tinged with tears, and her voice was broken.

"It's my fault...it's my fault that you're in trouble..."

She struggled to her feet and staggered to the corner of the wall, where a water mirror stood.

In the mirror, light and shadow flickered, reflecting the scene inside the Cold Abyss Cave once again.