Chapter 7

After the first session, Song Ting put away his weapon, and the system's notification sound indeed appeared.

[Ding! Dual cultivation session ended. Since the other party is a mortal, gained 10 Yin-Yang points!]

[Dual cultivation with a chaste body, rewarded 1000 Yin-Yang points!]

[Remaining Yin-Yang points: 1230]

"Is this what雏凤 (Chufeng) is all about?!" Song Ting was overjoyed inside.

An hour later, Song Ting was ready again.

"Jiang Qing, bear with it, I'll be quick!" Song Ting looked at Jiang Qing's pure and charming face and promised.

Jiang Qing gave a barely audible "Mm" and closed her big, dark eyes.

It was still a bit awkward, but this time, Jiang Qing let out a loud scream at the end!

The clouds and rain had passed.

Her slightly flushed face added a touch of allure to the young girl.

After a night of storms, Song Ting had transformed into the General Zhao who had entered and exited seven times.

"Pity, only 10 points each time after that."

He also had to take care of his body. After the last session, his Yin-Yang points reached 1300.

Getting out of bed, Song Ting put on his dark robe and looked at the rising red dawn.

"How do you feel?"

With the improved cultivation technique, the cauldron should not be damaged.

Jiang Qing blushed and said softly, "It's okay, just that you did it too many times."

Her face was rosy and healthy, clearly satisfied.

"Will I get pregnant with so many times?" Jiang Qing felt a soreness in her lower abdomen and said with a hint of worry.

Song Ting sat on the mat and waved his hand, "Don't worry, you won't. You can expel it yourself."

During cultivation, Song Ting would automatically guide the primordial Yin into his dantian.

Without the primordial Yin, a woman cannot conceive.

After the steward called from outside the window, Jiang Qing left.

A while later, Song Ting finished his cultivation on the mat, advancing from the first level of Qi Condensation to the second.

"What a pitiful progress, this is what mixed spiritual roots are like?" Song Ting sighed.

The path of cultivation is long and arduous.

"I hope that treasure can bring me a pleasant surprise!" Song Ting's eyes sharpened as he recalled the scene that day.

That day, he was hit by a car in a stylish suit and died, then found himself in a battlefield where spells flew and the void trembled.

It was a massive manhunt.

The person being hunted, upon seeing Song Ting in his strange attire, handed him a box.

"Remember, it contains a treasure that can overturn the world."

After saying that, the hunted person used a heaven-defying spell to teleport Song Ting away.

Due to his lack of cultivation, Song Ting couldn't open the wooden box.

After hiding the box, Song Ting was taken to the Huanhuan Sect.

After recalling the memory, Song Ting calculated in his mind, "The steward said disciples go down the mountain to plunder every half year."

"Calculating the time, it should be more than a month before the next descent."

Currently, he had 1300 Yin-Yang points, which he could use to plan well before descending the mountain.

He looked at Wang Xiaowen, who was about to rot in the corner, and said to the corpse, "Brother, don't worry, I'll revive you after this plunder!"

"Of course, I won't let you rot!"

After some thought, Song Ting decided to find a freezing spell in the scripture hall.

Outside the scripture hall, the elder guarding it said irritably, "No matter what spell, you need contribution points to exchange."

Song Ting was displeased and muttered, "It's like the righteous path, even with contribution points."

To his surprise, the elder had incredible hearing and immediately retorted, "What, you have a problem with that?"

"The righteous path is doing well, so we should learn from them."

Song Ting was terrified, fearing he would be killed by the elder at any moment, and quickly said, "Elder is right, Elder is right."

Being a member of the evil path, he had to be cautious.

At the Huanhuan Sect's mission hall, Song Ting found the missions of the evil path to be more outrageous than the others.

"Need a long-term master, I will be the dog, no dual cultivation."

"Looking for a master of movements, the more knowledgeable the better, contribution points to be negotiated privately."

"I am male, grew up without a mother, looking for a female cultivator to feel maternal love."

...

Compared to the private missions posted by disciples, the sect's missions were somewhat more normal.

"Monster core orders, one contribution point for a first-stage core, ten contribution points for a second-stage core, and so on."

"Ore orders..."

Many cultivation resource orders were skipped by Song Ting as he had no goods.

Finally, he found a mission he could do, and it was perfect for him.

"Herbal child, ten contribution points per day, find Elder Wen Yueqi after tearing the mission paper."

Without a second thought, Song Ting tore the paper, his mind full of the idea of using the system to modify the quality of the herbs.

The moment he tore the paper, the fellow disciples in the mission hall stared at him with wide eyes.

"Someone still dares to take this mission, truly fearless."

"Many disciples have died at Elder Wen's hands."

"Those disciples didn't listen to advice, they didn't believe in the danger, and ended up as fertilizer in the herb fields!"

"This person looks like a newcomer, what a pity, he's quite handsome."

The noise shattered Song Ting's joy, and he wanted to put the paper back.

Seeing Song Ting's actions, the steward at the mission board shouted, "Once a sect mission is taken, it cannot be returned."

"What if I return it?"

"It will be considered a contempt of the sect and will be punished severely."

...

The Huanhuan Sect's herbal garden and alchemy were in the same place.

Outside the alchemy hall on the Alchemy Peak, Song Ting, full of frustration, knocked on the door.

"Is Elder Wen here? I'm the new herbal child who took the mission."

"Oh, the door isn't locked, come in."

A soft and dazed voice came from inside.

However, Song Ting didn't take Elder Wen lightly. He respectfully responded and gently pushed the door open.

The hall was very clean, but Song Ting smelled a milky scent.

"Elder Wen? Where are you?" Song Ting didn't dare to move around recklessly and looked around.

"I'm in the alchemy room." The dazed voice came again.

Following the voice, Song Ting saw the words "Alchemy Room" on the side of the hall.

He walked over, and the alchemy room's door was open. He could feel a scorching heat from outside, making him want to take off his clothes.

The firelight from the alchemy furnace illuminated the face of a dazed girl drinking milk.

Perhaps calling her a girl was inaccurate; Wen Yueqi looked even younger, with a porcelain-like doll face.

She had two pigtails, wearing a green-gold alchemy robe, and no pants, as the top was large enough to cover her knees.

Her small feet, the size of an adult's palm, were in white silk socks, covering her slender legs.

Most bizarrely, her ankles were locked with a chain, engraved with intricate runes.

Wen Yueqi noticed someone had arrived, turned to look at Song Ting, put down the milk bottle, and took out a pill from her chest.

"Newcomer, try this pill and see how it works."

Song Ting looked at Wen Yueqi's small, sooty hand, hesitated slightly, and then took the pill.