Leaving the Yin Spirit

The atmosphere was still somewhat stagnant when they returned to Taoist Simu's little wooden house, nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

At some point, the pouring rain had stopped. Moonlight leaked through gaps in the clouds, casting a cold, pale glow over the drenched courtyard.

Taoist Qianhe, the surviving disciples, and the soldiers had all suffered injuries of varying severity. Corpse poison had entered their bodies; though it was not fatal, it still had to be dealt with at once.

Simu and Yixiu bustled back and forth, boiling glutinous-rice water and mixing detoxifying talisman water.

Lin Yan wanted to help, but Simu pressed him down into a chair.

"Sit there. Don't move around." Simu's gaze was extremely complicated. "First take a proper breather and think carefully—does anywhere feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Yan sat down as told, but his mind sank into his body.

The system prompt sounded at just the right moment:

[Mission complete. Reward issued: early-stage Qi Refining to Godhood cultivation]

A warm current far more vast and pure than when he had taken pills before, yet incomparably gentle, poured into his body from the void and finally gathered in his dantian.

That thread of true qi, which had already grown considerably stronger, was like a stream infused with living water; in an instant, it surged and roared.

It circulated on its own along some profound, mysterious route, scouring and widening his meridians before finally returning to his dantian, where it was constantly refined and compressed.

At the same time, a cool sensation stirred at the ancestral aperture between his brows, within the Mud Pill Palace, followed by a faint heat and swelling.

A strange sense of inner sight appeared naturally.

He could not only see the true qi inside his body flowing like mist and threads, he