Even Ghosts Can Be Poisonous, The Ghost Grass Crowned King, and The Sea of Misfortune is the First Pass!

"Little friend, you can help me find the ingredients for the Heavenly Rebirth Pill."

The woman in red sent him out of the alchemy room.

Returning to the dormitory, Ling Yun couldn't wait to open and flip through these hard-to-get alchemy books.

The first one to be opened was a book on poisons, "The Art of Poisonous Companionship."

"Heh..."

After a cursory glance, Ling Yun felt that the book was very practical.

"This alchemy book! It records the techniques for using poisonous hands and the formulas for various poisons, as well as the methods for refining poisons, which are very comprehensive."

"Especially some rare poisons, which can even poison a Void-Returning stage cultivator!"

"No wonder it's a top-tier book that's hard to come by."

The more he read, the more excited he became.

The above recorded the alchemy recipes for eighty-eight types of poisons, and each type's characteristics, skill requirements, and detoxification methods were clearly and thoroughly described.

This time, he had truly found a treasure.

It was no wonder that the poisons that Ling Yun had refined before could only cause temporary paralysis to Void-Returning stage cultivators.

It wasn't because of the power of the artifact itself, but because the poisons recorded above were too terrifying!

If he could find a way to decipher and understand them all, then the artifact user would be invincible.

He carefully put away "The Art of Poisonous Companionship." After studying it, he could then put it to good use for his master.

Ling Yun read through one book after another. After reading ten alchemy books, he finally finished flipping through them, and his inventory was greatly enriched.

Then, he opened a tattered alchemy book, "A Record of the Great Desolation," and found the ingredients he liked the most.

"Heavenly Grass, food, drink, and clothing are all trivial matters; only the Golden Sword is not stained by the body."

"The Heavenly Grass has a beautiful appearance, like a flower, and it is the master of all things. It must be obtained with a sincere heart and refined into a pill."

"..."

He had read the names and effects of more than ten types of Heavenly Grass.

There were also many high-grade herbs recorded in the alchemy books. Half of them, Ling Yun had seen in other alchemy books, but the descriptions were not as detailed as this one.

His breathing became rapid, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

This was exactly it!

Ling Yun, with great effort, flipped to the last chapter.

The last alchemy book was a biography of a woman, chronicling the life of a woman named Ling Yun.

A woman named Ling Yun, thousands of years ago, had collected these Heavenly Grasses.

She possessed the power of an immortal, and cultivated the Dao. However, she was born in troubled times and died young. She could only entrust her life's work to those who were destined for her, waiting for them.

And the place where she recorded the Heavenly Grass was a sacred spring.

However, it was unknown where the sacred spring was located in the Great Desolation.

"Fortunately..."

Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it was not the Ming Dynasty, where there were no such things as himself.

The light fell on the tattered sword.

"The Sea of Desolation."

"Isn't this the sacred spring of Ling Yun?"

"Forget it. Now that the immortal's search has been clarified, only the last chapter remains—"

"Sunset Forest!"

Suddenly, Ling Yun understood.

As long as he had enough strength, he could call upon the Ice God, and then spend all the Heavenly Grasses in it, and collect them all into his spatial ring.

"I'm looking for someone to die."

"Jing Yu, the Lord."

The wind blew through the courtyard, and a gust of refreshing wind fell on him. He was startled and quickly tidied himself up.

Jing Yu sat on the main seat, drinking tea leisurely, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"My son, in one year, your spiritual power has actually increased from the tenth level to the twelfth level."

The child had grown taller and his body had also changed. The sickly appearance he had before seemed to have been smoothed out.

"Father, you don't have to worry about me. My heart is very well."

Ling Yu said with a smile, leaning back in his chair.

Jing Yu put down his teacup and let out a sigh.

"Little son, it's been a year. I don't know if I can write you a letter."

"You're back. Since you've returned, I won't discipline you anymore."

Tang Yun chuckled, "Father, you're always so stern. You can't beat me anyway. Just wait, one day I'll surpass you!"

"Enough, come back and eat."

Tang Long waved his hand and stood up.

"Alright, I'm going back. Don't you plan on coming back with me?"

"Go ahead, eldest brother. I have to cultivate."

Tang Yun sat down and picked up a piece of fruit to eat.

"Also, Eldest Brother, you've only produced eighty-six cultivation techniques in the Grand Combat Arena!"

"Hmph!"

Tang Long took a sip of wine, and his teacup trembled slightly.

The Grand Demon Arena!

It had been many years since he had been there. That place was where the true geniuses gathered, and treasures were piled up!

Eighty-six techniques? What kind of concept was that? He had never even thought of it!

"Hah, you want to chase after me? You're still too far behind!"

Tang Yun felt a pang of emotion. He casually waved his hand, revealing a confident smile.

"Alright, Father. Next time, you'll give me a thousand years of cultivation."

"I'll give you five thousand years of cultivation!"

"Hmph!"

Tang Long's originally calm heart suddenly tensed up. A majestic aura of pressure was released from his body.

"What do you think you're good at? You're just relying on your talent!"

He knew his father's strength, and Tang Yun had already experienced it in his dreams.

"I can still do it! I can rely on the best elixirs and some cultivation techniques that restore spiritual power!"

"And you have Eldest Brother's seven-colored spirit stones, which can be used to forge weapons. Those golden ores are not for nothing!"

Tang Long's expression improved slightly, but when he heard the words "cultivate," his expression stiffened again.

Looking at his son's current appearance, he was speechless.

"If the son can follow the current path, his future achievements will only be higher than mine."

"The clan can definitely produce a Spirit King!"

Thinking of this, the imbalance in his heart instantly disappeared.

"Good! As long as you, my son, can cultivate, it's not a problem!"

The Tang family's ancestral hall.

Tang Yun skillfully found the quiet study.

"Eldest Brother, you're back! Come in quickly!"

Su Rou saw Tang Yun and hurried to greet him.

"You don't have to be so polite. I'm just here to tell you to cultivate well and return to the peak."

Tang Yun said, and with a wave of his hand, he took out a golden elixir.

Su Rou took the elixir and held it in his hand.

"Quick! With the help of the elixir, I'll definitely break through to the seventh level this year!"

"Little Rou, take your time."

Tang Yun patted his shoulder and pulled him to sit down.

The two talked for a long time, and there were many things they couldn't finish saying.

Tang Yun leisurely flipped through the records of the Tang family, especially the records of the Grand Demon Arena, feeling that Su Rou was a rare talent, and his future was limitless.

Finally, Tang Yun smiled and stood up.

"Eldest Brother, I'm leaving. I'll guide you when I have time. Come on, let's go."