"I did not obtain this from my sect. It came from elsewhere. Once you help me clear out the yin energy within it, I will tell you the truth about its source." Mi Man had clearly noticed Song Wen's interest in the formless weak water.
Song Wen smiled faintly and sat back down on the bed.
"Fellow Daoist Mi Man, expecting me to help in exchange for a mere piece of information is rather wishful thinking."
"Then what would it take for you to help?" Mi Man asked.
"One hundred thousand superior spirit stones," Song Wen said.
Mi Man's expression froze. Not long ago, she had made an equally voracious demand of Song Wen.
"One thousand superior spirit stones, and not a single one more. Although no one in the Jade Spirit Palace cultivates thunder arts, plenty of people among the lineages under its command excel in them. A thousand superior spirit stones would be enough to persuade any Spirit Transformation cultivator to act."
After pondering for a moment, Song Wen sighed softly.
"Very well, I agree. Who can blame me for being so hopelessly devoted to you?"
Mi Man rolled her eyes, clearly not believing his nonsense.
"Fellow Daoist Mi Man, please set up a concealment formation in the courtyard so that no one disturbs me while I clear out the yin energy," Song Wen added.
Removing the yin energy from the formless weak water was a trivial matter for Song Wen, so he had no intention of finding another secluded location.
Mi Man nodded, turned, and left the room to begin setting up a formation in the courtyard.
Once a hazy gray barrier rose, she suddenly discovered that another barrier had risen around the room, preventing her from entering or probing it with her spiritual sense.
"Lei Yue,