Li Clan's Attitude, Divine Pill Refined

After Lu Yun, the Daoist left Little Turtle Peak.

He sat atop the Five-Colored Spirit Deer, and a trace of surprise inadvertently surfaced on his calm face.

"Secret divine arts of the Netherworld Underworld?"

"This boy is rather interesting. He actually wants to probe This Seat's background."

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

"And that mouse demon's bloodline—why does it feel somewhat familiar?"

In the next instant, dazzling five-colored spiritual light flashed around the Five-Colored Spirit Deer, and it vanished into the distant sky.

Elsewhere.

Phoenix Tree Mountain, the Li Clan's rear mountain.

The spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense, and the scenery magnificent. All manner of towering Spirit Plants vied in splendor, while Phoenix Tree spirit trees blanketed the mountains and plains, their branches blotting out the sky and sun. Quite a few stood several hundred zhang tall.

Within one Spirit Field, several dozen purple Spirit Plants grew in graceful profusion. They were laden with plump spiritual ears, wrapped in white mist like hanging tassels.

At that moment, an elderly man in hemp robes, resembling an old farmer, was tending the Spirit Plants in the field.

He formed a strange hand seal, and the phantom of a dark-green Spirit Herb abruptly appeared behind him, bearing eighteen slender leaves.

Immediately afterward.

Streams of pale-green light were drawn from the old farmer's body, crossing the sky before falling upon those purple spirit millet plants. Having absorbed the pale-green spiritual light, the Spirit Plants visibly grew stronger by several degrees.

Yet just after the old farmer finished casting this Spirit Plant divine art, a towering Phoenix Tree spirit tree in the forest instantly withered and died, all its vitality vanishing as though it had been transferred in some fashion to those purple spirit millet plants.

After the old farmer completed all this,