Chapter 1113: Transforming the Malevolent

The first priority is to form a Jin Dan.

To form a Jin Dan, one must first cultivate to the peak of Foundation Establishment, refining Qi until it is as dense as mercury, reaching the precursor to crystalline transformation.

Secondly, one must nurture the embryo of one's Life Treasure to the point of spiritual resonance and mind-soul unity, so that during Golden Core formation, through secret methods, the Treasure embryo can be fused with the cultivator's essence, fully refined into a stronger Golden Core-level Life Treasure.

Mo Hua's Life Treasure

Feeling the weight in his hand was unusual, Fan Ren quickly took the sand in his hands and examined it closely.

I suddenly remembered what Tony said last night—could my parents also have been inoculated with the Sacrifice Technique? If so, what should I do?

With the watchdog Fu Mudan helped procure, Lu Ming slept much more soundly and at ease.

Never mind anything else—those eighteen Golden Toads weren't particularly powerful divine artifacts, yet Fan Ren had once used them to forge a Formation Spirit.

Fu Siting sat across from her, showing no irritation at her pause. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, concentrated, and her thoughts drifted to the last audition.

The three con artists engaged in mutual flattery suddenly fell silent, glancing at each other.

"Not?" Zuo Gong put down the comparison characters in his hand, turned, and walked to the furnace, picking up a branding iron and holding it over the flame, turning it back and forth.

Yang Sisi stayed awake all night; as dawn just faintly whitened the sky, she went to see Zhan Ying, but upon entering, discovered Lin Luoyun had also stayed awake all night.

He possessed irregularly muscular, powerful limbs, clad in battered battle armor, his face grotesquely fearsome, half-covered by a demon mask, gripping a colossal axe.

Standing up and kneeling down was an absurdly simple motion, yet for her now, it was difficult.

Not far away, Uncle Lu Seven slightly lifted his buttocks off the stool, stiffened for a moment, then slowly sat back down.

"If you want to beat her, come find me another day," Ye Liushang lightly lifted the Miss, his gaze flicking over with indifference.

Then he coldly scanned the black-robed figures within the formation, a cruel, ferocious smile curling on his lips.

If Bai Jue hadn't fully obeyed Lin Chuan's will, he would now suspect Jue had betrayed and left the 【Xiao】; as for death, Lin Chuan could feel they had not yet died.

Looking back now, Lin Feiyu still felt a pang of fear—he hadn't known fear at the time, hadn't had time to be afraid, but afterward, he understood fear.

Xia Qing stood at the edge, giggling softly, occasionally brushing her flowing, silken hair, revealing her delicate figure.

Lin Feiyu glanced casually and immediately noticed that, including the recently retrieved Bahuang Dingshen Flag, three Bahuang Dingshen Flags had already been taken.

Though merely an ordinary herb, due to the taboos within Long Yuan, it was called the Forbidden Herb.

They hadn't expected Guo Qing to instantly expose their identities—not only did he know they were Golden Immortals, but also that they were Great Demons.

In the sky, both sides launched into the most fierce and brutal hand-to-hand combat; each clash shattered the surrounding space with terrifying heavenly and earthly forces, the piercing rush of wind never ceasing.

"Then let's go see if Mo'er has learned how to pick people." Thus, the curious Kangxi brought several Imperial Princes along to join the spectacle.

Soft moonlight bathed everything in haze. Ye Ling's handsome facial contours glowed faintly with an air of mystery under the moon.

The old man had been sipping calmly, but upon hearing this, spat out his sip; Old Eight anticipated it, shoved Xia Mo aside, and twisted his body—missed it. Just as he was smug, the old man flew a bowl full at him.