Chapter 159: Puzzled by the Huitian Pill

Looking at the incomplete prescription in her hand, Lingxiang truly could not fathom how her mother had managed to obtain the items listed within it back then.

The star anise, Szechuan lovage, and soapberry on that prescription were all common medicinal ingredients, which could be bought even in pharmacies in Chenjian. Even the Nine-leaf Chonglou was not in short supply these days, but that Millennial Fleeceflower Root was somewhat troublesome.

As for the Fleeceflower Root, it becomes a spirit after a hundred years, and can turn into an immortal after a thousand; where in the current Chenjian could one possibly get a thousand-year-old one? Even if one were to encounter it, trying to beg a few root hairs from it would be an extremely difficult task; she truly did not know how her mother had managed to get it back then.

There was another item that was even more bizarre: it was actually the Poison Fang of Xiangliu!

It is rumored that Xiangliu was an ancient fierce god, killed by the Human Emperor Dayu as early as the primordial era; how was she supposed to go about finding this object?

Could it be that both of these things were found by her mother in Yunmeng Marsh?

And there was the Suspended Thread Technique noted on the side; logically, it should be a technique for extending a person's life, so why would it be used on a Huitian Pill?

Gazing at the three characters for "Suspended Thread Technique" on the incomplete prescription, Lingxiang could not help but fall into deep thought...

"Did Fucang Elder specifically seek me out because there is some instruction?" Hanyang asked, staring at the scripture in his hands without raising his head.

Lingxiang did not speak, but instead walked to the table and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea and sipping it as if no one else were around.

Seeing her like this, the others knew she had something to say; the disciples hurriedly packed up their things and went out, even closing the door behind them as they left.

They could not afford to offend this ancestor; they would hide as far away as they could, otherwise, if they drew fire upon themselves, there was no telling how she might make things difficult for them.

Now there was no one else in the room besides Lingxiang and Hanyang, yet Lingxiang merely set down her Tea Cup and picked at her fingernails without speaking.

Hanyang could not wait for Lingxiang to open her mouth, so he put down the scripture in his hand and looked at Lingxiang with a smile: "From childhood to now, whenever you have this attitude, you must be up to some bad idea again. I tell you, things are different now than in the past; neither of us are children anymore, and you are even an Elder of the sect. You must absolutely not be so willful and unruly, and I certainly will not help you cover it up."

Lingxiang frowned upon hearing this and glanced sideways at Hanyang: "Am I really so unbearable in your heart?"

Although she was a generation higher than Hanyang, this Hanyang had never treated her as an elder; while he put on a respectful appearance in front of others, behind their backs he would reprimand her for various things from time to time, making it seem as if he were the elder instead.

Hearing Lingxiang's complaint, Hanyang shook his head with a smile: "It's not that I think you are unbearable, it's just that seeing you, I can't help but think of those absurd things you did when you were little. Back then, I never got any good results from you; whenever you caused trouble, wasn't it me who covered for you? Not to mention being reprimanded by the Master, when you were punished to kneel, you would secretly slip away, and I couldn't stop you even if I tried."

Even though he was a generation younger, his age was what it was; Hanyang was ultimately a few years older than Lingxiang, and Lingxiang had been raised by Hanyang's own hands. If not for the difference in seniority, it would be more accurate to say he was like an older brother.

Hearing these words, Lingxiang did not show the slightest embarrassment, only pouting as she complained: "How many years have passed? Don't keep bringing up these old, stale matters. At any rate, I am an Elder of the sect and your elder; even if there is no one here now, you should at least give me some face, shouldn't you? There is no such thing as a junior reprimanding an elder like this; it really is, too improper."

Seeing Lingxiang like this, Hanyang only smiled and picked up the scripture to read: "Speak, what do you want to do this time? If it is something reckless, you had better give up that idea early; I will certainly not agree to it."

Hearing this, the expression on Lingxiang's face changed, completely losing the playfulness from just a moment ago.

"I remember that on the day my mother passed away, you were right there by her side."

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Hanyang frowned upon hearing this, though he recovered in an instant, yet Lingxiang saw it clearly.

"Yes, why do you ask about this?" He reached out to turn the page of the book, but heard Lingxiang ask:

"I want to know how I actually died back then, and how I was saved by my mother."

Hanyang's hand, which was turning the page, stopped; the page was half-turned, but in the end, it did not turn over.

"Don't you know? Tumi Fairy rushed over at that time only because you are a Pure Yang Woman and the best sacrifice for performing the Curse of Nightmare; it was because of that Witchcraft that you lost your life. But as a mother, how could she bear it? She breathed a breath of life into you right then, and afterwards, she had you take a Pill, and only then did you come back from the dead."

"How can one who cultivates the Dao speak words of deception?" Lingxiang stared at Hanyang without moving, "That Curse of Nightmare does not require a sacrifice at all; I absolutely did not lose my life because of that technique."