Chapter 363: Lingxiang Finds the Dust-Peering Mirror

Ever since her last conversation with Huiwu, Lingxiang had not seen him again. Although Lingxiang could not say she cared much, she still had to be somewhat on her guard.

Who knew what he was up to again? It would be fine if it were nothing bad, but with past precedents, Lingxiang could not afford to be careless.

Fortunately, many things could be considered to be going according to Lingxiang's wishes.

The Phoenix Tail Feather was gradually revealing itself; she imagined that after a few more instances of Nirvana, it would be able to grow up.

It was just that Lingxiang still felt somewhat reluctant.

Do not look at how the Phoenix was close to Lingxiang now; the books once said that once a Phoenix grew up, the sense of belonging in its bloodline would compel it to fly toward Penglai. If that were truly the case when the time came, she feared it would be difficult to meet again in this lifetime.

Although Lingxiang had known this for a long time, seeing that the day was drawing near, she could not help but feel despondent.

A furnace of Dream-Returning Pills had been refined, but since they were currently in the Netherworld where Spirit Qi was sparse, only two pills were formed, and their quality was merely Middle Grade.

Not to mention that the staying power of Middle Grade Dream-Returning Pills was inferior to the Supreme Grade, their medicinal efficacy might not necessarily allow Lingxiang to delve into the depths of Maidong's consciousness. However, it was better than nothing; it was still better than having no method at all.

But if she wanted to enter Maidong's dream, it was not yet the time.

Lingxiang's cultivation was insufficient and she lacked a Primordial Spirit, so she could only use the Dream-Returning Pill to connect herself with Maidong's consciousness to enter the dream.

This method was similar to the Primordial Spirit leaving the body, and the Demon Realm was not a perfectly safe place, especially with Guihua watching like a tiger preying on its prey all day long. If she did not have a trustworthy person to guard her, she would never dare to take such a risky move.

In the Demon Realm, the only ones Lingxiang could trust were Adao and Zhanli, so the matter of entering the dream could only be set aside for now.

The Demon Lord had recently increased the pressure on Lingxiang's alchemy, sending people from time to time to ask about the progress of the Huitian Pill. Lingxiang only used excuses like "the mysteries within have yet to be fathomed" or "my alchemy is inferior to my mother's," putting them off again and again.

As for these reasons, they were actually half-true and half-false.

The truth was that, looking at Lingxiang's current alchemy, it was indeed not even half as good as Tumi Xianzi's; after all, her cultivation level was what it was. But as for the mysteries of the Huitian Pill, Lingxiang had actually figured them out back when she was in Yunmeng.

However, if she were asked to refine it now, she would absolutely be unable to do so.

The first reason was the Youming Land, where ghost energy ran rampant and Spirit Qi was thin. Alchemy was fundamentally the process of gathering a large amount of Spirit Qi from a Pill Furnace into a pill. Therefore, in the Demon Realm, even for a pill like the Dream-Returning Pill that Lingxiang was skilled at, she could only refine two Middle Grade ones.

The second reason was the medicinal ingredients. Although Lingxiang had made a trip to Yunmeng, one of her purposes was to search for materials for the Huitian Pill, but in reality, besides the Xiangliu Poison Fang, there was another item that was indispensable: the Other Shore Flower of the Forget-River.

Actually, the Other Shore Flower was just a cluster amaryllis, and there were plenty of them in the human world, but the cluster amaryllis of the Wang Chuan absorbed the breath of the Netherworld, was nourished by ghost energy, and possessed abundant yin power; its efficacy was far beyond what the human world's cluster amaryllis could compare to.

The Forget-River Water gathered the blood and tears of the human world, and many lonely souls and wild ghosts wandered within it; it was the place of extreme yin in the three realms. The Other Shore Flowers on the banks of the Wang Chuan, nourished by the Forget-River Water year-round, had their extreme yin power forged even further.

There were also rumors that the Other Shore of the Wang Chuan could perform Soul-Summoning and Life-Guiding.

Soul-Summoning and Life-Guiding did indeed fit the medicinal efficacy of the Huitian Pill.

However, the Wang Chuan was located north of Fengdu, connecting to the afterlife with a bridge, and on the bridge was the Underworld God Mengpo; it was not a place so easy to go to.

The only ones who could go there were the dead.

Moreover, even if Lingxiang had the Other Shore Flower of the Forget-River in her hands, she would not refine the Huitian Pill for the Demon Lord. Not only was the Huitian Pill not the right prescription for the Demon Lord, but even if it were, Lingxiang could not refine it, and even if she could, she would not use it on Mo Zun Boyan.

When Lingxiang had nothing to do, she liked to tinker with some medicinal ingredients from the Underworld.

Although the Underworld's medicinal ingredients were filled with ghost energy, they could perform Soul-Calming and Spirit-Stabilizing. The reason Maidong had been so well-behaved recently was because of the powder Lingxiang had newly refined. Now, she looked more like a child; she could understand human speech, but she had never once opened her mouth to speak.

Today was supposed to be the day to deliver pills to the Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord had not sent anyone to summon her yet, and Lingxiang was happy to be at leisure.

He squeezed her dry all day long; it was fortunate she knew how to pass off inferior goods as superior ones, otherwise, where would she get so much Spirit Power to refine medicine? Recovering Spirit Power in the Demon Realm was such a laborious task.

It was fortunate that Lingxiang had spoken first; even if the Demon Lord discovered it, she had reasons to brush it off.

However, heaven did not grant people's wishes. Just as Lingxiang was thinking about relaxing, she saw Guihua leading people to the hall.

The person who came was the Demon Lord's attendant Duxi. Recently, it had always been him who collected the medicine for the Demon Lord, but today's formation looked different from usual.

"Princess, the Demon Lord has a summons." Just a short sentence, nothing more.

This person never spoke much and was always precise; Lingxiang had long since gotten used to it.

In the Demon Lord's hall, it was dim as usual, with only a few candle flames jumping about, half-dead.

After Duxi brought Lingxiang in, he retreated with the others. Although he was the Demon Lord's attendant, the Demon Lord never liked others to be near, so they usually only stood guard outside the hall.

Lingxiang's pair of eyes appeared especially bright in the pitch-black hall. She held the pill box in her hands and looked around like a thief.

To tell the truth, Lingxiang was indeed a bit afraid of the Demon Lord. This person was moody and unpredictable; there was no guarantee he wouldn't finish her off one day if he didn't like the look of her, but she still had a pile of things left to do!

But Lingxiang had no feeling of dread—she hated him too much for that, so how could there be dread?

Furthermore, being scared and feeling dread were two different things; the two did not conflict.

After looking for a long time, she did not see the Demon Lord's shadow. Lingxiang could not help but mutter to herself: "He is a supreme being of a realm, yet he insists on making himself look like a ghost; just how much does he hate being seen..."

Forget it, let him be!

Lingxiang curled her lips and touched her neck, intending to stand obediently in the hall to avoid being caught by the Demon Lord like last time—she still felt some discomfort on her neck even now!

But Lingxiang overestimated herself; she was not an obedient person at all!

A faint light flickered past, and Lingxiang's eyes brightened. She immediately straightened her back, but when Lingxiang looked around, she saw nothing.

Strange! Truly strange!

Although Lingxiang's cultivation was not high, she was, after all, in the Foundation Establishment Realm; that moment just now could not have been an illusion.

But...

Should she look for it or not...

Lingxiang hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind—she would just take a look; the Demon Lord surely wouldn't be that petty!

After making up her mind, Lingxiang searched around and finally, in a corner, found an object she was all too familiar with. It was actually...

"The Dust-Peering Mirror!"

The Dust-Peering Mirror had actually been in the Demon Lord's hall the whole time, yet Lingxiang had never noticed it!

Amidst her surprise, Lingxiang let out a sneer, inwardly slandering: "Always hiding from the light, it would be a wonder if I could see it."

Just as Lingxiang was thinking about stepping closer, a voice suddenly rang out behind her.

"You have come."

Hiss!

Lingxiang's hair stood on end, and she was frozen in place, not daring to move a single bit. She regretted it immensely in her heart: she should have known not to run around blindly; she really was tired of living!

It was the Demon Lord!