Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 16 World in a Basin

Zhao Ling looked at him, her tone indifferent.

"Don't be too happy yet. You need Blood Spirit Grass to cultivate Blood Puppet Technique."

Each level up requires one level-two Blood Spirit Grass. It's up to you.

Li Tianran's heart sank, but his expression became even more respectful.

"Yes."

Zhao Ling stood up and patted the mud off her knees.

"Starting today, you'll be in charge of the night shift. I'll come to check on things during the day, and you'll keep watch at night."

Mark the grass that's about to sublimate, and call me immediately if you spot any with a golden edge.

She turned to leave, then stopped.

"If something goes wrong, you know the rules."

Li Tianran lowered his head: "I'll be the fertilizer myself."

Zhao Ling didn't say anything and just left.

Li Tianran stood by the spirit field, clutching the jade slip, staring at the gray mist halfway up the mountain in the distance.

Shen Qing walked to his side and lowered her voice.

"She's using you. If you cultivate this skill, you'll slowly lose yourself."

"I know."

Li Tianran didn't turn around: "I need her too."

Shen Qing fell silent.

Li Tianran turned to look at her.

"Come on, back to the woodshed, I have something for you."

The woodshed was dark.

The fire by the stove had gone out, but the elixir in the bowl remained, silvery-white and faintly glowing.

Li Tianran scooped out half a bowl and handed it to Shen Qing.

"Drink it."

Shen Qing was taken aback: "What is this?"

"Something that can help you break the seal." Li Tianran didn't explain.

Shen Qing stared at the half-bowl of silvery-white water, hesitated for a moment, then took it and drank it down.

The warm spiritual energy slid down his throat into his dantian, spreading like a warm current.

She closed her eyes and felt the seal.

The restriction placed on Zhao Lingxia was like a thin film, tightly wrapping around her dantian.

The spiritual energy surged upwards, causing the membrane to tremble slightly, but it didn't break.

But it's loosened.

She opened her eyes, her eyes slightly red: "It worked."

"As long as it works."

Shen Qing gripped the empty bowl, her fingers trembling.

She wanted to know where the water came from, how the level-two talisman was made, and how many more trump cards Li Tianran was hiding.

But she didn't ask a single question, afraid that if she did, Li Tianran would stop giving her the drink.

"Thank you," she said, only that one sentence.

Li Tianran did not answer.

He turned around to clean the stove, leaving her with only his back to him.

Shen Qing stared at that figure from behind, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

He walked to the stove and poured the remaining elixir into a porcelain bottle to store it.

Then he took out the jade slip and looked at it over and over.

"I will begin my cultivation tonight. You will keep an eye on the spirit field for me."

Zhao Ling said that the irrigation must be done on the third day in Phnom Penh. Remember the location and wake me tomorrow night.

Shen Qing nodded, pushed open the door, and went out.

Li Tianran was the only one left in the woodshed.

He sat by the stove and opened the jade slip.

The first level of the Blood Puppet Technique has only a few dozen words in its incantation, but each word is as if it were carved into stone.

He bit his finger and, following the incantation, smeared the blood on the black horn on his forehead.

The moment the blood seeped into the base of his skull, he felt someone drive a red-hot iron nail into his skull.

The pain was so intense, it felt like it was drilling into your bones.

He gritted his teeth, his gums aching, and his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

His fingernails dug into his palm, and blood seeped from between his fingers.

He wanted to shout, but he didn't dare.

The woodshed isn't well soundproofed, so Zhao Ling might still be nearby.

He put his fist in his mouth, bit the back of his hand, and stifled the scream.

The shell began to crack.

A small piece of black horn broke off and fell to the ground.

With a snap.

Below, pale pink new skin is revealed, so tender it shines.

The pain continued, but he didn't stop.

They smeared the blood on the base of the horn, and then smeared it again and again.

He could feel his body changing.

As his cultivation level improved, his bones felt slightly itchy, his muscles tightened, and his blood flowed faster.

He looked down at his hands; the bluish-black skin seemed to have lightened a bit.

Just then, he suddenly sensed something strange.

A picture flashed through his mind.

The basin was under the bed, and there was still more than half a bowl of the magical water inside. Su Yingxue was curled up at the bottom of the basin, her white dress soaked through, like an insect soaking in medicinal wine.

He could even feel her heartbeat.

The connection between the Imprisoning Immortal Basin and him was clearer than ever before.

Like an invisible thread, one end connects to the basin, and the other end connects to his dantian (lower abdomen).

This line seems to have become thicker due to the practice of Blood Puppet Technique.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Suddenly, I felt weightless and everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in an unfamiliar place.

It was surrounded by steep copper walls, with a circular opening overhead, and outside were the beams of the woodshed.

The water underfoot was icy cold, reaching up to my ankles.

In the basin? Did you get into the basin yourself?

Li Tianran was shocked and looked down at himself.

He shrunk to the size of Su Yingxue in the basin.

At this moment, Su Yingxue was curled up in a corner.

Her white dress was soaked, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as white as paper.

She sensed the movement and suddenly looked up.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which instantly turned into delight—no, ecstasy.

There was also a strong killing intent!

"You lowly slave? How dare you come in?"

"Die!!!"

Su Yingxue's voice was shrill and mad.

She lifted her hand out of the water, a dark red light swirling at her fingertips.

That was her last remaining blood essence.

"You've caused me so much suffering!"

Her voice was filled with hatred.

But the moment that ball of light exploded, the entire basin was illuminated.

Blood-red threads shot out from her fingertips, dense and numerous, like a spider web, enveloping him.

Li Tianran's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to hide, but his body wouldn't move.

too suddenly.

He never expected that practicing the Blood Puppet Technique would increase his strength.

I had just felt the connection between myself and the copper basin re-established when it was just a thought.

The whole person appeared in the basin.

He was completely unprepared, and what he was facing was a hysterical Su Yingxue who wished she could tear him to pieces.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know how to respond.

I am just a pseudo-cultivator.

At the second level of Qi Refining, there are no spells, no cultivation techniques, nothing at all.

The blood-red threads were wrapped around my fingers, icy cold, like snakes.

He sensed the impending death.

Su Yingxue smiled.

On that pale face, the smile was more painful than a cry.

"You've locked me up for so long, isn't it my turn now?"

Su Yingxue lunged forward, grabbing Li Tianran by the neck and tightening her grip.

How should I torture you?

Her voice was calm, yet tinged with hysteria.

She wanted to see Li Tianran's fear, his pleas for mercy, and his struggle.

But at this moment...

Li Tianran's expression suddenly changed from surprise and doubt to delight.

His lips curled up slightly, with a hint of joy in them.

Ok?

Su Yingxue noticed this change and had a bad feeling.

Li Tianran's expression was the calm one a hunter would have when waiting for prey by a trap.

This made her feel uneasy.

She didn't know why she was afraid.

He had clearly grabbed the lowly slave by the neck, gained the upper hand, and could kill him at any moment.

But the way the lowly servant looked at her made her feel uneasy.

"You lowly slave, what are you laughing at?!"

Su Yingxue's voice trembled.

For a moment, she forgot to use force, forgot to strangle Li Tianran.

Li Tianran looked up, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Senior Sister Su, it seems you've forgotten something."