Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Chen Yi was not found in Fangshi. Fortunately, Song Wen still had her messenger slip.

He picked up the jade slip and sent a message.

Song Wen: "Junior sister Chen, do you have detailed information on colorful grass?"

Song Wen waited for a while and found that the other party did not reply. He put down the jade slip and went to do other things. When Chen Yi saw the content of the message, he would reply to him.

The first thing he did was to sacrifice the ghost head shield.

Song Wen sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky, taking out the ghost head shield and placing it in front of him.

Then the qi and blood reversed, and the abundant qi and blood in the body began to tumble, and a drop of blood began to force out from the center of the eyebrow, dripping directly on the ghost head shield.

Drop after drop of essence and blood spread on the ghost head shield, dyeing the strange lines on it into a strange scarlet color.

Bursts of blood light began to shine on the ghost's head shield, and the blood light gradually became stronger.

A ball of black mist suddenly broke through the shield and turned into a fierce ghost about 10 feet long in the air.

The fierce ghost was covered in darkness, opened its fangs and opened its mouth, roaring crazily at Song Wen.

However, Song Wen ignored this vision and continued to drip blood.

After dozens of drops of essence and blood were poured into it, the fierce ghost seemed to be full, gradually became docile, and slowly retracted into the shield.

Song Wen no longer dripped blood essence, but instead used spiritual power to wash away the ghost head shield again and again.

About two hours later, a smile appeared on Song Wen's face, and he finally completely refined the Ghost Head Shield.

Only Song Wen dared to spare no effort in refining the magic weapon. If it were replaced by other fourth-level Qi training monks, it would take at least ten days and a half to refine the ghost head shield. After all, not all monks are like Song Wen, who possess spiritual power far beyond the realm of cultivation and almost inexhaustible blood essence.

At this moment, the messenger jade slip reacted.

Chen Yi: "Senior Brother Jiyin, the colorful grass is a spiritual grass unique to the poisonous miasma swamp. It is not grown in the sect's spiritual grass garden. Therefore, I have not come into contact with the colorful grass, and I have no information about the colorful grass."

Song Wendao: "Is there any way for Junior Sister Chen to obtain information about the colorful grass? I can pay a certain amount of spiritual stones as a reward."

Maybe he was moved by the reward mentioned by Song Wen. After a while, Chen Yi replied,

"Why is Senior Brother Jiyin suddenly interested in colorful grass? If Senior Brother really wants it, I can find Senior Brother Zhang Xiaofan to find a way."

Zhang Xiaofan is a direct disciple, and his master is a powerful golden elixir expert in the alchemy room. It is naturally much easier to find out about the colorful grass.

Song Wendao: "It would be even better if there was information about the Yan family in the Poisonous Miasma Swamp. I can pay 30 spirit stones as a reward for this. However, all information must be provided to me within three days. It will be useless after it expires."

After more than three days, Song Wen left the sect. There was a distance limit on the jade slips. After a certain distance, the two could no longer communicate with each other.

As a spiritual husband, Chen Yi's monthly salary is only 10 spiritual stones. 30 spiritual stones is already a huge fortune for her.

Chen Yi immediately replied, "Senior Brother Jiyin, I will contact Senior Brother Zhang as soon as possible."

In the evening two days later, Song Wen returned to the cave and opened the red coffin.

A corpse puppet that was over two meters tall, with fangs over two inches tall, and filled with corpse aura, jumped out of the coffin.

"Roar!"

As if to celebrate his new life, the corpse puppet immediately let out a loud roar as soon as it rushed out of the coffin.

Song Wen circled around the corpse several times. The skin on the corpse was dark brown, and the withered muscles were like the old roots of a big tree, vigorous and powerful.

"It's a pretty good human shield."

Song Wen nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Song Wen finally received Chen Yi's reply.

"Senior Brother Jiyin, I'm waiting for you in the mess hall."

Song Wen was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Chen Yi could really get information about the colorful grass and the Yan family in the poisonous miasma swamp.

He let the corpse puppet return to the coffin and left the cave without any delay.

...

At this time, it was time to eat, and there were many handyman disciples coming and going in the canteen.

In order not to appear too abrupt, Song Wen and Chen Yi each received a piece of food, found a remote table, and started chatting while eating.

The other miscellaneous disciples saw that both of them were wearing the clothes of outer disciples, and they were very sensible. They stayed far away from the two of them and did not come to disturb them.

Chen Yi handed Song Wen a jade slip and said.

"Senior Brother Jiyin, the colorful grass you want and the information about the Yan family are all in here."

"Thank you, junior sister."

Song Wen took the jade slip and handed it over a small bag, which contained thirty spiritual stones that had been agreed upon in advance.

Chen Yi took the bag and used his mental power to explore it a little, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

She said, "Senior brother, have you received the sect's mission to go to the Yan family?"

Song Wen nodded.

"Um."

After pondering for a moment, Song Wen continued, "Junior Sister Chen, may I ask where this information about Colorful Grass and the Yan family came from?"

Song Wen asked this question mainly because he wanted to confirm the accuracy of the information.

If Chen Yi collected the information by himself, the accuracy of the information would be greatly compromised.

"I asked Senior Brother Zhang Xiaofan to get the information from Senior Brother Zhang," Chen Yi said.

Chen Yi obviously spent a lot of effort in order to successfully obtain thirty spirit stones. Although she did not say it explicitly, she asked Zhang Xiaofan to go to her master for information. If there was no price, Zhang Xiaofan would probably not be willing to do it.

As for the price Chen Yi paid for this, it is not Song Wen's consideration.

Song Wen was very satisfied with this answer. Since the information was provided by a strong Jindan expert, there was no problem in thinking.

He didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, so he changed the subject.

"Junior sister Chen, have you completed your sect's mission?"

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and showed a proud smile on his face.

"Not yet, but it will be completed soon. How should I thank you, senior brother?"

"Oh? Where did you say that?"

"My task is to give the sect five fire grasses." Chen Yi said.

Fire Spirit Grass is a first-level fire-attribute elixir, although it is not precious. However, because it likes to grow in hot places, and the Corpse Qi in the Corpse Demon Sect is rich in Yin Qi, it is impossible to grow this kind of elixir.

The closest place to the Corpse Demon Sect where Fire Spirit Grass grows is an active volcano called Changyan Mountain.

However, Changyan Mountain is thousands of miles away from the Corpse Demon Sect. There are all kinds of powerful monsters and weird poisonous insects, as well as the elusive Jie Cultivator. If you want to go to Changyan Mountain to retrieve the Fire Spirit Grass, you can only practice cultivation. For Chen Yi, who was on the second level of Qi, he almost escaped death.

But after all, the Fire Spirit Grass is only a first-level elixir. Chen Yi is too weak to collect it, but there are always powerful monks who will bring back some Fire Spirit Grass when passing through Changyan Mountain.

Chen Yi found a monk at the ninth level of qi training, who happened to have five fire grasses in his hand.

However, the other party's asking price was not low, and Chen Yidong couldn't get enough spirit stones by cobbling together, and was still short of more than twenty spirit stones.

Just at this moment, Song Wen happened to find her.

After listening to Chen Yi's explanation, Song Wen couldn't help but feel a little envious. He originally thought that his mission was very safe, but now in comparison, Chen Yi's sect mission is truly risk-free, but it only costs a little more. Just a spiritual stone.

Song Wendao said, "Congratulations to Junior Sister Chen."

The two chatted for a while, then said goodbye and left.