Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

Li Wanji asked: "Ximen Qing, how do you feel?"

"Much better." Ximen Qing stood up, stretched his muscles, and raised his eyebrows, "Miss Li, did you come here specially to save me this time?"

Bai Muyun couldn't bear to watch this, and scolded, "Ximen Qing, stop talking nonsense here. The secret technique that has infected you has not yet been lifted, and you may be controlled by it again at any time."

Ximen Qing glanced at Bai Muyun and smiled meaningfully: "Brother Bai, how are you? I didn't expect you to be so worried about me. I am really flattered."

Bai Muyun snorted and turned his head away, obviously not wanting to waste any more words with Ximen Qing.

Li Wanji interrupted their bickering and asked seriously, "Ximen Qing, what exactly is this secret technique?"

Ximen Qing restrained his smile and said, "This is a method of control used by Cang Yuan. He uses secret techniques to control the minds of others. Almost all the high-ranking officials in the underworld, including the four major ghost king families, have been cursed by him."

"Then how can we resolve it?" Li Wanji asked.

Ximen Qing pondered for a moment and said, "There is only one way to remove the secret curse, and that is to kill the caster, that is, Cang Yuan."

Li Wanji and Bai Muyun looked at each other in bewilderment. This answer was obviously not what they wanted to hear. Cang Yuan's strength was unfathomable, and it was not easy to kill him.

Li Wanji pondered for a moment and said, "I have seen a similar method of removing the curse in an ancient book, but it requires some rare materials and a special magic circle. We can try that method first."

Ximen Qing heard this, his eyes full of hope: "Oh? That's great. If Miss Li has a way, I am willing to cooperate with you to the fullest."

"Wan Ji, will the method of breaking the curse you mentioned cause any harm to you?" Bai Muyun asked worriedly. He didn't want Li Wan Ji to take risks to save Ximen Qing.

"The secret curse of Cang Yuan is very powerful. It does cost some money to remove it. But please rest assured, I will do my best."

Ximen Qing said seriously: "Miss Li, there is no need to force it. I, Ximen Qing, am not a coward. If removing the curse will cause harm to you, then I would rather maintain the status quo."

"Xi Men Qing, I'm going to make something clear to you today. I'm just borrowing your body to find a way to crack Cang Yuan's secret technique. I don't have any feelings for you, so don't overthink it."

The loneliness on Ximen Qing's face flashed away, and he smiled bitterly: "Miss Li, I am very sober, you don't have to draw a line between you and me in person. But I still want to thank you for taking care of Yu Qing and mother for me."

Li Wanji didn't say anything more. She turned to Bai Muyun and said, "Muyun, ask him to take off his clothes and record the curse that Cangyuan cast."

Bai Muyun nodded and said to Ximen Qing: "You heard what Wan Ji said, hurry up."

Ximen Qing took off his shirt without hesitation, revealing his muscular upper body.

On his back, a complex black curse mark was faintly visible. It was like a twisted vine, entwined around his spine, emitting a faint black light, which was chilling.

Bai Muyun frowned and observed the seal carefully, then took out a piece of yellow paper and a cinnabar pen and began to carefully depict the shape and patterns of the seal.

Li Wanji was also observing carefully from the side. Although she was not deeply knowledgeable about spells, she could see the complexity and evil of the curse.

This spell is based on the secret technique of Cang Yuan, which closely connects the soul of the recipient with the will of the caster, thus achieving the purpose of control.

This spell is not only evil, but also extremely cruel. It can completely deprive the subject of his freedom and will, turning him into a walking corpse that can be manipulated by the master.

After Bai Muyun finished drawing the curse seal, he handed it to Li Wanji: "Wanji, take a look, is there anything missing?"

Li Wanji took the yellow paper, compared it carefully, and nodded: "You drew it very detailed, without missing anything."

Bai Muyun breathed a sigh of relief: "This curse looks very complicated, are you sure you can remove it?"

"I'll try my best. This curse is indeed complicated, but since there are records of how to remove it in ancient books, I think there is always a glimmer of hope."

Then, Li Wanji turned to Ximen Qing and said, "Ximen Qing, you must take one of the Mind-Concentrating Pills I gave you every day. It can help you stay clear-headed and resist the influence of the curse."

"Before I find a way to remove the curse, you can't let yourself be completely controlled by the curse. Do you understand?"

Ximen Qing put on his clothes, a smile of joy appeared on his lips: "I understand."

Bai Muyun glanced at Ximen Qing and felt speechless.

This guy is really self-indulgent and starts dreaming about some unrealistic things again!

He was too lazy to point it out, and asked again: "Wan Ji, what materials do you need? I will arrange for someone to prepare them."

Li Wanji thought for a while, then made a list and handed it to Bai Muyun.

In the following month, Li Wanji began to concentrate on studying ways to lift the curse in the tent, and the task of killing the enemy on the battlefield fell on other generals.

One day, the guard came to report that Madam Gong, the mistress of Qilin, wanted to see her.

Gong Yihuai's mother, what is she doing here?

Li Wanji was confused, but still asked the guards to invite Madam Gong in.

After a while, a graceful middle-aged woman walked in. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing pearls on her head, and had an extremely beautiful appearance.

She had met Mrs. Gong several times before. She was an extremely shrewd and capable woman. Otherwise, she would not have been able to help Gong Yihuai's father unify the Qilin tribe and sit firmly on the position of tribe leader.

"Patriarch Li, I'm honored." Madam Gong bowed gracefully, with elegant manners, neither humble nor arrogant.

Li Wanji smiled back and said, "Madam Gong, there is no need to be polite. Please take a seat."

After Gong Lanzhu sat down, Li Wanji asked, "I wonder why Madam Gong came here this time?"

Gong Lanzhu sighed softly, with a worried look on her face: "Patriarch Li, I beg you to save my son Yi Huai."

Li Wanji's expression changed slightly when she heard this: "Yi Huai, what happened to him?"

Gong Lanzhu's eyes were slightly red. "Yi Huai was poisoned, and the magicians in the clan were helpless. I heard that the Li clan is good at refining elixirs, so I came to ask the Li clan leader to see if he could think of a way to save my poor Yi Huai."

"Madam Gong, there is no need to do this. Yi Huai and I are friends. If he is in trouble, I will definitely not stand idly by. However, I need to see Yi Huai's condition first before I can prescribe the right medicine."

Upon hearing this, Gong Lanzhu thanked him repeatedly: "Yes, yes, thank you, Patriarch Li. I will take you to see Yi Huai now."

She didn't expect Li Wanji to agree so readily, and she was secretly happy in her heart: Silly son, it seems that I have no choice but to come down and help you myself!