Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Chang Qing didn't care about the deep affection between the two. He glanced at Wei Yao beside him and handed her a kettle.

"Drink something, or I think you're going to faint."

Wei Yao rubbed her eyes and took the kettle.

Last night, Chang Qing drained a lot of her blood to melt her spirit. Unlike Chang Qing, who was a blood mage monk with a strong body, her body was just like that of an ordinary girl. After draining so much blood and staying up all night, she was naturally a little sleepy.

She and Chang Qing had long been night owls who lived day and night. Chang Qing had a strong body and a strong will, so it was okay for him not to rest during the day, but Wei Yao was far behind.

She opened the kettle, which was still steaming. She took a sip and a sweet taste spread in her mouth.

"So sweet."

Wei Yao's eyes lit up.

"What is this, Master? It tastes so good."

She asked in a low voice.

"Sugar water, you are weak, you should always have some, there are still a lot at home."

Chang Qing found that Wei Yao was very weak. When he first met her, she was very thin, which seemed to be related to her previous experience. Even though her life has improved a little during this period, her weak body problem still exists.

This is a common saying on Earth.

Hypoglycemia.

For this reason, Chang Qing used some knowledge of poisons and some crops that can produce sugar in this world to make some substitutes similar to brown sugar on Earth.

He originally studied chemistry and had the memory of Baihua Xiesheng, the first person in poisons. It was simply a big shot to make such a thing.

But then again, the meat Ganoderma he wanted to get this time was an excellent tonic for quenching blood and refining the body.

Although Wei Yao did not have a blood-eating spirit, she could only absorb a little bit of the nutrition of meat Ganoderma.

But if she is given some Ganoderma lucidum regularly, not only will the hypoglycemia be cured, but she will also probably change from a skinny girl with a dull complexion and figure to a beautiful woman with plump and round body.

But this is a waste of talent. After all, Wei Yao is not a blood magic cultivator. Ganoderma lucidum can only make her body better. It is too wasteful.

Besides, Ganoderma lucidum is left by Chang Qing for his own body training, so it is naturally impossible to share it with others.

Just use sugar water to deal with it. She is not worthy of better things, and Chang Qing is reluctant to give it up.

Wei Yao didn't know what he was thinking. She held the kettle and drank it carefully.

"Young Master is so nice."

She thought and smiled foolishly.

Soon, the spiritual vein opened, and Chang Qing and Wei Yao also entered it with everyone.

After about three hours of trekking, everyone came to the deepest part of the spiritual vein.

Along the way, we can see that the family has indeed launched a large-scale search of the spiritual veins in these days. Many footprints are still left on the road.

Many trees and grasses have also been cut down.

Seeing all this, Chang Qing felt ridiculous in his heart. If such a meaningless search really waits for the Netherworld Bureau to investigate, it will only find that many clues have been destroyed.

This is what he wants, and it is probably what Ling Yuwenyong wants.

After being bored in the spiritual veins and symbolically practicing for a day while sleeping, Chang Qing and Wei Yao finally waited for the night to fall.

Wei Yao has now discovered the secret of her body. The speed of practicing at night is more than ten times that of practicing during the day. She simply stopped practicing during the day. The right answer is to conserve her energy.

It is not yet late at night, and most people have not fallen asleep. The family elders who are accompanying them to protect them must not have rested either. Chang Qing cannot act rashly.

But people are not made of iron, and cultivation cannot replace sleep. Even Chang Qing, a blood-method cultivator, has sleepy bodies, and so do others.

So he was not in a hurry, but seized the time to cultivate with Wei Yao.

It was not until late at night that he opened the door of the wooden house and walked out.

He held his head high and strode forward, without any intention of being sneaky.

Anyway, even at night, it was not that no one went out. The camp was not far from where Chang Qing buried the meat Ganoderma lucidum. If someone really found him, he could just squat there.

You are here to poop too, right?

Although it is very embarrassing, it works.

So it is much safer to be open than to be sneaky.

They successfully arrived at the place where the meat Ganoderma lucidum was hidden, and found the gap that he asked Mo Tong to leave in the rock wall. Chang Qing leaned against the gap and activated the imperial spirit in his body.

Blood-thread spirit.

Long before he entered the spiritual vein, he had already prepared the spirits he was going to use this time in his acupoints. The blood-thread spirit was a very important part.

Although it was only a medium-grade yellow spirit, it would be very useful at certain times.

For example, now.

Chang Qing tore off one of his hands and dug out one of his eyeballs.

Under the effect of the blood-thread spirit, the hand and eyeball did not fall off, but a few thin strands of blood-thread spirit remained.Undetectable blood threads connected his wrist and eye socket.

He pinched the eyeball with his torn hand, and used the other three fingers to crawl, pushing the hand and eyeball into the crack of the rock.

Because it was pitch black inside, Chang Qing lit a branch with a fire starter and threw it in.

Seeing that the eyeball could finally see things clearly, he hurriedly put the eyeball on the ground and began to dig the meat Ganoderma lucidum in the soil with his hands.

All his actions were very concealed.

In the dark, he squatted on the edge of the cliff, and at first glance it really looked like he was going to relieve himself.

Not long after, he dug out two mature meat Ganoderma lucidum.

After sending it out with his hands, Chang Qing buried the ashes of the burnt branches in the soil, and filled the pit where the meat Ganoderma lucidum was dug out.

After doing all this, he controlled his hands to pinch the eyeball on the ground and crawled out.

After putting the Ganoderma Lucidum in his arms, he looked normal again and naturally returned to the small wooden house for cultivation.

Wei Yao was sitting cross-legged at this time, frowning.

Without Chang Qing's spirit to detoxify her, she was a little uncomfortable with absorbing spiritual energy.

Chang Qing entered the room, closed the door, and immediately held her hand to activate the spirit.

Wei Yao couldn't help but snorted, opened her eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Did it succeed, Master?"

Chang Qing nodded, and took out two Ganoderma Lucidum from his arms with his other hand.

"You concentrate on cultivation, I will help you detoxify and absorb at the same time, so there will be no delay."

"Okay."

The Ganoderma Lucidum was held in his hand, and it seemed to be still wriggling slightly.

It looked like a piece of soft meat, with many rotten holes on the surface of the soft meat. It looked sticky, like a rotten peach, but it was very soft and elastic.

It contains rich blood and energy, and is an excellent tonic for body refining, but it cannot be digested by the acupoints of the cultivators like spirit stones.

Blood and energy are stored in the flesh and blood of the meat Ganoderma, and ordinary cultivators cannot digest it, so its value is not high, and even most cultivators don’t know what it is.

But Chang Qing has the blood-eating spirit, which can allow blood-method cultivators to completely digest what they eat, and the blood and energy contained in the meat Ganoderma is the same.

Long before entering the spirit vein, he took the blood-eating spirit out of Dan Ji’s body and stored it in the underground palace.

According to Dan Ji, eating two taels of meat Ganoderma can be digested in an instant with the blood-eating spirit, which is equivalent to the effect of a battle-method cultivator spending several years to refine his body. It can be equivalent to the blood energy absorbed by the blood magic monks who sacrificed thousands of lives

The meat Ganoderma in Changqing's hand weighed at least four or five taels, which means that eating these two pieces of meat Ganoderma is equivalent to sacrificing five or six thousand living people, or more than ten years of body training for the war magic monks.

Such a speed is simply terrifying.

However, the blood-eating spirit is a land spirit after all, and the meat Ganoderma is also a rare thing, so it is not surprising that it can achieve such an effect.