As for the immortal qi in the Boundary-Breaking Bead, the Shengsheng Bead had directly merged with the world inside the Boundary-Breaking Bead.
Now, the Boundary-Breaking Bead only retained its barrier-breaking function...
The good news was that the Shengsheng Bead had recovered slightly, its space expanding several times over. The palace inside the Boundary-Breaking Bead had also been transferred over completely intact, and it had successfully transformed into the mustard seed space Wen Jingshu had always dreamed of!
The bad news was that the spiritual qi inside the Shengsheng Bead had completely vanished, replaced by a thin layer of immortal qi. The herbs she had previously planted, along with the spirit stones and magical artifacts she hadn't had time to take out, had all crumbled to ash because they couldn't withstand the immortal power.
As for helping Wen Shuyi shed her bones and transform her immortal root ahead of time...
She was a novice herself and didn't dare use Wen Shuyi as a test subject. Moreover, the immortal qi inside the Shengsheng Bead was not enough to support it anyway.
The things Wen Jingshu had given Wen Shuyi were exactly what she needed most right now.
After giving Wen Jingshu Thousand Faces, a mask that could disguise one's physical form and appearance, Wen Shuyi also went into secluded cultivation.
With Thousand Faces, Wen Jingshu could finally appear before everyone openly.
She refined Thousand Faces and placed it on her face. With a single thought, her frame stretched, and her height and appearance proportionally changed into those of an eight- or nine-year-old child.
Thousand Faces was an Eighth-Grade high-rank magical artifact. Although it was only Eighth-Grade, because Wen Shuyi had spared no expense on the materials, even an early-stage Tribulation Passage Stage cultivator would not be able to see through her disguise without using special means.
Looking at her highly realistic eight- or nine-year-old self in the mirror, Wen Jingshu thought to herself that this was indeed a wonderful treasure.
Even before going to the Wuling Sect, Wen Jingshu had already sensed the opportunity for a breakthrough. After only three days of secluded cultivation, her lightning spiritual root naturally progressed to the mid-stage Foundation Establishment Stage.
An eight- or nine-year-old at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment Stage—looking across the entire Eastern Azure Continent, there had only been a handful of such prodigies in ten thousand years.
However, as for her wood spiritual root, which had begun to transform into an immortal root... Wen Jingshu didn't know how the Immortal Realm categorized these stages. Her parting with Sui Qi had been too sudden, leaving her unsure of her current progress.
Sensing it carefully, Wen Jingshu estimated that the power of this immortal root was roughly equivalent to the peak Foundation Establishment Stage.
What intrigued her even more was what would happen if she used this immortal root to refine pills.
With this thought in mind, Wen Jingshu's hands moved continuously. Under the influence of the wood immortal root, the efficacy of the spiritual herbs was thirty percent stronger than when she used her mutated wood spiritual root.
She still used an ordinary cauldron and did not change her hand seals. Half an hour later, a batch of low-grade First-Grade Rejuvenation Pills was completed. The moment she lifted the lid, a remarkably rich medicinal fragrance wafted out.
Just taking a single breath of it made her feel completely refreshed. Checking their quality, there were still eleven pills in total: five mid-grade, three high-grade, and three supreme-grade!
She casually tasted one of the mid-grade pills, only to discover that its effect was actually better than the high-grade pills she used to refine with her mutated wood spiritual root!
Refining pills with immortal qi, bolstered by her mutated immortal root, yielded results of such terrifying quality!
Wen Jingshu pushed open her door and walked out, feeling fully energized. Looking at the familiar courtyard and familiar faces, she couldn't help but sigh,
“It really does feel like coming home.”
But on second thought, her parents had ascended from here, and her sister was here as well. The Pill Sect truly could be considered her home.
Wen Jingshu took a comfortable rest for a day. The next day, just as she was preparing to resume her relentless grind, Zhao Xun, one of Wen Shuyi's Dao protectors, arrived to report:
“Little Miss, Ying Zhen has come to see you.”
Ying Zhen, who was ten years older than her, was the son of the Pill Sect's Third Elder. Because he was inferior to the young Wen Jingshu in every way, he had pretended to be her friend while secretly nudging her into traps.
He was the one who had urged the young Wen Jingshu to hide her identity and go to the Qingyun Sect in the first place.
If this were in the past, Wen Jingshu would certainly have had no time to deal with him.
But now, having made breakthroughs in both her spiritual root and immortal root, Wen Jingshu was in an excellent mood with time to spare, so she allowed Ying Zhen to enter.
Having not seen him for several years, Ying Zhen had grown into an elegant young man.
Watching the youth walk toward her from a distance, Wen Jingshu couldn't help but think of Sui Qi.
Though both were young men, Sui Qi completely outclassed Ying Zhen in height, looks, temperament, and every other aspect.
Indeed, one shouldn't meet someone too extraordinary in their youth, or else anyone who came after would find it hard to catch their eye.
Unaware of the thoughts running through Wen Jingshu's mind, Ying Zhen approached her and said with a smile, “Shushu, long time no see!”
From the time Wen Jingshu went to the Qingyun Sect alone several years ago until now, the two of them had indeed not met for a very long time.
Wen Jingshu didn't bother with pleasantries and asked directly, “Speak. What do you want with me?”
Ying Zhen stared at the cold young girl, startled for a moment before quickly recovering his composure.
His father was an elder of the Pill Sect, so he naturally knew secrets that others did not.
For instance, the fact that Wen Jingshu had accidentally consumed a spiritual herb and awakened her intelligence early.
Before he came to find Wen Jingshu, his father had specifically warned him not to try and fool her like an idiot anymore.
Ying Zhen hadn't believed it at first, but now it seemed his father was entirely correct.
“Look at how you're talking. Can't I come see you even if nothing is wrong?”
Wen Jingshu gave him a look of utter bewilderment. Ying Zhen coughed awkwardly and added:
“The Fusheng Auction House is going to open in a couple of days. I came to ask if you'd like to go check out the excitement with me.”
In her past life as a talisman cultivator, Wen Jingshu had also attended similar auctions. However, she had been a mere nobody back then, only going each time to watch the fun.
Now, her status was completely different, and the treatment she would receive at an auction would also be vastly different.
According to the young Wen Jingshu's memories, this Fusheng Auction House was the largest auction house in the Eastern Azure Continent. Furthermore, it only opened once every ten years, and each opening would gather countless treasures.
She really didn't want to miss an occasion like this.
While Wen Jingshu was still lost in thought, Zhao Xun spoke up first, “Little Miss, the young mistress said that if you wish to go, you may. However, Li Xunzhi and I must accompany you.”
Originally, Wen Shuyi was going to accompany Wen Jingshu, but since she was currently in secluded cultivation, she could only have her Dao protectors escort her instead.
Since her sister also wanted her to go and broaden her horizons, Wen Jingshu accepted Ying Zhen's invitation.
The confidentiality measures of the Fusheng Auction were excellent, utilizing spiritual sense bidding. Even if people were traveling together or sitting face-to-face, as long as they didn't speak aloud, no one would know who the winning bidder was.
Even if Ying Zhen had some schemes up his sleeve, as long as she kept her mouth shut, he would have no way of knowing anything.
Two days flew by in the blink of an eye. Before Wen Jingshu departed, Wen Shuyi gave her another storage bag. Inside, there was nothing but a mountain of spirit stones and a single Ninth-Grade pill.
“Shushu, buy whatever you like. If you don't have enough spirit stones, just trade this Ninth-Grade pill for it.”
“If that's still not enough, just come back to me. I'll give you another Ninth-Grade pill.”
Hearing her sister's outrageously wealthy transmission, Wen Jingshu stumbled and almost fell.
Leaving aside how massive that pile of countless spirit stones actually was, with just this one Ninth-Grade pill, what could she possibly fail to trade for?
Unless she wanted to buy up every single auction item this time.
After being speechless for a second, Wen Jingshu noticed a new question and hurriedly asked via transmission:
“Sister, where did you get this Ninth-Grade pill?”
“I'm a Ninth-Grade Alchemist, so of course I refined it myself!”
Wen Jingshu's face filled with question marks.
Wait, Wen Shuyi was a Ninth-Grade Alchemist? Since when?
How did she have absolutely no recollection of this?
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