Ling Luo got off the bed, put on her shoes, and walked towards the huge bronze alchemy furnace.
Right in front of the alchemy furnace, on a purple-gold futon, an old man with an immortal spirit was sitting cross-legged. In the old man's hand, eight colors of strange fire floated.
Ling Luo's heart tightened.
Aren't these eight kinds of strange fires the unique strange fires of the Xiling family that she learned from Xiling Yunqing?
The old man in front of him has a very high level of cultivation, a restrained aura, and a hidden edge that makes it difficult for people to feel his depth.
If nothing else, the person in front of me should be an elder-level figure from the Xiling family!
"Senior, may I ask where this is?"
Xiling Junzheng ignored Ling Luo, but concentrated on pouring the eight kinds of strange fire energy into the huge bronze medicine cauldron.
Ling Luo pursed her lips, knowing that the old man was refining medicine, so she kept silent and very obediently stepped aside so as not to disturb him.
After about half an hour, Lord Xiling sighed softly and slowly opened his eyes.
The eight kinds of strange fire disappeared from his hand, and from the medicine outlet of the bronze cauldron, a black, crystal-clear jade-like bead the size of a cat's eye rolled out.
"Hey, it can't be broken through refining." Lord Xiling shook his head with a sad look on his face, "It's a pity, it's a pity."
The Black Thorn Essence that he had been waiting for for four years could not be used by him, but was taken advantage of by a little girl of unknown origin.
Lord Xiling was melancholy for a long time, and then he noticed the presence of Ling Luo at the corner, and his old face suddenly became ashamed.
He has been practicing for hundreds of years in vain, and he actually slaps the attention of a junior in front of him.
"Miss Ling, the property returns to its original owner."
Xuanyuan Jun stood up and handed the Black Thorn Essence Bead to Ling Luo.
"What is this?" Ling Luo took the bead in surprise and just put it in the palm of her hand when the nightmare from last night suddenly flashed in her mind.
The battle between gods and demons, the blood-stained Shura purgatory, the powerful dark God of Destruction, and the black thorn vines all over the mountains and plains.
"This is the spiritual root of the black thorn you cultivated, which is the essence of the black thorn. If you make good use of it, you will benefit endlessly."
Looking at the kind-hearted old man in front of him, Ling Luo raised a slight smile on his lips and said, "I wonder if senior is..."
"I, Xiling Junzheng, am the master of the Shengdan Hall."
Ling Luo's body was shaken.
Oh my god, she unexpectedly met such a big figure, the head of the Shengdan Hall, the previous head of the Xiling Family, and the biological father of the current queen, Xiling Yunqing.
"Haha, little friend, there is no need to panic." Xiling Junzheng said with a very humble attitude, "Since you can breed the ancient relic Black Thorn, then come to my Holy Pill Hall after the entrance exam is over."
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened.
This...the master of Shengdan Hall personally invited me, which is really a great honor.
Just when Ling Luo was about to agree, a slightly anxious voice came from the loudspeaker
came from the door.
"Master, Ling Luo cannot enter my Holy Pill Hall!"
The person who came was none other than Xiling Yunji, who was in charge of the second test together with the fourth elder Xuanyuan Yue. He was the younger brother of Queen Xiling and the biological father of Xiling Feng.
"Why not?" Xiling Junzheng couldn't help frowning, "It would be a pity for such a talented new student not to be admitted to the Holy Alchemy Hall."