A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Bing Chen's mood obviously fluctuated a little.

"May I ask the Immortal Master, how much life do I have left now?" Bing Chen said in a low voice.

"Oh, you are very tolerant, which makes me a little interested."

"You are an immortal, and I am a human being. We can take whatever you want, and it's not based on your own wishes." Bing Chen said sarcastically with a look on his face.

Lan Youmengfeng's eyes turned cold, but she chuckled again after a moment.

"You are quite courageous, but I appreciate you more and more. You don't have to worry. You survived the spell just now, which proves that you are not a short-lived prime minister. Besides, I won't let you

To die so easily, after all, you are now the furnace of cultivation for me, hahahaha."

"Cauldron?"

"Immortal Master, I'd better hire another wise man. I've been a mortal for hundreds of years. Now I have lost ninety-eight years. How many years do I have left to live? I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you, Master Immortal. But I still want to say thank you. At least you let me return the favor."

I can survive for a few more years." Bing Chen said coldly.

"Boy, you make me very unhappy. It has been two hundred years, but few people dare to speak to me like this." Lan Youmeng said coldly.

"Oh, if that's the case, then please ask the immortal master to teach me a lesson for such a daring person."

His eyes met Lan Youmeng's, and he seemed not to be afraid at all.

With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Lan Youmengsu waved his hand, and the ice dust turned into a stream of light and disappeared from his field of vision.

Xuexia Mountain, next to the huge rock.

Bingchen suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just now, he really felt that death was approaching. He was sure that the woman was really murderous towards him. As long as she wanted to, she could easily kill him.

"Don't test my bottom line. If you dare to be disrespectful to me again, you will die!"

Lan Youmeng's cold voice sounded in his mind, and Bingchen shuddered again, but then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He felt that the pain in his body that was worse than life and death had disappeared, and he had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

"Heaven will not kill me!" Bing Chen said excitedly while lying in the snow, looking at the nebulae in the sky.

Regaining a new life, even if it is only for a few years, as long as there is no pain and torture, Bing Chen feels that it is worth it.

"Beauty, thank you!" After hesitating for a while, Bing Chen said.

Seeing that Lan Youmeng ignored him, Bingchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stood up and prepared to walk down the mountain.

It's strange to say that Bing Chen no longer feels as cold as before, and it's completely within the range that he can bear. I can't figure it out, and I can only attribute it to Lan Youmeng's secret help. It's just...

Plop!

After taking just two steps, Bingchen stumbled to the ground and almost rolled off the cliff.

Extreme fatigue hit him, and these two steps alone exhausted all his strength. He felt drowsy, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and Bing Chen felt weaker than ever before.

"court death!"

A cold voice came, and Bing Chen suddenly trembled, and his eyes that were about to close immediately opened again.

"Is this the sequelae of you extracting my longevity?" After closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a while, Bing Chen asked weakly.

"Yes, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise if you fall a few times, you might really die." Lan Youmeng mocked.

Bing Chen looked bitter. He originally thought he could "enjoy his old age in peace", but now it seems that it may have come to nothing.

"My current physical condition is equivalent to that of an ordinary person who is ninety-eight years old?"

"Not too stupid."

Lying quietly on the snow, looking at the stars in the sky, after the initial reluctance, Bingchen's mood gradually calmed down.

"It's not bad to just wait for death quietly like this. At least it will be a peaceful death."

"Beauty, we are destined to meet each other. My name is Bingchen. Can you tell me your name?"

Lan Youmeng seemed reluctant to talk to Bingchen. After a while, she said coldly: "I, Lan Youmeng."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Bingchen whispered: "The orchid in the clear valley is as poetic as a dream, a good name! It fits your appearance and temperament very well, Fairy Lan."

"Oh, I can't tell, you are pretty good at talking."

"I'm just telling the truth. I am lucky to get to know Fairy Lan before I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint smile like a silver bell sounded in Bingchen's heart.

"Well, that's right. These two words of yours, kid, sound good to me. I will forgive you for being disrespectful to me before. But I have said before that you are the furnace of my cultivation, and I will not let you just do this.

Die easily."

A wry smile appeared on Bingchen's face and he said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the reincarnations of heaven and earth. I died of exhaustion of my lifespan. Even you immortal cultivators may not be able to change that."

"Humph, I know a lot. I guess your Aunt Bing told you. But there is one thing you said wrong. You are different from normal old age and death. You just simply lost your lifespan. This kind of situation is not suitable for us monks.

Occasionally, it happens. As long as you make a breakthrough in your cultivation, or take elixirs and spiritual objects from heaven and earth that replenish your longevity, you can extend your life."

As soon as he said this, Bingchen's face suddenly turned cold.

"You're peeking into my memory!" Bing Chen said in a bad tone.

"What's the point of prying into the memory of a mortal like you? I'm afraid my eyes will get dirty. Why did some memory fragments come to my eyes on their own?" Lan Youmeng teased.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Boy, I will give you a chance to live now. Become your teacher, teach you the cultivation techniques, and lead you on the road of cultivation."

Bingchen was stunned for a moment, but then he gave a wry smile.

"Cultivation? If I had this qualification, how could I end up like this?"

"You just need to answer whether you are willing or not."

Seeing Lan Youmeng's determined tone, Bingchen also had a glimmer of hope.

"If there is such an opportunity, I'm afraid not many people in this world would refuse it," Bing Chen said.

"Very good. I'm quite sensible. Then let's become a disciple. I have never accepted a male disciple before."

"Right here?" Bing Chen said a little uncertainly.

"With your current condition, where can you go? Hurry before I regret it."

His thoughts were whirling, and at the same time as Lan Youmeng's words fell, Bingchen knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Master is here, I will bow to you from my disciples."

Kowtowed to Tian San, then kept his forehead touching the ground, waiting for Lan Youmeng to speak.

Bingchen's decisiveness made Lan Youmeng look stunned for a moment, but then he chuckled and said: "The boy is quite smart, he must have other agendas. Anyway, from today on, you will be my third wife."

Disciple now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic message was transmitted into Bing Chen's brain.

"This is the Blood Soul Technique, a technique inherited from our Blood Soul Sect. Today I have made it easier for you, kid."

However, Bingchen didn't listen to Lan Youmeng's words at all. At this time, he was holding his head with both hands, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, he had a splitting headache, and he was letting out a howl that didn't sound like a human voice.

Seeing this, Lan Youmeng quickly made a seal and shot out a soul light that penetrated Bing Chen's mind.

There was a muffled thud, and Bing Chen fell to the ground and fainted.

"It's so useless, I almost died from this little information." Lan Youmeng pouted.

It wasn't until two hours later that Bing Chen faintly woke up. His eyes were dull, and he sat there in a daze for a while before he woke up.

"You want to kill me?"

After coming back to his senses, Bing Chen immediately shouted angrily.

"You brat, how dare you speak to Master like that?" Lan Youmeng said in a bad tone.

"snort!"

Bingchen snorted coldly, ignored Lan Youmeng and closed his eyes to meditate on the Blood Soul Skill.

As the sun rose and the moon faded, when the first ray of morning light shone on Bing Chen, a special force around him suddenly floated towards him as if being pulled, and then disappeared into his body.

"The spiritual energy enters the body so quickly!"

Lan Youmeng was slightly startled, but then a wry smile appeared on her face.

"It is indeed a chaotic spiritual root. Once activated, this characteristic of being in harmony with heaven and earth is really enviable."

Thinking back to that time, it took me nearly five days to sense the existence of spiritual energy. Even so, he was known as the person with the most heaven-defying qualifications since the founding of the Blood Soul Sect. The eighth-turn Yin spirit root, Yin Nian Yin

As long as the body of Tianyin born under the yin moon and the sun remains a virgin, its cultivation speed is unparalleled by few in the world, and if no accidents occur, it will step into the divine position in a very short period of time and become a legend.

.

But Lan Youmeng, who had always been proud, felt a sense of frustration in her heart.

"Should I say that I found a treasure, or that I was slightly shocked by this cheap apprentice." Lan Youmeng laughed at herself.

Without disturbing Bing Chen, after detaching a ray of spiritual consciousness to observe the surrounding situation, Lan Youmeng calmed down to perform exercises to heal her injuries.

There is no time to practice, and a month goes by in the blink of an eye.
To be continued...