Wang Qi wanted to say, "Then don't talk about it."
But the other party was the Holy Son. Although he was a little dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do.
He could only follow Li Mu's words and say: "Holy Son, please speak."
Li Mu said: "I have a way to conceive and raise the remnant soul of Senior Brother Bai Luo."
Wang Qingmo next to her trembled.
Wang Qi frowned slightly, "Senior Nephew Bai Luo's remnant soul is too weak and can only be nourished and bred with the human body, but the method of seizing it is not something that our immortal sect can do."
"What senior brother Wang said is absolutely true," Li Mu nodded, "but my method does not require taking someone else's body."
Wang Qi's brows knitted into a knot.
Li Mu turned to look at Wang Qingmo, "It just depends on Senior Sister Qingmo, uh, it depends on whether Senior Nephew Qingmo is willing."
This Wang Qingmo looks like he is only in his twenties, but he has cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm, so he should be at least one or two hundred years old.
Li Mu always felt awkward calling such a Nascent Soul monster his nephew.
It makes me, an eighteen-year-old boy, look very old.
Wang Qingmo looked at Li Mu blankly, her mind running rapidly.
"There is no need to take away other people's bodies."
"See if I agree."
"Could it be..."
A crazy idea suddenly appeared in her mind.
After struggling for a moment, the longing for his lover broke through the defense line in his heart.
Wang Qingmo clutched her fist tightly, her nails digging into the palm of her hand without realizing it:
"I...will!"
She stared at Li Mu with determination and madness flashing in her eyes:
"I can sleep with you, but after you become pregnant with the fetus, please ask the Holy Son to leave immediately."
"And no one else can know about this!"
Everyone: "???"
Li Mu was stunned for a while, and finally understood what the other party meant:
Borrowing a whale to give birth!
She wanted to use my seed to conceive, so that Bai Luo's remaining soul could be fostered in the fetus.
In this way, others will not be harmed, and even if word spreads, the world of immortal cultivators will not say anything.
But if you do this, a problem will arise.
Is Wang Qing's unfamiliar child her son or a Taoist companion?
If they had another baby...
Too rude!
Love brain is really scary.
Li Mu felt a chill and quickly denied:
"Senior nephew Qingmo, you misunderstood, I am not such a person!"
"If the Holy Son doesn't want to, I can find someone else."
Wang Qingmo turned around and looked at the male disciples in the hall.
All the male disciples took a step back in fear.
"That's not what I meant!"
Li Mu was afraid that something would happen, so he quickly explained:
"I have... uh, I have a way to refine a puppet. I can refine Bai Luo's corpse into a puppet."
Wang Qingmo seemed to have been touched, and a coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Li Mu continued, "After being refined into a puppet, the corpse can be protected from decay. As long as the remnant soul of Bai Luo's nephew is fostered in the clay pill palace of the corpse puppet, and then nourished with various spiritual herbs and elixirs, You can recover slowly.”
"This..." Wang Qingmo understood what Li Mu meant, but she had never heard of this method before, so she could only look at her father with questioning eyes.
Wang Qi was also confused.
Refining a corpse into a puppet sounds a bit evil.
Such words coming from the mouth of the Holy Son made him feel ridiculous.
However, considering that Li Mu also had good intentions, he could not refute it. He only asked doubtfully: "Has the method mentioned by the Holy Son been used elsewhere?"
Li Mu shook his head: "I have studied the "Secret Method of Refining the War Soldier Puppet", and I can use the method of refining the puppet to dispose of the body of Bai Luo's nephew."
Wang Qi was stunned: "Holy Son, don't be joking. How can you refine a corpse using the method of refining a warrior puppet?"
Li Mu said: "I made some improvements."
The disciples nearby were shocked.
"This is too messy."
"I have seen this technique before. The materials used to make puppets are spiritual cores, iron tools, tendon glue and the like. They have nothing to do with corpses!"
"We understand the Holy Son's kindness, but your method will probably make Senior Brother Bai Luo's body disappear."
"Yes, you still have to use a corpse to nurture a remnant soul. How can it be so easy!"
No one believed Li Mu's words at all.
If not for the identity of Holy Son Li Mu,
They had already cursed.
Li Mu asked curiously, "Is no one from Shenqing Palace attending the Dao Discussion Ceremony?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"No one has heard of my deeds?"
Still shaking his head, some disciples were even a little impatient.
Wang Qi's face also looked a little ugly, "Holy Son, what exactly do you want to say?"
Li Mu was also convinced.
Don’t these guys in Shenqing Palace communicate with the outside world?
Are you really blind to what is going on outside the window, and only want immortality?
He had no choice but to explain his improvements to the Guiyuan Jue.
He put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"Nowadays, in every immortal mountain blessed land of my Qingyun lineage, there are disciples practicing the Yuan Devouring Art."
"Their cultivation efficiency has increased by an average of six times."
"Because of the existence of the Yuan Devouring Art, in half a month, more than 800 disciples of my Qingyun lineage have successfully built the foundation."
"More than a dozen immortal gates such as White Crane Temple, Qingfengzhai, and Shuiyue Palace have sent me invitations to teach."
"In addition, I have used the Yuan Devouring Art to open new Yuan Apertures for more than 1,600 disciples."
I thought to myself, it was you who asked me to fill the cup.
The entire main hall fell into dead silence.
All the disciples were deeply shocked.
Although they like to stay in Shenqing Palace,
But he still understands the situation of Qingyun's lineage very well.
There are twenty-seven fairy mountains and thirty-six blessed places. It is considered "highly productive" to have a hundred disciples building foundations every month. Now, in less than half a month, there are actually 800 people building foundations.
What's even more exaggerated is that Li Mu was able to help more than a thousand disciples open up new skills.
It’s simply appalling!
Wang Qi was also shocked, "Holy Son, are you kidding me?"
Li Mu was speechless, "Do you think I'm joking? Senior Brother Wang goes to other immortal mountains and blessed places to ask random people, and he will naturally know whether what I say is true or false."
Wang Qi hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said:
"I'm not doubting the Holy Son, but this matter is of great importance and must be clarified."
He took out a bronze mirror and poured immortal power into it.
The next moment, a round face appeared in the bronze mirror.
"Hey, Lao Qi, the sun is out in the west? You actually contacted me!"
Wang Qi said seriously: "Fellow Taoist Prayer for Good Harvest, I have something to ask."
Seeing his serious expression, the fat praying immortal stopped teasing him.
"What's the matter?"
Wang Qi glanced at Li Mu subconsciously, and then asked:
"Have you ever heard of the Devouring Element Art, fellow Daoist Prayer for Good Harvests?"
Immortal Qinian looked troubled, "My ears are ringing with pain. My disciples come to bother me every day in order to fight for a few pilot spots for my disciples and grandchildren."
"Let me tell you, the Peak Master and the elders are overly cautious. The Holy Son has created such a heaven-defying Yuan Devouring Art, and they also set up a crappy pilot program to directly promote it and let all the low-level disciples of our Qingyun lineage use it. Start practicing!"
"The speed of advancement is extremely fast, and the number of Yuan Qiaos is increasing rapidly. When the sect competition is held three years later, our Qingyun Peak newcomers will appear, and their golden elixirs are just like water..."
