Chapter 159: The Puzzling Pill Looking at the remaining prescription in her hand, Lingxiang really couldn't figure out how her mother had obtained the contents of the prescription. The herbs on the prescription, such as Tiannanxing, Chuanxiong, and Sapindus mukorossi, are all common medicines that can be bought in any pharmacy in the mortal world. Even the Nine-leaf Paris polyphylla is not in short supply now, but the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum is a bit troublesome. This thing called Shouwu can become a spirit after a hundred years, and can even become an immortal after a thousand years. Where can you get a thousand-year-old Shouwu in the mortal world today? Even if you come across it, it is extremely difficult to ask for some whiskers from it. I really don't know how my mother got it back then. There is another thing that is even more rare, it is Xiangliu's fang! It is rumored that Xiangliu is an ancient evil god who was killed by Emperor Yu in ancient times. How should she find this object? Could it be that these two things were found by my mother in Yunmengze? There is also a note called "Hanging Thread Technique" on the side, which should be a magic spell to prolong people's lives. Why is it used in the Huitian Pill? Looking at the three words "Hanging Silk Technique" on the remnant, Lingxiang couldn't help but fall into deep thought... …… "Elder Fu Cang came to see me specially, do you have any instructions?" Han Yang asked without raising his head, staring at the scripture in his hand. Lingxiang said nothing, but walked to the table and sat down, then poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it as if no one was around. Seeing her like this, everyone knew that she had something to say, so the disciples quickly packed up their things and went out, closing the door before leaving.
They couldn't afford to offend this ancestor, so they tried to stay as far away from her as possible, otherwise they would bring trouble upon themselves and who knows how she would make things difficult for them. Now, there was no one else in the room except Lingxiang and Hanyang, but Lingxiang just put down the teacup, picked her nails and said nothing. Han Yang didn't wait for Ling Xiang to speak, so he put down the scripture in his hand, looked at Ling Xiang and smiled: "From childhood to adulthood, as long as you have this attitude, you must be up to something bad. Let me tell you, now is different from the past, you and I are no longer children, and you are an elder of a family, you must not be so willful and capricious, and I will definitely not help you cover it up." Lingxiang frowned upon hearing this and glanced at Hanyang: "Am I so unbearable in your heart?" Although she was a generation older than Han Yang, Han Yang never treated her as his elder. Although he acted respectful in front of others, he would scold her from time to time behind their backs, as if he was the elder. Hearing Lingxiang's complaints, Han Yang smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I think you are unbearable, but when I see you, I can't help but think of the ridiculous things you did when you were a child. At that time, I never got anything good from you. Every time you got into trouble, I had to cover it for you. Not only did the master scold you, but you also made you kneel down and sneaked away. I couldn't stop you." Even though he is a generation younger, Han Yang is still a few years older than Ling Xiangchi in terms of age. Ling Xiang was brought up by Han Yang himself. If it were not for the seniority, he would be like an elder brother. Hearing this, Lingxiang was not embarrassed at all, she just pouted and complained: "So many years have passed, don't keep talking about these old things. After all, I am also an elder of the family, and your senior. Even if there is no one around now, you should at least give me some face, right? How can a junior scold an elder like this? It's really, too outrageous." Seeing Lingxiang like this, Han Yang just smiled and picked up the scripture to read: "Tell me, what do you want to do this time? If you want to do something wrong, then give up the idea as soon as possible. I will definitely not agree to it." Hearing this, Lingxiang's expression changed, and she lost all her previous playfulness. "I remember that you were always by my mother's side on the day she passed away." Han Yang frowned when he heard this, but recovered in an instant. However, Ling Xiang saw it clearly. "Yeah, why are you asking this?" He reached out to turn the page, but heard Lingxiang ask: "I want to know how I died and how I was saved by my mother." Han Yang paused while turning the page. The page was halfway turned, but it didn't turn over. "Don't you know? Fairy Tu Mi came to you in a hurry because you were a pure yang girl, the best sacrifice for the curse. It was because of the curse that you died. But as a mother, she couldn't bear to let you go. She gave you a breath of life at that time, and then gave you a pill to take, so you came back to life." "How can a cultivator speak such deceitful words?" Ling Xiang stared at Han Yang motionlessly. "That spell of curse doesn't require sacrifices at all. I definitely didn't die because of that spell." Han Yang was startled for a moment, but returned to normal after a moment. He turned a page of the book and asked back without raising his head: "How do you know it's not true? You were just a child at the time, how could you remember it so clearly?" "In that case," Lingxiang pushed the book down from Hanyang's hand, "then I'll change the way I ask..." "Is it not that I was born with a damaged spiritual root, but that my mother passed on half of her life's cultivation to me, and I was too young to bear it, so my spiritual root was damaged? The reason for doing this is that she had to make me take the Life-Restoring Pill, and then she used the Hanging Thread Technique to exchange my life for mine?" Lingxiang stared at Han Yang's eyes, and Han Yang was also full of surprise.
"How did you know that!?" …… "The Hanging Thread Technique..." Ling Xiang pondered, "It's clearly a technique for saving lives, so how can one exchange lives for each other?" Is it because of this Huitian Pill? According to what Han Yang said before, his mother did take the Huitian Pill and then used the Hanging Silk Technique to save him. His mother did not die immediately, but slowly lost her life force. Before leaving, she gave him many instructions, saying that she died because the spell of nightmare required a sacrifice. But at that time, his mother clearly cast three spells, and the second spell was the spell of the Demon Lord of Nightmare. If this hanging thread spell was the third spell, then what was the first spell cast at that time? Although Han Yang was present at the time, he didn't know what kind of technique it was. He thought it must be his mother's own secret technique. Lingxiang stared at Canfang with a frown on her face, while Adao, who was standing next to her, had already eaten up a whole plate of chestnuts and was now lying on the table with his round belly, looking drowsy. Since the curse was cast between the first spell and the hanging thread spell, the exchange of lives should have nothing to do with the first spell. But how could a life-saving spell lead to the mother's death? My mother's curse was not a life-threatening spell, so why did the Demon King go to the trouble of slaughtering the three great demon-killing families in order to find the Heaven-Restoring Pill? Could it be that the Heaven-Restoring Pill had other uses besides exchanging lives for lives? Just when Lingxiang was puzzled, she heard footsteps outside the house, followed by a burst of shouting. "Spiritual fragrance! Spiritual fragrance!" Ah Dao was just about to fall asleep when he was awakened by the shout. He quickly stood up and instinctively made a "ka ka" sound. sound. Lingxiang rolled her eyes, sandwiched the remaining prescription between the medicine book, and stuffed it into her Qiankun bag. Hearing this voice, I knew it was that damn girl Mai Dong... "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying like a mourner?!" (End of this chapter)