“Yang-strengthening divine medicine?” Ning Zhuo’s brow furrowed slightly in surprise.

He gazed at the individual before him, a man with mutton-chop whiskers and a robust physique named Yang Wei Da, and two thoughts sprang to mind.

Firstly, Yang Wei Da’s identity as a traveling merchant from the Flying Cloud Country. From this perspective, offering a yang-strengthening divine medicine wasn’t out of the ordinary.

Secondly, he recalled the words of the Gold Pill Ghost Clan cultivator, Qing Yan. She had mentioned that Jiao Ma, the identity he currently assumed, cultivated the Jiao Family’s core scripture, the “Three Jiao Zheng Yang Scripture.” It was precisely this scripture that filled Jiao Ma with abundant yang energy, leading Qing Yan to believe Jiao Ma would undoubtedly distinguish himself among the male consorts.

Considering these two points, Ning Zhuo nodded subtly and transmitted his thoughts to Yang Wei Da using his divine sense: “Then I shall procure a small quantity to observe its effects.”

A flicker of a smile crossed Yang Wei Da’s face.

Yet, just as quickly, his smile froze.

This was entirely due to Ning Zhuo’s declaration of wanting “a little” – which genuinely meant a minuscule amount of the medicine!

“Jiao Ma, with this meager quantity, how am I to sell it?” Yang Wei Da grumbled, “Surely you aren’t lacking in spirit stones.”

Ning Zhuo shook his head, his stance unwavering. “You claim it is divine medicine. Naturally, I must first sample a bit and personally assess its efficacy. Otherwise, if I were to purchase too much and the medicine proved ineffective, what then?”

He continued, “Though you are from the outside world, in the eyes of others within this place, we are considered to be from the same village.”

“We are kin!” Ning Zhuo clapped Yang Wei Da’s shoulder. “Therefore, lend me a hand, yes?”

Yang Wei Da gritted his teeth. “Kin should indeed assist kin. Very well!”

He scanned his surroundings before producing a medicine box.

Upon opening it, a medicinal paste within was revealed.

Yang Wei Da, controlling his objects with divine sense, scooped out a portion of the paste the size of a finger, placed it in a small medicine bottle, and offered it to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo likewise produced over ten spirit stones and handed them to Yang Wei Da.

The exchange was completed, hand for hand, coin for good.

Before departing, Yang Wei Da instructed, “If it serves you well, contact me again. Since we are of the same village, I shall offer you the most generous discount!”

Ning Zhuo nodded without further words and promptly left the vicinity.

Yang Wei Da then turned his attention to the other male consorts, stating directly during their exchanges, “You witnessed it yourselves; someone has already purchased my yang-strengthening divine medicine. If others acquire it and you do not, you will surely be at a disadvantage! You must understand, the number of places within the Yang-strengthening Court is limited…”

This scene did not escape Sun Ling Tong’s notice.

Upon returning to the first-class room number one, Sun Ling Tong relayed the situation to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo had anticipated this and was instead pleased. “Precisely what I desired; for him to promote it.”

He retrieved the medicine bottle, used a wooden stick to sample a tiny amount, then, after examining other medicinal ingredients, tested it. He roughly confirmed the result.

This medicinal paste did indeed possess yang-strengthening properties, and its effect was quite potent.

In this regard, Yang Wei Da had not lied.

However, as Ning Zhuo prepared to apply the medicine to himself, the mechanism ring on his finger contracted slightly.

A cold glint flickered in Ning Zhuo’s eyes. After informing Sun Ling Tong, he put away the medicinal paste.

Sun Ling Tong sighed. “Yang Wei Da, this seemingly forthright fellow, actually resorted to such methods to entrap others. It seems he either possesses great confidence in his divine medicine, or perhaps has other forces behind him, serving as his true backing.”

“Let us disregard him for now. We shall feign ignorance. And should we encounter him again in the future, we shall still purchase some of the paste,” Ning Zhuo stated.

Sun Ling Tong nodded, expressing his agreement.

They were not lacking in spirit stones!

If Yang Wei Da had his calculations, then Ning Zhuo would turn the scheme back upon him.

“Find a way to visit Sang Le You Ling, obtain the divination result, and then we shall depart from this place,” Ning Zhuo instructed Sun Ling Tong.

Sun Ling Tong nodded. Were it not for Meng Yao Yin’s predicament, he would be more inclined to remain, seeking adventure and stimulation.

“Little Zhuo, you continue to portray Jiao Ma. I shall venture outside, scouting the path,” Sun Ling Tong volunteered.

“Boss, I naturally trust your handling of matters. However…” Ning Zhuo shifted the topic. “Let us wait for half a day, for me to attempt a new technique.”

The new technique Ning Zhuo intended to attempt was none other than his nascent spell ———— the Spirit Communication Mirror!

His cultivation had already reached the stage of the Phenomenon Seed Symbol, and the mysterious “Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art” had fully materialized into a complete spell talisman.

The “Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art” could aid Ning Zhuo in communicating with spiritual entities.

And the nascent spell, the Spirit Communication Mirror, went a step further, allowing him to summon spiritual entities from the mirror’s surface, thus possessing a certain degree of summoning power.

“According to the foundational chapter of the ‘Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art,’ to fully unleash the might of this nascent spell, I must first forge its nascent magic tool. I still require your assistance, Boss!” Ning Zhuo extended the invitation.

Sun Ling Tong immediately agreed.

Ordinarily, regarding one’s core cultivation method, a cultivator should maintain secrecy.

However, what was the relationship between Ning Zhuo and Sun Ling Tong? With their intimate and unwavering bond, such taboos simply did not exist.

Ning Zhuo immediately shared the contents of the scripture with Sun Ling Tong for his perusal.

Sun Ling Tong, after studying it, carefully pondered and gained a thorough understanding.

The two of them entered the Ten Thousand Miles Roaming Dragon and proceeded together to the mechanism platform.

Ning Zhuo produced his Wood Middle Fire and infused it with magic power.

The Wood Middle Fire’s flames were not fierce, yet within a few breaths, they melted various precious materials into liquid.

Cold Iron, Flowing Cloud Sand, Tai Bai Gold Essence, Sky Crystal, Thick Earth, and other materials merged, transforming into a stream of silver liquid.

Sun Ling Tong controlled the mechanism platform, drawing the silver liquid into a circular mirror-shaped prototype within the groove.

He continued his manipulation, utilizing his skill to swiftly arrange spell arrays within the mirror embryo.

Finally, a three-hundred-jin heavy quenching fire copper ingot rose from the mechanism platform.

“Clang!”

The quenching fire copper ingot pressed down heavily, and in that instant, the spell array and the mirror embryo were firmly fixed in place.

Ning Zhuo bit the tip of his right index finger, drawing forth a bead of blood.

He utilized his essence blood to engrave related spell prohibitions onto the mirror embryo.

The Wood Middle Fire was then handed to Sun Ling Tong.

Holding the fire seed in his palm, he gently blew a breath.

A flame light flew onto the mirror embryo, instantly enveloping it in a ball of fire.

As the fireball dissipated, Ning Zhuo employed Cold Moon Flower Dew to cool the mirror embryo.

With a sizzling sound, cold and heat intersected, giving rise to a seven-colored mist.

The mist dispersed, and the mirror embryo floated in mid-air, trembling slightly.

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and, without hesitation, carried out the final step ———— extracting the Spirit Communication Mirror spell talisman from his divine sea and directly imprinting it onto the core of the spell array within the mirror embryo.

After a faint hum, the magic tool, the Spirit Communication Mirror, was finally completed!

Ning Zhuo attempted to use it.

“Meng Night Tiger.” He retrieved the Shadow Edge Blade · Night Tiger.

Holding the Spirit Communication Mirror, Ning Zhuo aimed it at Meng Night Tiger.

A beam of light radiated from the mirror’s surface, enveloping Meng Night Tiger.

The latter was already closely linked to Ning Zhuo and offered not the slightest resistance; moreover, it actively cooperated. Therefore, in but an instant, Meng Night Tiger vanished, absorbed into the mirror body’s internal space.

Ning Zhuo then shook the mirror’s surface again, projecting a beam of mirror light.

The mirror light shone on a distant location, and almost instantly, it projected Meng Night Tiger to that spot.

“Not bad.” Ning Zhuo nodded, his mind rapidly formulating numerous combat strategies.

He placed Meng Night Tiger back into his storage waist belt.

Then, he once more activated the Spirit Communication Mirror, shooting out mirror light.

This time, it was ten times more difficult than before, yet he still easily summoned Meng Night Tiger to the location covered by the mirror light.

“Marvelous!” Ning Zhuo was now overjoyed beyond measure.

A storage waist belt was a separate space, vastly different from the outside world.

Ning Zhuo could actually use the Spirit Communication Mirror to directly summon Meng Night Tiger from within the storage waist belt! This might seem like a slight convenience for retrieval, but in truth, it represented an absolute qualitative leap!

Of course, this was also related to the inherent connection, a life-and-death thread, that existed between Ning Zhuo and Meng Night Tiger.

However, Ning Zhuo soon noticed that numerous cracks had appeared on the Shadow Edge Blade · Night Tiger.

The Spirit Communication across a layer of space had caused significant damage to Meng Night Tiger itself.

“This indicates that Meng Night Tiger requires material upgrades. Only upon reaching the magic treasure level can it withstand the damages incurred from spirit communication transfers.”

“However, when it reaches the magic treasure level, my Spirit Communication Mirror will also need to be upgraded to the magic treasure level, otherwise it will be like a small horse pulling a heavy cart.”

“Interesting. I can actually accomplish even more.” For a moment, Ning Zhuo’s eyes gleamed with intense light as he pondered ceaselessly.

His gaze was bright as he looked towards Sun Ling Tong.

Sun Ling Tong suddenly felt something, a shiver running through his heart. He turned his head to look at Ning Zhuo. “Little Zhuo, why are you looking at me like that?”

Not long after, Sun Ling Tong, feeling somewhat dizzy, exited the first-class room number one.

The Hidden Yang Separate Manor had its set of management regulations. Although not prohibiting male consorts from freely entering and exiting, all required reporting and approval.

Comparatively, as a servant Ghost Clan member, Tie Tuo, only needed to inform the gate guard to enter or exit.

Sun Ling Tong made his way through, passing by the central courtyard.

He saw over ten cultivators gathered there, surrounding some lists and engaged in heated discussion.

Sun Ling Tong, naturally curious, was about to approach to observe.

“Ghost Clan? Whose servant are you? Get out, get out, get out! Don’t come near us!” A human clan male cultivator, upon seeing Sun Ling Tong, immediately waved his hand in disgust, shooing him away.

A sharp glint flashed in Sun Ling Tong’s eyes, but on the surface, he bowed and immediately stopped, observing from a distance.

He vaguely saw that it was some kind of ranking list, a magic tool displaying changes in rankings.

He was about to use a spell to observe carefully when, at that moment, a male cultivator strode into the field.

This person was imposing in stature, with a muscular upper body that resembled an inverted triangle, and slender waist and legs. He possessed a pair of crimson-gold heavy pupils, his gaze sharp, and his hair was a dark gold color.

His attire was luxurious, with a base of red fire wash cloth covered by gold silk sun day soft armor. A thousand-year leaving fire jade pendant hung from his waist, and his feet wore thunder cloud tread flame boots. His expression was arrogant.

Seeing the numerous cultivators gathered before him, he waved his sleeve, unleashing a wave of air that directly swept away the clustered male consorts.

Caught off guard, some of the male consorts stumbled, almost falling, while others turned around in embarrassment, on the verge of cursing loudly.

But in the next moment, they recognized the individual who had acted, and immediately stiffened, the curses lodged in their throats, unable to escape.

This arbitrarily acting, arrogant-looking male cultivator, after raising his head and letting out a disdainful cold snort, walked to the bottom of the list and examined it carefully.

Seeing his name, “Jin Yang Zi,” ranked in the first position, he let out another cold snort. “A group of wastes.”

Despite being mocked and belittled, the surrounding male consorts dared not speak. Although their expressions were angry, they all suppressed it, not daring to act out.