Chapter 19: The Reincarnation Dan of Heaven and Earth (Votes Ah Votes)

  She sat on the top of the Dan Palace, her breath merging with the surrounding air as one. However, her slightly furrowed eyebrows revealed that her inner heart did not match the calm aura she emitted.

  At this time, the grand gate of Dan Hall was slowly pushed open, and Ye Hao slipped in with a lightness like a cat.

  "Are all the required elixirs ready?" Han Ye asked faintly as she opened her beautiful eyes.

  "Returning to what you said, it's all settled." Ye Hao said, but the originally respectful words, when spoken from his mouth, somehow sounded like they were laced with a hint of mockery.

  Han Ye had obviously gotten used to it, and for some reason, she found it hard to truly lose her temper at the cheerful young man. This was partly due to her satisfaction and appreciation for his work as a pill-refining assistant, but mostly, it could only be attributed to fate.

  "Han Ye took a deep breath and said, 'Then let's begin.'"

  Just as Zheng Ye and Huang Yue were about to start, Ye Hao suddenly spoke up: "Hold on."

  Han Ye's eyebrows rose as she gazed coldly at Ye Hao. The elixir she was refining this time was of great importance to her, and due to the limitations of the natural environment, tonight's midnight was the best moment. If she missed it, she would have to wait another three years.

  "The true person's heart is floating and anxious, although he tried his best to suppress it, but it will have a great impact on the alchemy. I happen to know a set of magical massage techniques, just ten breaths, can make the true person from body to mind all calm down." Ye Hao said quickly, he knew that if he was slower, he would be in trouble.

  Han Ye's heart moved slightly, she had long guessed that Ye Hao was not simple. If he really had the massage technique to calm her down from head to toe, it would be of great help to her.

  "If it's not as magical as you said, you'll know what the consequences are." Han Ye glared at Ye Hao with an icy gaze and closed her eyes.

  Ye Hao walked to Han Ye's side, a faint scent of orchid and chrysanthemum wafted into his nostrils, very pleasant. Before this, he had never been so close to Han Ye, close enough to feel the temperature of her body.

  Ye Hao took a deep breath. With his extensive experience in the flower cluster, he knew that women with this kind of fragrance were extremely rare and only virgins could emit such a scent.

  As Han Ye's expression gradually turned cold and hard, Ye Hao discarded the distractions in his mind. His large hand lightly rested on her fragrant shoulder, and as her slender body suddenly tensed up, his fingertips emitted a faint, shimmering light. He followed the Shoulder Weekly Pulse towards the Spine Bone Pulse, finally pressing gently on both sides of her waist eyes, then swiftly circling around her waist once before lightly pressing on the spot three inches above her navel.

  The whole process was smooth and natural, taking only a few breaths. However, the final pose seemed somewhat ambiguous, as if Ye Hao had wrapped his arms around Han Yemeng from behind.

  Ye Hao was very sensible and didn't have time to savor this wonderful feeling, so he let go of Han Ye's moon and retreated.

  Han Ye's eyes opened, and she could clearly feel the restless energy around her dissipating. The meridians that Ye Hao had pressed were emitting a cool sensation, calming her mind and making her feel as if she was wrapped in a refreshing spring on a sweltering summer day, feeling extremely comfortable.

  It was precisely because of this that Han Ye chose to selectively forget the fact that Ye Hao had just touched her icy and pure body.

  "Don't let your mind wander again, focus your energy and help me refine this furnace of rebirth." Han Ye said calmly.

  "The Qiankun Zhuan Sheng Dan is quite impressive, isn't it? Don't worry, I, Ye Dage, have never made a mistake before." Ye Hao said.

  Han Ye Moon took out four pieces of ink jade with different shapes, and with a light flick, the four pieces of ink jade flew into the recesses in the four corners of the Dan Temple, fitting together seamlessly to form an integral whole.

  These four recesses, which normally look like carved flower shapes, unexpectedly hide a mysterious mechanism.

  "Hun Tian Dan Ding, appear!" Han Ye Yue shouted in a delicate voice, her jade-like hands pinched together, and instantly swung out hundreds of phoenix-shaped spiritual energies.

  These hundreds of spiritual energies hummed like a spirit, surrounding the central dantian, like hundreds of spiritual phoenixes dancing in flight.

  Under the stone slab of Dan Temple, a faint tremor came, and an inexplicable majesty enveloped the entire temple.

  Ye Hao's eyelid twitched, this chaotic sky tripod cauldron was probably a spiritual treasure, otherwise how could it have such majesty?

  In the Xianxia world, objects are divided into Faqi, Fabao, Lingqi and Lingbao, each with three levels: lower, middle and upper. Among them, Faqi is the most common, while Fabao can only be possessed by high-ranking figures of major sects. As for Lingqi, it is extremely rare and usually only core figures of major sects are qualified to possess one. And as for Lingbao, there are only a handful in the entire Shenzhou Xianxia world.

  At this time, the stone slab of Dan Temple slid open on both sides, and a chaotic air burst out.

  Suddenly, in the midst of the chaotic air, a grayish-brown ancient tripod appeared, about the size of an adult's head.

  This chaotic heaven and earth furnace appeared and disappeared in the air of chaos, occasionally with faint golden runes flashing.

  "Immortal Cauldron!" Ye Hao was shocked and bewildered. The flashing runes on this Mixed Heaven Dan Cauldron were clearly the Immortal Realm Runes that only appeared on immortal artifacts. However, this Immortal Cauldron had suffered severe damage, its grade having dropped. Now, it seemed to be only at the level of a low-grade spiritual treasure.

  "This Chaotic Heaven Cauldron is what my master, Light Fog True Person, risked his life to obtain. It's one of the few spiritual treasures in the entire Divine Continent that can be counted on one's fingers. In the entire Yunxia Sect, apart from me, no one else knows about the existence of the Chaotic Heaven Cauldron. If you dare to reveal even half a word in the future, I will crush your bones and scatter your ashes." Han Ye Yue coldly said to Ye Hao.

  "Lord Meng trusts me so much, I'm deeply moved... I can only pledge my body to him... What I mean is that I'd be willing to risk my life for Lord Meng, even if it means sacrificing this physical body of mine." Ye Hao's expression was one of gratitude and tears, but as soon as the words "pledge my body" left his lips, he felt a killing aura descend upon him, and hastily changed the subject.

  The hour had arrived, and the moon's face was submerged in the water like a reflection. She gazed at the substantial, purely yin energy of heaven and earth being drawn to the Hun Tian Dan Ding, her hands deftly pinching the dazzling, bewildering spell seals.

  The chaotic air of the primordial chaos began to surge, and the lid of the alchemical furnace was slowly lifted, with golden light flashing inside.

  "Tianzhu fruit twenty portions, ten li xiang five portions, guanyin flower fifteen portions......" Han Ye Yue's hands formed a peculiar hand seal in front of her chest, directing Ye Hao to add various spiritual medicines.

  Slowly, the chaotic air that had surged around the Hu Tian Dan Ding transformed into a turbid flame, and the temperature of the Dan Palace suddenly rose, like a large furnace.

  "Chaos True Fire? No, the real Chaos True Fire is colorless and transparent, capable of burning down gods and buddhas. These flames merely carry a hint of the aura of Chaos True Fire. It seems that only when its quality is restored to that of a divine artifact can it truly burn with Chaos True Fire." Ye Hao thought to himself as his hands continued to accurately add various spiritual medicines according to Han Ye's instructions.

  At this time, Han Ye Moon suddenly let out a low groan, her pretty face turned deathly pale, and a thread of bright red blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.