Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 307 The show begins
"Can Master Zhong refine the Soul-Restoring Pill?"

With just one sentence, the three people's eyes lit up.

To break through the Soul Condensation Realm, one needs to open the Soul Palace. To open the Soul Palace, one needs the Soul-Resting Pill. To refine the Soul-Resting Pill, one needs a sixth-grade alchemist.

This is a cycle in itself.

There was only one alchemist named Shuiyue in the entire Luoxing Islands before, and he was affiliated with the Seven Stars Sect. In order to maintain its status, the Seven Stars Sect had to require anyone who came to ask for elixirs to pay a huge price, even several times the price of the Soul-Breaking Pill.

Even so, the Seven Star Sect strictly limits the number of Soul-Prolonging Pills, and only produces one every few decades.

The warriors who have condensed their spiritual bodies in the entire Falling Star Islands have a love-hate relationship with the Seven Star Sect. This is also the reason why the Lieyang Palace wants to replace the Seven Star Sect. You must know that in the past, their two major sect leaders were almost bankrupted by the Seven Star Sect in order to break through the Soul Condensation Realm.

And now the second sixth-grade alchemist has been born in the Falling Star Islands. How can Wu Xi and others not be excited?

Kuang Zhai's excitement leaked out, causing the leaves of the big tree above his head to rustle.

"Even if we can't refine it now, we'll be able to do it sooner or later. Does that mean we have a chance to open the Soul Palace and break through the Soul Condensation Realm?"

The three small realms in the extraordinary realm correspond to the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, especially the last realm, the realm of soul.

The display of soul power can easily crush the previous realm, and can even nourish one's own spiritual weapon. The gap between them can even be described as heaven and earth.

Swish!
Mr. Linghuan stood up suddenly and said excitedly, "I'm going to visit Master Zhong Dan and make myself familiar with him."

"I go with you."

Kuang Zhai also took a deep breath and tried to suppress his inner excitement.

"I also……"

A cloud of fire floated in the distance, and the scorching heat made people feel as if they were next to a volcano.

The three people's faces changed and they looked up. It was not a fire cloud at all, but a group of warriors who practiced fire-attributed skills.

The person in the front was a tall man wearing a fiery red robe with nine big suns embroidered on it with gold thread. He exuded a domineering and majestic aura like the scorching sun.

This person is the leader of Lieyang Palace, Zhang Jiuyang, a warrior at the peak of Yunling Realm. He is only one step away from uniting the three treasures into one and condensing the Xuandan.

Behind him stood a young man with red eyes. The young man looked nothing special, but his eyes were like burning flames. The air began to shake wherever his eyes passed. Even a warrior felt as if he was being burned by flames and would turn into ashes at any time under his gaze.

This person is Yan Yan, the deputy leader of Lieyang Palace, a warrior in the early stage of Yunling Realm.

"This... Sect Master Zhang Jiuyang, Deputy Sect Master Yan Yan, and the nine elders are all here. Is Lieyang Palace planning to go to war with the Seven Stars Sect?"

Mr. Linghuan's voice was trembling, and there was a look of fear on his face.

Even though he was full of dissatisfaction with Lieyang Palace when he spoke, the only thing he could do when facing this behemoth Lieyang Palace was to bow his head.

The entire Lieyang Palace disciples did not walk up the mountain like the others, but flew directly to the top of the mountain.

"People from Lieyang Palace are here. The show is about to begin. Let's go up the mountain too."

Zhong Lin stood up from the stone bench, his face full of the urgency of watching a good show, and pulled the somewhat speechless Wan Pu straight up the mountain.

After all, running is naturally no match for flying. When the two arrived at the Golden Light Palace on the top of the mountain, the plot had already begun.

Zhong Lin was not in a hurry. He forced his way through the people in front of him and found a place with a wide view to quietly start eating the melon. If the dancer had not been so good at hearing, he would even want to take out a handful of melon seeds.

"Zhang Jiuyang, are you planning a rebellion?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe embroidered with cloud patterns. His eyebrows were long and thin, and he constantly exuded a sharp sword aura, a kind of energy that could pierce the void and reach the heart. Wan Pu knew that Zhong Lin was not very familiar with the ways of the world, so he transmitted a message, "Elder, this man is Luo Congfei, the deputy leader of the Seven Star Sect, known as the Tongtian Sword Master, and has reached the middle stage of the Yunling Realm."

What an arrogant name.

The Master of Tongtian Sword?

You haven't even comprehended the sword's meaning, yet you dare to call yourself the Sword Master?

Who gave him the courage?

The Seven Star Sect has one main and one deputy sect leader and seven elders. The seven elders are all at the Spirit Embryo Realm. The one in front of you is the deputy sect leader, but he should be promoted to the main sect leader now.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a clear voice, "Tongtian, aren't you exaggerating? My Lieyang Palace isn't affiliated with your Seven Star Sect, so how can we be accused of rebellion? Or do you, the Seven Star Sect, think that all the sects and forces in the Falling Star Islands are just your lackeys?"

Zhang Jiuyang's words were extremely sinister, directly putting the Seven Stars Sect on the opposite side of everyone.

Tongtian Sword Master's expression also changed. Although he did think so, there were some things that could be done but could not be said.

Especially now that the supreme leader has passed away and the top combat power is missing.

"Zhang Jiuyang, stop trying to sow discord here. The Seven Star Sect does not welcome you, so please leave." The Master of Tongtian Sword said gritting his teeth.

"A visitor is a guest, and they should follow the host's wishes. With the passing of Fenglan Sword Lord, our Lieyang Palace is deeply saddened. I have come here today merely to offer condolences and burn incense to express my grief. I have not forgotten the kindness Fenglan Sword Lord showed our Lieyang Palace."

A chill ran down Zhang Jiuyang's spine as he spoke these words, especially when he said the word "preferential treatment," his voice became even heavier.

After saying this, he ignored the ugly expression on Tongtian Sword Master's face, took out a fragrant incense stick from the table beside him, and lit it on the candle.

Perhaps the fire was too big, so Zhang Jiuyang shook it again to remove the flames.

He walked forward until he reached the front of the mourning hall and inserted the incense stick into the incense burner with one hand.

Zhong Lin saw everything, raised his eyebrows slightly, and only regretted that he had no melon seeds in his hand.

I enjoyed eating this melon so much. This Zhang Jiuyang is indeed a ruthless person.

Wow!
The disciples of the Seven Star Sect in the entire mourning hall were instantly enraged. They all grasped their swords, waiting for the order to attack.

Too arrogant.

A stick of incense.

And one-handed.

who do you think You Are?

"Zhang Jiuyang, the incense has been lit. You are not welcome here. Please leave."

The Master of Tongtian Sword suppressed his anger and spoke loudly.

"No rush, I will also pay my respects to the remains of Fenglan Sword Master." Zhang Jiuyang said with a smile.

"Zhang Jiuyang, don't go too far. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because your senior brother has passed away?"

The spiritual energy around the Master of Tongtian Sword surged, the sword energy flourished, and waves of soul power were hidden in it. The warriors in the entire mourning hall felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and their faces turned slightly pale.

When I looked at the Master of Tongtian Sword again, he was clearly just a Taoist priest eight feet tall, but he gave people a sense of awe, as if right in front of them was an unreachable sword peak.

(End of this chapter)