A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Luo Fan ignored those people and just stood there waiting for something.

After a while, the stairs still did not respond.

Bai Jie frowned, glanced at Luo Fan, and asked, "How is it?"

"Wait a little longer."

Luo Fan said.

The Dan Tang disciples' sneers deepened.

"Waiting for what? Waiting for a pie to fall from the sky?"

"Senior Sister Bai, you should stop waiting. The inheritance is more important. Don't let certain people delay your opportunity."

"Exactly, some people are useless themselves, yet they want to drag others down with them."

Mocking voices rose and fell, and even some of the other disciples shook their heads inwardly.

His cultivation level was only at the first level of Qi Refining.

Even if one has some extraordinary encounters outside, the Sword Stele Tower values ​​sword talent and potential.

How much potential can one have at the first level of Qi Refining?

Bai Jie seemed not to hear him, and simply stood beside Luo Fan to keep him company.

Lu Qingdai and Xiong Chumo were the same.

Suddenly, Luo Fan, who was staring at the steps, smiled.

The disciples of the Pill Hall were about to continue their mockery when, before they could utter a word, the ten-step staircase suddenly lit up!

The dazzling emerald green light poured down, enveloping Luo Fan completely!

"What?!"

"The tenth floor?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

A gasp of surprise erupted, and everyone's eyes widened.

The mocking smiles on the faces of the Dantang disciples froze instantly, and their faces turned red.

It was as if someone was being choked, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Yan Wujiu's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Xie Nantian, Chu Wuyai, Zhao Jingzhou, Shen Fufeng... everyone's expression froze.

He felt that those people's words were even more sarcastic.

What does it mean to be the same as Senior Brother Yan?

How come these are the same?

They have ten floors!

Ten floors!

What about him?

A loser who can only get into the second floor?

How do we compare them?

Does he even deserve to be compared? Yan Wujiu's Dao heart is about to collapse!

This Sword Stele Tower is fucking outrageous!

Even Bai Jie, an ice-type sword cultivator with all five spiritual roots and an exceptionally outstanding water spiritual root, only managed to reach the ninth level!

Luo Fan was actually chosen by the tenth floor?!

"It's fake! It must be fake!"

The disciples of the Pill Hall turned pale, but the emerald light was so real.

A rich sense of life permeated the air, filling the air with the fragrance of grass and trees.

Amidst the radiance, ethereal shadows of spiritual herbs swayed gracefully.

"This is... the legacy of Patriarch Yaofeng?"

Xie Nantian took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

Although he didn't know exactly what it was, he could tell from the aura.

This is the supreme inheritance of the Medicine Peak lineage!

"No...it's impossible..."

A disciple from the Pill Hall said in a trembling voice, "He's only at the first level of Qi Refining..."

Before the words were finished—

Om-! ! !

The eleventh step was immediately followed by a burst of golden light!

The golden and emerald light intertwined, making Luo Fan appear as if a god had descended.

"The eleventh floor?!"

"Another layer?!"

"Two layers shining brightly?!"

A chorus of gasps and gasps filled the air.

Everyone has gone mad.

It's rare enough to be selected for the first floor, but to have two floors shining together is unheard of!

"The legacy of Master Danfeng?"

Bai Jie looked at Luo Fan, her deep eyes reflecting golden light.

Within that golden light, there was a faint phantom of a pill furnace, and the flowing aura of runes clearly indicated that it was the highest lineage of alchemy!

Xie Nantian felt his throat was dry and couldn't say a word.

The disciples of the Pill Hall turned even paler.

But that's not all—

Om-! ! !

Suddenly, crimson flames erupted on the twelfth step, illuminating the entire first floor like a furnace!

"The twelfth floor!!"

Some people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

"Three layers...three layers shining together??"

At this moment, Xie Nantian's voice trembled, and the entire first floor was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the figure shrouded in tri-colored light.

Emerald green, golden yellow, and crimson red.

Three layers of light intertwined and surrounded Luo Fan, lifting him up and suspending him in mid-air.

The three tiers of stairs simultaneously illuminated his light!

"The lineage of the founder of the sect...!!"

Someone murmured something.

The aura emanating from the crimson flames was ancient, majestic, and domineering.

It's clearly the aura of Tao Mian, the founder of this school!

Three layers shining brightly!

This has never happened before since the tower was opened!

"He...what exactly is he..."

Yan Wujiu's voice was dry, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

At the same time, he felt at peace. Everyone present, except for Luo Fan, was trash!

Who would have the nerve to make fun of him?

Xiong Chumo's eyes widened, and her mouth opened into a circle, filled with surprise followed by delight.

Lu Qingdai rarely showed a look of shock, and covered her red lips with her small hand, which made her look even more adorable.

As for the people in the Pill Hall, they were already wondering if they were dreaming or trapped in an illusion.

Some people even banged their heads against the pillars inside in an attempt to regain their senses.

"No... there must be some mistake!"

They still cannot accept this outcome.

Just moments ago, they were mocking Luo Fan as a piece of trash, but in the blink of an eye, this piece of trash has been chosen by all three layers of sword tablets at the same time!

It is still the supreme legacy left by the three founders: Yaofeng, Danfeng, and the founder of the sect!

What an irony!

What a slap in the face!

Their eyes were vacant and lifeless, and they anticipated the intense attention Luo Fan would receive upon his departure.

From this point on, he will undoubtedly be groomed by the sect leader as their number one prodigy, and they…

They were already separated by an insurmountable chasm, and had no right to compete with Luo Fan anymore.

That was a chasm they could never cross, no matter how hard they tried.

Most importantly, their senior brother not only died in vain, but also had to bear the wrath of Master Qingxiao.

Thinking of this, every single person in the Pill Hall lost all color in their face.

Luo Fan never paid attention to these people; he closed his eyes and hovered in mid-air.

Three colors of light flashed alternately between the center of the forehead.

Finally, the three beams of light merged together, transforming into runes that disappeared into the space between the eyebrows.

This signifies recognition of Luo Fan and granting him permission to travel.

After a long while, the light slowly faded.

Luo Fan opened his eyes and looked at the disciples of the Pill Hall. "Now, can I go up?"

The group trembled, their lips quivering, but they couldn't utter a single word.

Go up?

Let alone going up there, even if you asked them to kneel down and kowtow, they wouldn't dare utter a single complaint.

The existence of three layers shining simultaneously was beyond their comprehension.

Even if you search the entire sect, you probably won't find another person who can be recognized like this!

They just couldn't understand why Luo Fan, who was only at the first level of Qi Refining, could obtain such a heaven-defying opportunity!

"Junior Brother Luo..."

Xie Nantian took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he only uttered two words: "Congratulations."

"By sheer luck."

Luo Fan grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth, and returned the smile with his most dazzling one.

"..."

If this were just luck, he should have stepped down as the senior disciple of the sect long ago.

Xie Nantian increasingly felt that his and his companions' guesses were correct; this Junior Brother Luo was no ordinary person.

He has always kept his talents hidden, only revealing them now.

"Senior sister, we can go up now."

Luo Fan looked at Bai Jie and said.

A tender look flashed in Bai Jie's eyes, and she nodded in response, "Mm."

She turned and stepped onto the stairs leading to the ninth floor, her figure disappearing into the light.

Luo Fan also stepped forward.

Tenth floor, eleventh floor, twelfth floor...

Three staircases extended down simultaneously, laying a three-colored light path beneath his feet, allowing him to choose whichever he preferred.

Luo Fan first stepped onto the tenth floor of the stairs, and his figure rose up with it.

Below, everyone looked up, their eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

Envy, jealousy, shock, awe, fear... and so on.

Xiong Chumo finally came to her senses, glanced at Lu Qingdai, and said, "Senior Sister, let's go too."

As the two stepped onto the seventh and eighth floors.

Xie Nantian, Chu Wuyai, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

To be born in the same era as such a monster is both a blessing and a curse.

They silently ascended their respective stairs, heading to their assigned floors.

Only the unchosen disciples remained on the first floor, staring at the empty sword monument…

He looked up at the figure that had long since disappeared, and remained lost in thought for a long time.

"We have witnessed the birth of a legend."

"It's more than just a legend, it's a miracle."

"From now on, the world around Peach Blossom Temple is about to change completely."

Everyone fell silent.

With three layers shining brightly, such an existence is destined to stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

And they were fortunate enough to witness a miracle.

After a moment of reflection, the group composed themselves and sat cross-legged in front of the first-level sword monument.

The tower fell silent again, with only faint fluctuations of spiritual energy flowing through the air.

A disciple closed his eyes and concentrated. As soon as his consciousness touched the sword monument, he felt a cool sensation surge into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as he was about to savor the sensation, the coolness suddenly turned into a faint, almost imperceptible restlessness.

He frowned, assuming it was just his own distraction, and didn't pay it any mind.

Not far away.

Another disciple had beads of sweat on his forehead.

What he saw was not the inheritance of swordsmanship, but a blurry picture.

A blood-red sky, a broken immortal sword, and a figure with his back to all living beings, exuding overwhelming demonic energy.

"Is this... a demon in my heart?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

Looking around, everyone else was engrossed in their contemplation and showed no unusual behavior.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it..."

He shook his head, closed his eyes again, and attributed the image to his own excessive distracting thoughts.

No one noticed that within the patterns on the sword monument, a wisp of black energy thinner than a hair was wriggling.

It did not emit any aura, nor did it cause any fluctuations in spiritual energy.

It silently seeped into their brows, and then remained still.