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

"Junior Sister Leng...!"

Qian Butong's voice softened slightly, tinged with a hint of shyness, "You're here too?"

He took two steps forward, his gaze lingering affectionately on Leng Yue's face and body.

The final image focuses on her meticulously styled, flowing hair bun.

"Junior sister, your hairstyle today..."

Leng Yue felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, and her anger intensified.

But for some reason, under his unusually gentle gaze...

My face is actually getting a little hot?

She suppressed the urge to thrust her sword forward and coldly asked, "How about my hairstyle?"

Qian Butong took a deep breath, as if using up all the praise he had in his life.

He spoke with utmost seriousness and sincerity.

"The plate... is really unique."

"The curves, the lines, and the full contours..."

"It looks exactly like that purple-gold dragon-patterned forging cauldron that I failed to forge in my early years, and which could only be used as a chamber pot!"

"Especially that whorl on top, it's exactly the same! Junior sister, you truly are...exceptionally gifted!"

boom--!!!

collapse!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Veins bulging on his forehead!

Leng Yue's rationality completely collapsed.

"I kill you--!!!"

A flash of sword light appeared, aimed straight at Qian Butong's face!

"Junior Sister Leng, please calm down!"

"Junior Brother Qian, get out of the way!"

"stop!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Elder Liu Linglong of Medicine Peak hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to mediate, and said gently, "Senior Brother Qian, Junior Sister Leng, you are all fellow disciples, why bother..."

"Junior Sister Liu!"

While frantically dodging Leng Yue's sword light, Qian Butong managed to glance at Liu Linglong amidst his busy work and shouted loudly.

"Don't come any closer! This dress of yours is awful! It makes your face look so yellow! Like you've been poisoned!"

Liu Linglong: "...?"

She looked down at her most beloved spirit dress, woven from century-old jade silk, and then touched her face.

The smile slowly faded.

Her hand reached for her storage bag.

—It was filled with all sorts of medicinal powders with unusual effects.

"Senior Brother Qian! You should say less!"

Kong Lingfei couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to try and pull Qian Butong away.

"Junior Brother Kong!"

Qian Butong looked at him, his eyes lighting up again.

"You've come at the perfect time! I was just about to ask you about that... what was that thing you asked me to refine for you last time?"

"Oh right, how's the miniature vibration gadget working?"

"Is the force enough?"

"Do you need me to adjust the frequency for you?"

Kong Lingfei: "!!!"

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, then flushed bright red.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I... I didn't!"

He looked around in a panic and found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

Especially the female elders…

It’s over.

It's all over.

His lifelong reputation...

"Master! Master, please stop!"

Xiong Chumo snapped out of her daze, feeling both ashamed and anxious, and tried to step forward to cover her master's mouth.

"Chu Mo!"

When Qian Butong saw his beloved disciple, his eyes became even more loving.

"My dear disciple, don't stop your master! I'm exceptionally clear-headed today, and I see everything very clearly!"

He pointed to the thin silver chain on Xiong Chumo's right leg and spoke earnestly.

"Look at you, a girl like you, always hanging a string of hammers and chisels on your legs, what kind of behavior is that?"

"If you didn't know you were Senior Sister Qifeng, you'd be mistaken for an apprentice at some blacksmith's shop!"

He glanced at Xiong Chumo's white soft leather boots again and shook his head.

"And these boots, white doesn't keep up with dirt. You go in and out of the weapon-refining workshop, your feet are covered in charcoal ash and iron slag, how hard are they to wash!"

"Next time, Master will forge you a pair of Xuan Iron combat boots. I guarantee they'll be sturdy, durable, and even heat-resistant!"

Xiong Chumo: "..."

She looked at her master's sincere face, then at the elders around her, their expressions a mixture of wanting to laugh but holding back, wanting to be angry but finding it absurd...

She wanted to die.

She just wants to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Behind the artificial hill in the distance.

Luo Fan had already covered his mouth tightly.

He squatted on the ground, his shoulders shaking wildly, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

She dared not make a sound, her face turning bright red.

Absolutely!

It's amazing!

Map-wide attack! Indiscriminate attack! Precisely targeting landmines!

Elder Qian, you are truly my dear brother!

These side effects... are amazing!

The square was in complete chaos.

Leng Yue pursued Qian Butong.

Liu Linglong is preparing medicine.

Kong Lingfei was frantically trying to defend himself.

Elder Qingxiao of the Dan Hall was covering his head, stamping his feet, and shouting in a fit of impotent rage.

Xiong Chumo was trying to hold onto her master.

The elders who arrived later were caught in a dilemma: whether to stop them or not.

Only Fairy Yunxi remained standing in the same spot.

The smile on her face had vanished, replaced by a somber expression, her phoenix eyes calmly observing the farce.

But beneath that calm, a storm is brewing.

Finally, after Qian Butong dodged and said to another elder who was trying to mediate, "You have a piece of vegetable stuck in your teeth from this morning..."

Fairy Yunxi slowly raised her hand.

With a gentle wave.

A gentle yet irresistible spiritual force rippled outwards, separating the pursuing cold moon.

Money is not flowing freely as people flee in terror.

Everyone in the room looked at the sect leader.

Fairy Yunxi glanced at Qian Butong, whose face was bruised and swollen, a strand of hair had been cut off by the sword energy, his Taoist robe was torn in several places, and he was still sticking his neck out.

He then glanced at the ashen-faced Master Qingxiao.

The cold moon, its pretty face radiating murderous intent.

Liu Linglong prepares medicine with a blank expression.

Kong Lingfei's face was ashen.

Xiong Chumo was filled with shame and indignation.

And a group of elders with varying expressions.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

Elder Qian.

"Considering you have just recovered from serious injuries, you seem to be still not quite lucid."

Yunxi paused, turned her gaze to Qingxiao, Lengyue, Liu Linglong, Kong Lingfei and others, and added in a flat tone.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters."

"When sparring among fellow disciples, let's stop when we've reached the point of victory."

"Be careful not to overdo it, just try to bring him to his senses, and don't kill him."

She spoke those three words so casually, yet everyone understood their meaning.

"I will obey the sect leader's command!"

Leng Yue was the first to respond, her beautiful eyes flashing with a cold light as she drew her sword and charged forward.

"The sect leader is wise!"

With a flick of her jade-like hand, Liu Linglong scattered a cloud of colorful medicinal powder.

"I'll help too!"

Master Qingxiao finally found an outlet for his anger, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, focusing his attack on Qian Butong's head.

"Senior Brother Qian, I'm so sorry!"

Kong Lingfei and the others exchanged glances and reluctantly joined the "mediation" team.

He was very gentle with his hands, but he targeted Qian Butong's mouth, aiming to knock out his old teeth without hesitation.

"Hey! Are you serious?!"

"You bald guy, don't touch my hair! You're just jealous!"

"Junior Sister Leng, please spare my sword! No woman is wanted if she's not gentle!"

"Junior Sister Liu, what is that thing?! Achoo!"

"Kong Lingfei, you're using your position for personal revenge! Agh—!!!"

Qian Butong's screams and angry curses once again echoed across the square.

This time, it was more intense and more devastating.

Xiong Chumo stood aside, wanting to stop him but not daring to, stamping her feet in frustration.

What's wrong with Master?!

Possessed by an evil spirit?!

Luo Fan, standing behind the artificial hill in the distance, almost laughed so hard he rolled on the ground, but was afraid of being discovered.

They could only endure it desperately, savoring the pleasure amidst the extreme pain.

This friendly sparring match between fellow disciples lasted for the full time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Until Qian Butong was beaten to the ground, groaning and barely able to move.

The elders, still feeling unsatisfied, reluctantly stopped.

"snort!"

Leng Yue sheathed his sword, not even glancing at Qian Butong on the ground, and turned to leave.

Liu Linglong clapped the powder off her hands, nodded gently to everyone, and then gracefully departed.

There was only a faint smile at the corner of her mouth?

She was happy.

Kong Lingfei glared at Qian Butong and stormed off, his back view looking rather flustered.

Master Qingxiao touched his bald head, which had been shaved off by the chaos, and left, clutching his chest.

They all followed Yunxi back to the entrance of the main hall.

In the distance, Luo Fan, who was hiding, seemed to see Yun Xi's slightly upturned red lips.

He could roughly read two words by reading their mouth movements.

That was awesome!