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

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The morning bell tolled, urgent and heavy, echoing above the Peach Blossom Temple.

Luo Fan pushed open the door of the alchemy room, walked into the courtyard, and frowned slightly.

This is the sound of the bell summoning the inner sect elders.

Is something big happening in the sect?

As he was thinking, he heard footsteps outside the courtyard.

Zhang Tie jogged in, looking somewhat hurried.

"Senior Brother Luo!"

"Junior Brother Zhang."

Luo Fan went to meet him, "Do you know what happened?"

Zhang Tie took a breath and lowered his voice, "Early this morning, people from the Zhengyang Sect came."

"The Zhengyang Sect?"

Luo Fan raised an eyebrow.

The Zhengyang Sect, which replaced the Peach Blossom Temple as the head of the three sects?

Since Peach Blossom Temple fell out of the ranks of the three major sects, it has had little contact with the Xuantian Sect and the Qingyun Sect.

Moreover, the Zhengyang Sect didn't have much interaction with them to begin with.

What do they want to do by jumping out at this time?

Zhang Tie continued, "A few disciples came, and after they left, the sect leader had someone ring the bell."

Luo Fan nodded.

"Junior brothers, these are the pills for you."

He handed over a storage bag.

Zhang Tie took it, grinned, and said, "Senior brother is always the most straightforward!"

"Oh, right."

He lowered his voice, "I heard that the Zhengyang Sect's visit this time seems to be related to some kind of Four Sects Martial Arts Tournament."

"Martial arts skills?"

"I don't know the specifics, but it's quite a large-scale operation."

Zhang Tie waved his hand, "I have to hurry back; the outer gate has heard the news too."

Thank you for your trouble.

After Zhang Tie left, Luo Fan stood there, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Zhengyang Sect...

At this critical juncture, it's probably not a good thing.

The Sect Leader's Hall.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Yunxi sat upright in the main seat, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the people below.

Liu Linglong, Gao Yi, Qingxiao Shangren, Qian Butong, Leng Yue... all the elders from the inner sect peaks have arrived.

"Gentlemen,"

Yunxi spoke, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"I have summoned you all today for two matters."

Inside the hall, you could hear a pin drop.

"Firstly, the sect competition will be moved up; I have decided to hold it three days later."

As soon as he finished speaking, many elders were slightly taken aback.

Secondly,

Yunxi continued, "Today, the Zhengyang Sect, under the pretext of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, has invited our sect to participate in the Four Sects Martial Arts Tournament."

"To exorcise demons and uphold justice?"

Gao Yi frowned. "Sect Leader, does this title have another meaning?"

He was worried that the Zhengyang Sect might also have encountered demonic cultivators from the Soul-Slaying Hall.

After all, their Peach Blossom Temple had just been taken advantage of by a demon, and the Hall of Affairs not only lost an elite disciple, but his eldest disciple also almost lost his life.

"It exists, but it may not be what you think."

Yunxi frowned. "They probably want to use the martial arts competition to suppress our three sects and show off their Zhengyang Sect's status as the number one sect in the immortal world."

The expressions on everyone's faces were not good.

Qingyun Sect, Xuantian Sect, and Peach Blossom Temple were once ranked as the three major sects.

Now that Peach Blossom Temple has fallen out of power, the Zhengyang Sect has risen to power.

This martial arts competition is clearly intended to put them down.

"Sect Leader, what are the rules for the martial arts competition?"

Gao Yi asked.

"Each of the four sects will send ten disciples to the Zhengyang Sect. The winner will receive a generous gift prepared by the Zhengyang Sect."

Yunxi added, "The loser is just letting the Zhengyang Sect have one more moment of glory."

"So, how do we choose from these ten people?"

Gao Yi asked the key question.

A glint of light flashed in Yunxi's eyes.

"Three days later, the sect's grand competition will be held. All inner disciples will be allowed to enter the Sword Tomb Secret Realm."

"Sword Tomb?"

Many elders' expressions changed slightly.

The Sword Tomb is a forbidden area of ​​the Peach Blossom Temple, where the sword intent and legacy of powerful figures from past generations are buried.

"Enter the Sword Tomb and obtain the inheritance by chance."

Yunxi slowly said, "The ten people with the highest chances will be selected for this martial arts competition."

Gao Yi nodded to himself.

This is a good method.

There will be no life-or-death struggle, no damage to harmony; it depends on the disciple's own understanding and luck.

Those who are fortunate enough to have great opportunities must be people with excellent character, aptitude, and luck.

"Sect Leader."

A shrill voice rang out.

He is Elder Dantang, Master Qingxiao.

He stroked his goatee and said slowly.

"So, does that mean Luo Fan from Danfeng can also participate?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Liu Linglong narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Qian Butong snorted coldly.

Master Qingxiao seemed not to have seen it and continued speaking.

"Although Luo Fan is an inner disciple, it is common knowledge that his cultivation level is low."

As for alchemy, well, he can't even master the most basic fire-igniting technique.

"Wouldn't it be a waste of a spot to let him into the Sword Tomb?"

After he finished speaking, many elders nodded in agreement.

The Sword Tomb Secret Realm consumes a huge amount of resources each time it is opened.

Giving a person who is universally recognized as useless is indeed a waste.

Liu Linglong smiled.

She didn't look at Qingxiao, but at Yunxi, her voice languid yet sharp.

"Luo Fan is an inner disciple and a direct descendant of Danfeng, so he naturally falls within the requirements."

"What, Senior Brother Qingxiao, do you have any objections to the sect leader's order?"

Qingxiao's face darkened. "Junior Sister Liu, I'm merely stating the facts!"

"Luo Fan has been a disciple for twenty years, but he hasn't even broken through to the second level of Qi Refining, and his alchemy skills are a complete mess!"

"With such qualifications, is he even worthy of entering the Sword Tomb?"

"Any random outer disciple in our sect is stronger than him!"

He spoke without any politeness.

Qian Butong slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair. "Qingxiao the Bald! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Qingxiao Shangren's face darkened. "Qian Butong! Who are you calling bald?!"

"I'm talking about you!"

Qian Butong stood up and pointed at Qingxiao's nose.

"So what if it's Luo Fan? Who gives you the right to spout nonsense? Who do you think you are, the sect leader or something?"

"you!"

Qingxiao was so angry his beard trembled. "Qian Butong, as the head of the Weapon Peak, you were fooled by a junior with fake pills, and you don't even know it!"

"That kid clearly bought the Mind-Clearing Pill from the market! Do you really think he has the ability to refine it himself?"

Qian Butong laughed angrily, "I do what I want! It's none of your business!"

"But it's you!"

He took a step forward, exuding an imposing aura.

"Isn't it just that Brother Li didn't give you face back then and didn't refine that batch of Breakthrough Pills for you?"

"You've held a grudge for so long that you can't even tolerate his only disciple?"

"With such a narrow mind, how dare he be an elder of the Pill Hall?"

Qingxiao's face turned ashen. "You're talking nonsense!"

Liu Linglong spoke again at this moment, her voice languid, yet every word was piercing.

"Senior Brother Qingxiao, whether Luo Fan can refine pills or not, whether he has the ability or not, is not up to you to decide."

"But you, senior brother..."

"Are you targeting a junior like this because you're afraid he might actually achieve something and embarrass you?"

Qingxiao frowned as he looked at Liu Linglong, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Junior Sister Liu! You and Qian Butong are working together to protect Luo Fan. Could it be that that kid is offering you some kind of benefit?"

That's a very unpleasant way to put it.

Liu Linglong smiled.

She stood up, her purple dress fluttering even without wind.

His aura, that of a sixth-level Golden Core cultivator, spread out without any attempt to conceal it.

"So what if it is?"

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her phoenix eyes.

"To be honest, I just like that little guy."

"Luo Fan, I'll protect him."

"If you want to touch him, you'll have to get past me first."

"If anyone disagrees, then let's have a fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted.

Qingxiao's face turned pale, and he was speechless under the pressure of that aura.

"You...you're supposed to be a sect elder, how can you protect a piece of trash like this? What kind of behavior is this!"

Liu Linglong raised her red lips slightly and uttered a few words.

"A feast for the eyes, and the craftsmanship is superb."

Is that enough?

Everyone: "..."

Qian Butong almost couldn't help but laugh.

Qingxiao's old face turned a deep purplish-red as he pointed at Liu Linglong, his fingers trembling.

That's enough.

From the seat of honor, Yunxi finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone.

He looked at Liu Linglong, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, then looked at Qingxiao, his gaze calm.

"There's no need to argue about Luo Fan's matter anymore."

"The Sword Tomb will open in three days, and all inner disciples will be allowed to enter."

"If Luo Fan can make it into the top ten, the Qi Condensation Pill assessment will be waived."

"If not..."

She paused, looked around at everyone, and said, "I will expel him from the sect in accordance with the sect rules."

Qingxiao wanted to say something more.

But seeing Yunxi's gaze, he ultimately held back, gave a cold snort, and sat down.

"If there are no objections, then let's disperse."

"Junior Sister Liu, please stay."

The elders rose and left one after another.

Before leaving, Qian Butong grinned at Qingxiao, which made the latter so angry that he almost jumped up again.

Inside the main hall, only Yunxi and Liu Linglong remained.

"Junior sister, what am I supposed to say about you?"

Yunxi rubbed her temples. "You were so outspoken just now, aren't you afraid people will think what you'll mean?"

"Go ahead and think about it."

Liu Linglong said nonchalantly, "Anyway, that little rascal has already taken advantage of me, so what's there to be afraid of?"

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and swayed her jade-like feet back and forth.

Fairy Yunxi chuckled and shook her head. "Tell me, what happened to you?"

"What...what happened?"

Liu Linglong blushed slightly, not daring to look Yunxi in the eye.

Yunxi rolled her eyes. "You little brat, I'm not blind. Why don't you just tell the truth?"

The moment Liu Linglong arrived at the main hall, she noticed that the girl seemed to walk somewhat awkwardly.

Looking at Yunxi's scrutinizing gaze, she dared not raise her head any further, her pretty face growing even redder.

"It's nothing."

She pouted. "I just tested that little rascal last night."

"so?"

Yunxi gave a half-smile, "You got hit?"

"I……!"

She snorted, "I was only letting him have his way. If I hadn't suppressed my strength, he wouldn't have been able to hurt me."

puff!

Yunxi couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Liu Linglong's embarrassment and annoyance, she suppressed her smile and cleared her throat.

"I'm curious, how did you get spanked? How about... you reenact it?"

After saying that, she winked at Liu Linglong.

Liu Linglong rolled her eyes.

My senior sister is indeed a fairy with a teapot!