The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Shen Yifei and Zhou Shouyi walked together toward the eastern entrance. The so-called entrance was just a closed gate, leaving only a narrow passage that was barely wide enough for one person.

There were about a dozen disciples of the Golden Crow Sect standing on both sides. Two tables were set up, and some people were sitting there collecting and registering gifts.

A long queue formed in front, with people from various sects and factions holding gift boxes and jade caskets. They were all kinds of fancy and colorful items.

Ahead of Shen Yifei was a fat Taoist priest, in the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, accompanied by four attendants. He carried a three-foot-long brocade box, inlaid with gold and jade, which was obviously worth a lot of money.

The fat Taoist priest glanced back at Shen Yifei, and seeing that his hands were empty, he curled his lip in disapproval.

Zhou Shouyi muttered under his breath behind Shen Yifei, "This fat guy is Zhao Ji, the sect leader of Xuantian Sect, who is notoriously stingy."

The fat Taoist priest seemed to have heard Zhou Shouyi's words. He turned around and glared at him, "Old man, if I were stingy, this young brother wouldn't even be able to get through the gates of the Golden Crow Sect empty-handed!"

After saying that, he spat on the ground.

Shen Yifei wasn't angry with him. He thought to himself, "If they won't let me in, I won't participate!"

Zhou Shouyi said from the side, "Young man, grab something to hold your head up. If you don't participate in the Alliance Conference, the Golden Crow Sect will definitely make things difficult for you in the future."

Shen Yifei thought so too. The Tianyan Sect had just been established and couldn't withstand the Jinwu Sect's meddling.

As he was pondering how to deal with this, Liu Mengli's voice rang in his mind.

"Master, have you forgotten? Didn't you refine three human pills from that old bastard Han Lie? You ate one, the little monster spat one out, and there's still one here with me. There's no use keeping this thing, so I'll give it to the Golden Crow Sect as a congratulatory gift to disgust them."

Shen Yifei almost burst out laughing when he heard Liu Mengli's idea.

This idea is a bit mean, but it's satisfying.

Han Lie is an elder of the Golden Crow Sect. If Lu Ya knew that Han Lie had refined an elder into a human pill and then sent it back to him as a congratulatory gift, he would vomit blood on the spot.

"Okay, this is it."

Liu Mengli returned to the cauldron and placed the human pill in her storage ring. Shen Yifei took it out and examined it between his fingertips.

This pill is dark and looks like an ordinary pill, but its quality is actually close to that of a top-grade pill.

He took out a small jade box from his storage ring, put the elixir inside, wrapped it with a piece of red silk, and tied it with a bow.

Zhou Shouyi was taken aback when he saw him suddenly produce a gift box. "Young man, didn't you say you didn't bring a gift?"

"I just remembered, there's a box of pills in my storage ring. It's been there for ages, I almost forgot about it."

Zhou Shouyi didn't think much of it, nodded, and continued to queue.

Hearing the commotion, the portly Taoist priest Zhao Ji turned around and glanced at the jade box in Shen Yifei's hand. He then curled his lip in disapproval.

"A small sect, unable to even afford a decent gift box, how shameful."

Shen Yifei didn't bother arguing with him and replied with a smile, "Sect Leader Zhao is right. Our small sect is very poor and can't compare to the Xuantian Sect, which is large and powerful."

Zhao Ji snorted and turned his head back.

Finally, it was Zhao Ji's turn. He placed the three-foot-long brocade box on the table and lifted the lid.

The people around gasped in surprise.

Inside was a ginseng plant, shaped like a miniature person, complete with arms and legs, and even facial features.

"A ten-thousand-year-old ginseng! This quality alone is worth at least 100,000 spirit stones!"

"The Xuantian Sect truly lives up to its name; their actions are extraordinary."

"Sect Leader Zhao is really going all out to bring out something like this."

As Zhao Ji listened to the surrounding discussions, his small eyes narrowed into slits.

The disciple carefully put away the ginseng, made a note in his notebook, and handed over a jade token with both hands. "Sect Master Zhao, your token is Grade A, Number Seven."

Zhao Ji took the number plate, glanced back at Shen Yifei, snorted, and swaggered inside.

It was Shen Yifei's turn.

The disciple who registered was a young man in the Nascent Soul stage. He looked up at him, then looked down at the jade box wrapped in red silk in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of disdain.

Which sect are you from?

"Tianyan Sect".

The disciple registering the disciples paused, looked up at him again, and said, "Tianyan Sect? Never heard of it."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of a newly established sect."

The disciple flipped through the register and found the page for the Tianyan Sect, which contained the record left by Zhu Fugui when he sent the invitation.

"Oh, you mean the sect that merged?" The disciple's tone was dismissive. "What about the congratulatory gift?"

Shen Yifei placed the jade box wrapped in red silk on the table.

The disciple lifted the red silk, opened the jade box, and saw the dark, unappetizing pill inside.

"What is this?"

"Top-grade elixir."

"Top-grade?" The disciple brought the pill to his nose and smelled it. An indescribable odor entered his nasal cavity. It was neither fragrant nor foul, but it was also a bit intoxicating.

He had never seen what a top-grade pill looked like, and its appearance certainly didn't seem top-grade, yet it evoked a strange sense of familiarity.

"Are you sure this is top-quality?"

"Genuine or genuine."

The disciple hesitated for a moment, then put the pill back in the jade box, wrote down "one top-grade pill" in his notebook, and then took out a jade token from under the table and handed it over.

Shen Yifei took the number plate and looked at it; it was Class C, number ninety-seven.

There are three levels: A, B, and C. Level C is number 97, which is estimated to be ranked low.

Zhou Shouyi followed behind him and also received a number plate, Class C, number ninety-six, the two of them one after the other.

Zhou Shouyi chuckled and said, "Young man, I must say, we're quite destined to meet."

Shen Yifei looked at Zhou Shouyi's sign and laughed, "Uncle Zhou, we're brothers in misfortune."

Zhou Shouyi stroked his goatee. "It's good enough to have a place to sit. Last time the Golden Crow Sect held a grand meeting, the Green Wood Sect didn't even get a seat and had to stand all day."

The two walked inside while talking.

The Golden Crow Sect's mountain gate was very imposing, with two stone lions several meters tall squatting at the entrance. When Shen Yifei passed by, they even bared their teeth at the two of them.

A straight bluestone path leads to the top of the mountain. Every hundred steps along the path stands a Golden Crow Sect disciple at the Nascent Soul stage, dressed in a uniform black Taoist robe embroidered with golden crows, with a long sword at his waist and eyes fixed straight ahead.

Shen Yifei followed the crowd forward, still thinking about the human pill. After handing it over, he felt that something was not right.

If the ordinary disciples of the Golden Crow Sect can't recognize him, would the elders with higher cultivation levels, or even the sect leader Lu Ya, recognize him?

He comforted himself, thinking that it looked like an ordinary pill, and he couldn't tell what the raw materials were. If he didn't know, he wouldn't be able to tell that it was made from human flesh.

The two walked to the end of the bluestone avenue, and suddenly a huge square opened up before them.

In the center of the square, there was a high platform with a black chair carved with a lifelike three-legged golden crow.

There was a row of chairs on each side of the platform, eight on the left and eight on the right, all made of rosewood with brocade cushions on the backs.

The chairs below the stage were arranged in rows, divided into two camps, one in front and one behind.

The entourage stood at the very back of the square, far from the platform.

Shen Yifei immediately understood: the person on stage was A, and the people off stage were B and C.

Each chair had a number on it, and he and Zhou Shouyi quickly found their seats.

In the last row, there are only two chairs, numbered 96 and 97.