Chu Mo lowered his eyes, flicked his finger to create a soundproof barrier, and then smiled.

"Brother Xuan's cooking skills are naturally beyond reproach."

Xuan Zhi laughed heartily, "It took me quite a bit of effort. I guarantee that after taking this pill, the person will be living a life of blissful ignorance, unable to remember anything except the people they've seen!"

He darted around with his eyes, then winked and asked, "Where is Brother Chu's confidante?"

Chu Mo's smile remained unchanged as he said, "Brother Xuan seems to be a little too concerned about my Daoist partner?"

Xuan Zhi was immediately speechless, like a rooster with its neck being choked.

Realizing his mistake, he quickly apologized, saying, "I was being presumptuous. Brother Chu, if you need anything in the future, please feel free to come to me!"

After saying that, he clutched his pounding heart and ran away.

Damn it!

Isn't Chu Mo at the Golden Core stage just like him?

Could there really be such a big difference between the mid-stage Golden Core and the Great Perfection of the Golden Core?

Chu Mo's oppressive aura just now almost made him kneel down on the spot!

He slapped himself as he walked, secretly hoping that Chu Mo wouldn't hold a grudge.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even know how he died!

Everyone says that Chu Mo, the disciple of the Yunyang Sect's leader, is gentle, kind, and the most approachable and amiable young master, the dream lover of countless female cultivators.

but……

How could a gentle and kind person give such a drug to their partner...?

Xuan Zhi became increasingly worried about his life, thinking that since he had already lost, he might as well just go back to the sect.

Chu Mo remained standing in the same spot, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist, looking in the direction Xuan Zhi had left, lost in thought.

Only when the jade pendant in his bosom began to emit a slight warmth did he remove his hand from the sword hilt and take out the jade pendant.

He glanced at the information on the jade pendant, and after a long while, a smile appeared on his face. He lightly tapped the words "accept the challenge".

...

Back at their lodgings, Qi Yu took the little white bird out of his arms and let it breathe.

Feng Xiao transformed into human form and silently helped her tidy her hair.

Qi Yu placed the jade pendant on the table and pondered it carefully.

It has only been less than an hour, and she has been selected three times, which is quite frequent.

She glanced at the leaderboard and saw that she still had the highest individual score.

Fortunately, the opponents were not particularly strong.

Qi Yu made a "hmm" sound, and suddenly a small flame appeared from her fingertips.

She looked at the silver-haired man beside her who was silently braiding her hair and asked, "Feng Xiao, is this Phoenix Spirit Fire related to you?"

"Xiaoyu calls it Phoenix Spirit Fire?" Feng Xiao paused.

"Hmm, because a fire phoenix will appear when it attacks."

Qi Yu flicked her finger, and the cluster of flames transformed into a small fire phoenix, which circled around the two of them once.

“The name Xiaoyu chose is very beautiful.” Feng Xiao smiled and said, “Xiaoyu’s Phoenix Spirit Fire is of the same origin as mine. It was shared with Xiaoyu through a symbiotic contract.”

"As expected..." Qi Yu suddenly realized.

"This flame will exhibit different states and functions depending on the host's characteristics. That is, my flame is white, while Xiaoyu's is red."

Feng Xiao also summoned a wisp of pale flame, flicked his hand, and the pale flame transformed into a magnificent white phoenix, chasing after the crimson fire phoenix.

Qi Yu's gaze was fixed on the two fiery phoenixes chasing each other, lost in thought.

"Senior Bai Shu said my fire is special; when used in alchemy, it can improve the quality of the pills..."

Feng Xiao thought for a moment and explained, "It's probably because when refining pills, the Phoenix Spirit Fire will quench the materials used to make the pills and remove the impurities, so the effect will be much better than that of ordinary flames."

"No wonder……"

The jade pendant on the table lit up again. Qi Yu glanced at it and saw that it belonged to a cultivator from a small sect he had never heard of. He then casually tidied himself up and went to accept the challenge.

For the next two weeks, Qi Yu hardly left the Martial Arts Hall.

If the jade pendant reacts, she will enter the secret realm to answer the challenge.

Since the jade pendant didn't react, she stood in the main hall observing the battles of the others.

Learning from others' experiences is never as effective as working in isolation; it leads to faster growth.

Fortunately, despite having played hundreds of matches, she has yet to lose.

Martial arts, alchemy, and beast fighting are all included.

Conversely, because Qi Yu's "spirit pets" were too fierce, there were several times when the opponents would almost immediately refuse to participate in the beast fighting competition as soon as they saw her name.

The same goes for alchemy; after all, she is a third-grade alchemist certified by the Pill Alliance, and there are practically no two who can surpass her.

Qi Yu didn't seem to care much.

Because in each type of competition, once only 300 people remain in the arena, the competition will be forced to begin between the two sides.

Refusing is tantamount to admitting defeat.

On the other hand...

Each time, the names of the two sides and their respective sects are projected onto that enormous water mirror. If it is just some unknown small sect, they can simply refuse without any shame, since their sect is no match for Qi Yu's Flying Star Sect anyway.

However, for some sects that have a certain reputation and care about their reputation, this is equivalent to being inferior in public.

What's the difference between this and being slapped by Qi Yu?

Even if you lose, you should lose with dignity!

They can't surrender without a fight!

Therefore, you don't need to worry about being rejected when you're matched with these people.

It's not to say that in the end, there wasn't a single person willing to fight her.

Qi Yu sat cross-legged on the seat that Liu Xing had brought for her, staring intently at the huge water mirror in front of her.

One hundred water mirrors, five categories of competitions, all kinds of cultivators, all kinds of cultivation paths, it's dazzling.

Meteor stood quietly behind her, also staring intently at the water mirror, silently observing the others' fight.

He only signed up for martial arts competitions, but since there are few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators who can defeat him, he is now in a similar situation to Qi Yu.

Nobody wanted to fight them.

So all we can do is wait for the number of people in the arena to be reduced to only three hundred.

"Hiss... This guy is ruthless, a real ruthless person."

Qi Yu couldn't help but sigh as he watched a cultivator sever his opponent's arm.

She picked up a piece of pastry from the small table in front of her, watched the armless man continue to resist stubbornly, couldn't bear to look away, and put the pastry in her mouth.

He paid no attention to the resentful glances coming from other places.

One of the cultivators who had previously been defeated by her pointed at her indignantly and muttered, "She's turned such a serious event as the sect competition into a party!"

"Tea and pastries...why don't we just eat here!"

"Exactly! They really treat the Martial Arts Hall like their own home!"

"Only the elders in the spectator stands have seats, but she had her lackey bring her a set of tables and chairs!"

The rustling voices reached Qi Yu's ears, but he paid them no heed.

Yunyang Sect didn't say we couldn't eat or sit here.

Moreover...

"What are you eating today, young friend Yu? May I have a taste?"