"...Inner disciple, third place, reward: 5,000 spirit stones, a mid-grade magic sword, and a three-day sect secret realm token."

Second place, eight thousand...

First place, 10,000, a high-grade magic sword, a sect's secret realm....."

After the disciples from the Luoshui Sect left during their last exchange program, the sect's rewards returned to normal.

However, these rewards were basically dispensable to Ye Feng.

He currently has approximately 300,000 spirit stones at his disposal.

I've accumulated quite a bit of money through trading over the past few months, exactly 100,000.

For others, the profit a shop makes is half the purchase price. After deducting shop rent and various miscellaneous expenses, what's left is only about one-tenth or one-twelfth.

But for Ye Feng, a full 70% of the sales revenue from the pills he refined himself became transaction points.

After deducting expenses, half of the spirit stones can be saved.

In the sect's market, when it comes to low-grade pills, practically no one can compete with him.

As their reputation grew, their business naturally improved as well.

They have a monthly turnover of tens of thousands, plus the occasional sale of high-grade pills under Li Qinghe's name.

Now, tens of thousands of spirit stones are almost nothing to him.

It's a bit of a shame that the system task wasn't triggered this time.

However, given my actual Foundation Establishment cultivation level, issuing another inner sect mission... is indeed a bit, well, excessive.

On the final battlefield, Ye Feng continued his attacks using water shields and water balls, and before anyone knew it, he had already won six matches.

All the senior inner disciples present fell silent.

Is such a water shield technique really something that can be mastered at the Qi Refining stage?

If it weren't for the purity of his magical power, which could be discerned at a glance, they would almost have thought he was a Foundation Establishment expert.

"I remember, this Ye Feng is Qing He's disciple?"

The Green Pine Immortal spoke to the Tomb Immortal,

After yesterday's events, many Golden Core cultivators lost interest in today's competition and spoke very little.

Hearing the sect leader's words, they finally looked seriously at Ye Feng's arena.

"Isn't this Ye Feng, the one with mixed spiritual roots?"

"I ask Jiang Jin, the master of Qingjian Peak, with a puzzled look in his eyes,"

Ding Xiu, standing behind him, nodded silently.

Having advanced to the sixth level of Qi Refining upon returning from the secret realm, he had already participated in the grand competition last year.

During the competition, he barely made it through one round, but was eliminated in the third round.

One's energy is limited, and it's impossible to attend to everything. Although he's almost at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he's not confident he can defeat the new disciples below.

Not to mention Ye Feng, who's like a tortoise-shaped turret...

"I heard this kid has a good talent for alchemy too. Qinghe, you've really struck gold!"

Even though Jiang Jin was very satisfied with Ding Xiu's performance, he had to admit that...

Ye Feng is also a genius.

Having been taken in as a disciple by Li Qinghe and receiving various elixirs, it's not surprising that he was able to advance to the late stage of Qi Refining.

The key point is that he was able to manage all aspects simultaneously.

A simple water ball technique and water shield technique, practiced to the point of being comparable to a sect's ultimate move.

But how could the energy consumption of a special move compare to that of the Water Ball Technique?

"Is Qinghe alright?"

Qingsong asked Muxue beside him,

"He's mostly recovered, he just needs to rest!"

Upon hearing this, Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief.

The sect only has about twenty alchemists.

Those who reach the pinnacle of level one, like Li Qinghe, are few and far between; you could count them on one hand.

They are even rarer than these Golden Core cultivators; the loss of any one of them would be unbearable.

Now her disciples are just as incredibly talented...

Qingsong had already silently decided that this time, no matter what, he should leave her one or two Foundation Establishment Fruits.

If we could help her raise her alchemy skills to level two, it would be a greater benefit to the sect...

"My magic is insufficient, I admit defeat!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he turned and left the stage.

He has now won six games in a row, while the others have only won five at most.

If this continues, one more win and I might become number one...

We've already made enough noise... let's know when to stop!

He continued to forfeit in the subsequent matches.

In the end, Ye Feng finished third in the competition with a record of six wins out of nine matches. The first and second place finishers both had seven wins.

The two had fought before, and it was quite easy to determine who was in front and who was behind.

The disciple who won first place felt a little embarrassed.

In his previous match against Ye Feng, he only lasted two minutes... yet he ended up winning first place while Ye Feng came in third.

The second-place winner only won by sheer luck because Ye Feng withdrew.

Both men looked at Ye Feng with a mixture of apprehension and respect.

A late-stage Qi Refining cultivator with such combat power,

Or were they disciples who entered the inner sect early and became apprentices at the peak?

It seems like advancing to Foundation Establishment is a certainty in the future, right?

...

After the grand competition, the initiation ceremony for inner disciples will take place.

The grand and spacious hall can accommodate over a thousand people.

At the stage where servants are promoted to disciples, aside from those who formally become apprentices, everyone else simply receives their rewards and leaves.

When it was the inner disciples' turn, the ceremony was obviously much more grand.

After the rewards were distributed,

First, they paid their respects to the ancestral tablets of the sect's founder, along with many Nascent Soul and Golden Core ancestors who had passed away.

"Our Qingyun Sect has existed for 2235 years since its founding. Through the efforts of many ancestors, we have overcome numerous difficulties and worked diligently..."

Having survived three major calamities and seven sect wars...

True Monarch Lianyue, mid-Nascent Soul stage, disciple of the sect's founder. In 537 AD, the Heavenly Demon Sect of the Upper Sect attacked our mountain gate.

After the sect's promising disciples had retreated, Patriarch Lianyue self-destructed the mountain-guarding formation, killing four Nascent Soul True Monarchs, dozens of Golden Core cultivators, and countless others at the Foundation Establishment stage...

"Great Tiger True Lord... From this day forward, the Beast Taming lineage of my Azure Cloud Sect has declined..."

It turns out that the Qingyun Sect has nearly been wiped out several times over the years...

As the sect leader recounted the events, Ye Feng seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Self-destruction of the mountain gate... Self-destruction of the Nascent Soul stage... Self-destruction of the Golden Core stage...

This educational method is acceptable, but even Ye Feng couldn't help feeling indignant, wanting to shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the sect.

The other disciples around them, upon hearing this, had bloodshot eyes and were filled with rage, wishing they could rush onto the battlefield.

"Our Qingyun Sect has gone through countless hardships to reach where we are today. From now on, you will all be the backbone of our sect. We hope that the next Nascent Soul True Monarch will be born among you!"

Now, let's begin the initiation ceremony!

The brainwashing is finally over...

As one of the top three in the competition, Ye Feng, standing at the very front, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As the three Foundation Establishment deacons brought out three scrolls, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a graceful figure standing next to True Person Muxue.

Qinghe!

Seeing Ye Feng's gaze, Li Qinghe couldn't help but give him a fist bump.

That brat, I told him not to show off, and he still got third place...

The bandaged wound reopened due to the muscle tension, and Li Qinghe, whose face was somewhat pale, couldn't help but frown.

Seeing the spots of crimson seeping from Li Qinghe's shoulder, Ye Feng clenched his fists tightly...