Lu Xue'er watched as Xiao Feng took the pills from the table, then stomped her foot angrily, saying, "Just eat them. I don't believe those pills have no side effects."

Xiao Feng only left her with his back view before returning to his courtyard with the pills.

To prevent the sect leader and other disciples from coming to find him, he specially arranged for people to stand guard at the entrance.

The worst thing for someone to disturb you during seclusion is to be disturbed, otherwise it may damage the foundation of your cultivation or even cause you to suffer a qi deviation.

Xiao Feng opened the door a crack and saw people standing straight at the doorway. He knew that no one would come looking for him anytime soon.

Since that's the case, there's no need for him to waste time, so he simply locked the door.

Having made ample preparations, he sat cross-legged on the bed and swallowed all ten Spirit-Boosting Pills he had prepared in advance.

This was the first time he had ever taken a pill, and he was extremely nervous, fearing that the spirit-boosting pill he had refined would not be effective.

In just two breaths, the Spirit-Assisting Pill took effect as intended, and strands of spiritual energy flowed from his abdomen into his limbs and bones, giving him a feeling that he had to expel it.

Xiao Feng sensed his spiritual power rising layer by layer, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

He hadn't expected the Spirit-Boosting Pill to have such an effect, allowing him to effortlessly achieve such a rapid increase in power.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a sound of leather tearing came from inside the room.

Xiao Feng felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, which made him glance at his arm and find that there was a large gash on it.

In an instant, he realized that the spiritual energy in his body was saturated.

If he continues to absorb the spiritual energy from the Spirit-Boosting Pill, his body is very likely to burst open like a fully inflated balloon.

Xiao Feng realized this and contracted all his spiritual power, pressing it firmly against his abdomen in an attempt to suppress the spiritual power of the Spirit Aid Pill.

However, the spiritual power of the Spirit-Assisting Pill was not something a cultivator like him could suppress.

Soon, another tearing sound rang out, causing him to involuntarily glance at his calf, where a terrible wound had also appeared.

Xiao Feng's eyes widened, and he roared inwardly, "Stop it now! I don't need that much spiritual power!"

Unfortunately, the Spirit-Assisting Pill couldn't do much about that. Strands of extremely pure spiritual energy appeared, filling his already saturated body.

In an instant, Xiao Feng became completely dejected, knowing that he had a very high chance of dying here.

He would likely become the first disciple of the Azure Sect to die from overdosing on pills, which would be quite embarrassing if word got out.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Xiao Feng inexplicably felt that the spiritual energy in his body was becoming smoother and smoother, and the swelling pain he had just felt was gradually dissipating, which left him completely puzzled.

Suddenly, he sensed a bit of his own strength and discovered that his strength had actually dropped to that of a first-level cultivator.

In an instant, he understood. The system had balanced the spiritual energy within his body, giving him ample space to absorb all the spiritual energy of the Spirit Aid Pill.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You've escaped with your life, haha!"

Since there was ample space within his body, Xiao Feng naturally felt at ease absorbing the spiritual energy brought by the Spirit Aid Pill.

In just one hour, Xiao Feng opened his eyes again and found that his Qingzong Qi Refining Technique had actually broken through to the late stage of the third level.

If the sect leader knew that he had made such rapid progress in the Azure Sect's Qi Refining Technique, he would surely be astonished.

Since there were still guards at the door, Xiao Feng did not rest in the room but hurried to the door.

Those around him saw Xiao Feng emerge from inside looking radiant and couldn't help but glance at him, their brows furrowing slightly: "A first-level cultivator?"

In the eyes of ordinary disciples, even if pills cannot improve strength, they should not cause strength to regress to this extent.

Seeing the surprised looks on the faces of those around him, Xiao Feng quickly explained, "I just absorbed a pill, and my spiritual power is not full, so you can only sense my first-level strength."

After receiving his explanation, those around him naturally felt relieved.

Knowing that Xiao Feng needed to rest, he quickly pointed inside the house and said, "Then go back and rest well, I won't bother you anymore."

Since Xiao Feng had no way to defend his strength, he readily agreed and returned to his room.

At this moment, the sect leader and the elders were having a meeting in the council hall.

The sect leader glanced at the elders present: "The time for disciples to go down the mountain for training once every ten years is approaching. Do your personal disciples have the ability in this regard?"

The elders exchanged glances, their faces full of confidence: "Of course, our disciples are all carefully selected and capable of handling things independently."

The sect leader confirmed that all elders and disciples could lead their teams down the mountain to complete the tasks assigned by the sect, and immediately began discussing the specifics of the tasks.

Because some of the elders' direct disciples were not careful with their words, the information had already begun to spread within the Qing Sect.

Several disciples stood at the entrance of Xiao Feng's courtyard, pointing at him inside: "What do you think, should Xiao Feng participate in this training trip down the mountain?"

"As our sect leader's personal disciple, it would be more than just a loss of face for Xiao Feng if he didn't participate in this training trip down the mountain."

Xiao Feng, sitting in the courtyard, heard their discussion and muttered to himself, "Going down the mountain for training?"

He had never heard of such an event in the sect before, and had no idea whether the sect leader would arrange for him to go out.

Just then, a man with a smile on his face walked in through the door and stood in front of Xiao Feng: "Buddy, I'm sure you heard their discussion, right?"

Xiao Feng nodded subtly: "I just heard from them that I'm supposedly the one leading the team."

Seeing that Xiao Feng's information was not readily available, people in the sect understood that they were unwilling to deal with him.

He was once just an insignificant disciple of the Qing Sect, but now he has transformed into the sect leader's personal disciple, which inevitably makes some people jealous.

In such an environment of jealousy, how could anyone possibly tell the truth about their experience of going down the mountain for training?

The reason why they chose to come to Xiao Feng's courtyard now was to tell him the truth about going down the mountain for training in advance, so as not to catch him off guard.

A group of smiling men approached Xiao Feng and said, "Good buddy, you can't let me get picked by those people, or I'll be in big trouble."

In the Qing Sect, almost everyone knew that the person standing nearby was the one following behind Xiao Feng.

If someone else were to choose him, he would likely become cannon fodder.

Looking at the worried faces around him, Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "If I have the chance to choose someone, I will definitely choose you. As for the other disciples... that's a bit troublesome."

He had almost no connections in the Qing Sect, and it was believed that no disciple would be willing to follow him.