Ye Xiruo glanced at the accounts for the past six months and found that it was pretty much as Hua Rong had predicted. The sales for the first three days were over ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, and the sales for each day thereafter stabilized at around five thousand high-grade spirit stones. The profits over these six months made Ye Xiruo's eyes crinkle with joy.

I wonder if the Heavenly Ranking Competition will affect the restaurant's business, and when would be the best time to launch her Spirit Fruit Wine.

As if guessing Ye Xiruo's doubts, Xiu Qiyu explained, "Little Ye, don't worry. The Heavenly Ranking Competition is for the most outstanding talents on the continent. Ordinary people may pay attention, but they can't even get to that level. They're just following along."

So that's how it is; Ye Xiruo was relieved. The minimum requirement for the Heavenly Ranking Competition is being under two hundred years old and having a minimum cultivation level of Nascent Soul. Nascent Soul is just the lowest threshold; even if someone in the early or middle stages of Nascent Soul participates, they definitely won't go very far. Under absolute strength, any struggle will seem weak and futile.

For those who are passionate about martial arts, the Heavenly Ranking Competition is a great opportunity to challenge heroes from all walks of life and continuously improve themselves.

For those with weak minds, the terrifying death rate in each Heavenly Ranking competition is enough to make them back down.

For ordinary martial artists, it's just a spectacle to watch and see who will ultimately be listed on the Heavenly Ranking.

Two hundred years old, and Brother Xiu Qi is only sixteen. It feels like such a waste. The entire continent is so vast, and there are countless peerless geniuses. The cultivation time of Senior Brother and Brother Xiu Qi is indeed too short.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yezi." Xiu Qiyu was very confident in her own strength.

"I'll go with you."

Si Hao rolled his eyes at the two shameless scoundrels, finished his medicinal meal, and left, saying, "Remember to pay the bill."

"The petty-minded second senior brother."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Xiruo experienced both pain and joy during these three days. Si Hao indeed lived up to expectations; the pills she refined were of excellent quality and sold for a good price, totaling 30,000 high-grade spirit stones. Now, the inventory would be emptied.

"System, do you have any life-saving magical artifacts or elixirs? I'd like to exchange for some."

"You don't have enough permissions. The only thing you can redeem is something your partner can't use."

"Really not? Will you accept bribes?" If even spirit stones can't sway this greedy fellow, then there might really be no way to win him over.

"I accept, I accept." Fortunately, this guy's nature is still greedy.

Ye Xiruo spent 28,000 high-grade spirit stones to exchange for a set of black soft armor. It was impossible to tell what materials it was made of, but the fact that it could block the attacks of a Nascent Soul cultivator was enough.

They also exchanged for two universal antidote pills, a top-grade Great Rejuvenation Pill, and a life-saving pill. This life-saving pill can keep someone alive for three days, no matter how severe their injury, as long as it's under the condition of being saved. It's like freezing time for three days. Within these three days, they can try to save the person. If it's too late, they will still die.

Ye Xiruo had seen such a pill in the Emperor's notes before; it seemed to be a King-level pill, with a success rate depending on fate. Some people might not get one even after ten batches, while others might succeed on the first try.

Ye Xiruo couldn't care less about the spirit stones when it came to these life-saving items. She originally wanted to exchange for several more, but the system ruthlessly refused, not even offering double the price. These heaven-defying items would be unusable if it weren't for her relationship with Xiu Qiyu. Everything has its laws, and one cannot deviate from them, or great calamity will befall them.

Since the system had already said so, Ye Xiruo stopped insisting and carefully placed the pills she had exchanged into Xiu Qiyu's spatial ring. She also had Xiu Qiyu put on the soft armor.

"Little Leaf, you don't need to be so nervous."

How could she not be nervous? Ye Xiruo spun around in circles, wondering if she had forgotten something.

Xiu Qiyu pulled Ye Xiruo back and hugged her tightly: "Alright, calm down. If possible, I hope you won't leave the Pill King Palace. Your existence is much more important than mine."

The only divine master of the human race in a thousand years is currently at her weakest. As long as the alien races and demons are not out of their minds, they will not let go of the opportunity to destroy her. How can Xiu Qiyu feel at ease?

Ye Xiru blinked: "No, how could I possibly miss such a grand event?"

"I knew you'd say that. I suspect His Majesty might go with him."

"The Holy Maiden will also go." It's just unknown how well she has recovered.

"When the time comes, you must not leave His Majesty."

"I see."

Early on the third day, just after finishing her cultivation, Ye Xiruo heard the deep sound of the bell. She jumped down from the tree and walked straight to the main hall without stopping.

She was still halfway there when she met Brother Xiu Qi, who was on his way to find her: "Little Yezi, come with me."

"That bell?"

"This is a reminder to those who are going to compete for the top spots on the daily rankings to quickly gather at the Pill King Hall."

When they arrived at the Pill King Hall, a considerable number of people had already gathered there, most of whom they didn't recognize. They did recognize a few, however; the four young masters of Pill King City were all present, along with Senior Sister Su Su, dressed in a striking red outfit, with a cold and alluring face and a voluptuous figure. They still hadn't seen their master or senior brother. There were already fifty or sixty people in the main hall.

"These people can't all be going to participate in the competition, can they?"

"Of course not. Alchemists should make mistakes to broaden their horizons and handle some emergencies. Senior Brother and Master are exceptions."

"Oh, I see."

A moment later, the master, dressed in purple with an indifferent expression, appeared directly on the exquisite throne, and Zishu quietly stayed behind the master.

Then thirty people stood in the lower ranks. They all possessed extremely powerful auras and were all martial artists at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. There should also be some at the Divine Transformation realm. These should be the loyal followers that the Pill King Palace had cultivated over the years. It was just unknown how many of them would survive this battle.

"Is everyone here?"

"Greetings, Lord of the Palace."

"Your journey to the battlefield is fraught with uncertainty; take care of yourselves." Those who needed this warning had probably already been given one before they arrived, so Jing Li didn't bother to say anything more.

"Yes, Lord."

"I'll leave this to the two elders this time." Jing Li seemed to be speaking to the void, where there was nothing. However, soon, behind the throne, two blurry figures as deep as the ocean appeared. Just one glance at their aura gave people a strong sense of oppression.