In the final chaotic battle, all forces suffered heavy casualties. Half of the sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect perished, but the remaining swordsmen's swordsmanship and willpower were greatly honed, and their swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds in the battle.

In the second competition, Ye Liusha emerged as a dark horse. As soon as he entered, he parted ways with his fellow disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. With his dark and thin body carrying an ordinary longsword, he left without looking back.

"Uncle-Master, are we just going to let Junior Brother Ye leave like this?"

"Let him be! He's used to being alone." Fighting on the edge of life and death, being with them would only hinder his combat effectiveness.

"I hope Junior Brother Ye will be listed on the Heavenly Ranking."

"Yes, they will." These single-minded swordsmen of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had a blind confidence in Ye Liusha.

Ye Liusha did not disappoint everyone's expectations. With his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he successfully raised his ranking to thirty-second place. Although this ranking is not very high, it is just as speechless as Xiu Qiyu's, considering his age and cultivation level.

Night Sands patiently lay in ambush in the shadows, waiting for his prey to fall into his battle circle before launching a deadly attack without mercy.

Night Sands' sword is a killing sword. It is based on the Myriad Swords Sect's Myriad Annihilation Sword Technique and is a self-created technique. All its moves are designed to kill alien races more quickly, without any superfluous movements.

Trading injury for injury, life for life, even the alien races couldn't help but tremble in fear. Where did this monster come from? Ye Liusha's body was constantly injured, and when he ran out of pills, he would steal them, or rather, borrow them.

Those who initially refused to lend the pills were eventually intimidated by his imposing presence and obediently handed them over. Ye Liusha only selected pills that were useful to him, throwing away the useless ones directly. It was precisely because of this that he did not provoke public outrage.

Of course, Ye Liusha would also inquire about the whereabouts of the alchemists in the Pill King Palace, as they should have top-grade pills that could heal his internal injuries.

Indeed, Ye Liusha, who had killed more than thirty alien races, was seriously injured. Of course, even with such serious injuries, it did not prevent him from killing all those who came to kill him, eliminating them completely. In Ye Liusha's eyes, there was no concept of mercy.

Zishu collected many high-grade spiritual herbs and, on a whim, went to challenge a Nascent Soul stage alien race. In the end, both sides were injured. After taking some pills, Zishu recovered quickly and went to challenge again. The alien race had no choice but to fight back, but his injuries had not fully healed.

After the fierce battle, the alien's injuries worsened, and Zishu, being small, didn't gain any advantage either. Upon returning, Zishu continued taking his drugs and energetically challenged the alien again. The alien, enraged, unleashed almost all of his power, and Zishu followed suit, resulting in a draw. However, Zishu gained a great deal.

When Zishu stood unharmed before the alien race for the fifth time, the usually lawless alien race simply ran away. If this dragged on any longer, he would surely die. This human had some kind of constitution that made him even more resilient than the alien race, which greatly frustrated the alien race. Little did they know that Zishu was actually a high-level alchemist, and taking drugs was his specialty.

The alien race was fleeing for their lives, and Zishu couldn't catch up, so he had to look for the next target.

Next, Zishu found five more alien races. Three of them were nearly driven mad by him and ran away. One was unlucky and was stopped by Taishang, dying under Zishu's sword. The last one was killed by Zishu, who had broken through to the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

After that, Zishu went back to his old ways. When he encountered any human prodigies, he would reveal his identity and ask them to pass on a message to come and meet him if they met anyone from the Pill King Palace.

Then Zishu went to the secluded temporary cave he had found to practice his skills. The secret realm contained many precious high-grade spiritual herbs, all of excellent age and quality. Zishu had been itching to refine a few batches of pills for a long time.

Now that everything is almost ready, his little medicine shop can finally open for business.

"Is Senior Brother refining pills?"

“Yes, a seventh-grade Fire Cloud Pill,” Si Hao replied.

"Isn't it dangerous to refine pills in a secret realm? There will be pill tribulations, and you'll be discovered."

"Senior Brother must have thought this through long ago before making this choice."

"Alright! Hopefully, Senior Brother will have better luck and not attract too many people."

“That’s impossible.” Hua Rong pouted. “Didn’t you see how many people are injured, poisoned, and dying? Zishu Danshi is their lifeline, so they’ll definitely come knocking. When the alien races see the humans making such a big move, they’ll gather here too.”

"So, a major war is about to break out."

"This was bound to happen sooner or later, and it has nothing to do with Senior Brother."

"Hua Rong is right. Senior Brother must have expected this as well. There's no need to worry too much."

As expected, Si Hao and Hua Rong were right. The cultivators in the secret realm were overjoyed when they saw the four-colored pill tribulation in mid-air. Their junior brothers/sisters/masters were saved! A four-colored pill tribulation meant a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage or higher, at least a high-level alchemist. Their luck was truly amazing. They had to hurry and not let others beat them to it.

"Looks like our senior brother is about to make a fortune."

"I'm afraid so." Alchemists are rare here, so even if Zishu asks for an exorbitant price, they have no choice but to accept it.

The alien races followed behind the humans, curious to see where so many humans were gathering and whether there was some kind of conspiracy. Zishu, this batch of pills had attracted quite a few people.

None of this affected Zishu's state of mind. He quickly and smoothly finished refining the Fire Cloud Pill and resolved the pill tribulation in no time. Dressed in white, Zishu, looking like an immortal, appeared before everyone.

"I am Zishu of the Pill King Hall. I have pills for sale. Three spiritual herbs of the same grade can be exchanged for one pill. If you are willing to offer five pills, we can customize pills. Limited to pills below the ninth grade."

Zishu explained the rules very clearly, so he wasn't worried about these people coming up to snatch the pills.

"These are the Fire Cloud Pills I just refined: one top-grade and two high-grade. Anyone interested?"

Soon, the pill was exchanged for by a fire-attribute cultivator. This guy was also very cautious. After getting the pill, he immediately swallowed the top-grade Fire Cloud Pill. Two hours later, he completely refined the Fire Cloud Pill, and his aura increased significantly. He was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through.

No one else cared; it was first come, first served. What if they were late and there were no pills left? They'd regret it then.

Thus, Zishu exchanged pills in one hand and spiritual herbs in the other, the exchange going quite smoothly. As for those arrogant individuals who mocked Zishu for taking advantage of others' misfortunes and making a fortune through dishonest means, Zishu's attitude was clear: Goodbye, his pills were not hard to sell.