The six Xuan-level and Huang-level alchemists were naturally very impressed with Ning Zhishui. The Xuan-level alchemist had witnessed with her own eyes the brilliance of Ning Zhishui when he completed the alchemy formula and explained it in detail on the day of the exchange meeting, and she was already impressed.
As for the yellow level, there is no need to say more. Feng Lai and Ren Muqing are both acquaintances and have no objection to Ning Zhishui's words. The other Chen Feng even looks at Ning Zhishui with admiration.
While Ning Zhishui was instructing these people, he did not forget to practice himself.
The first one is Lingquan. Changyin takes good care of her, and even the head of the sect is smiling and very warm to Ning Zhishui now, so the number of times she goes to Lingquan is maximized.
Ning Zhishui would only occasionally refine the weapon to keep the feel for it, and after refining it he would sell it on Wantong Fu. All the disciples in the sect joined the crazy rush to buy it.
Every time Ning Zhishui releases a new magical weapon, it will cause a scramble throughout the sect, and whoever gets it will show off proudly.
However, Ning Zhishui had said in advance that her magic weapons could not be maliciously snatched and then resold at a high price, so the disciples either snatched them if they really needed them or gave them away as gifts, so it was not considered a waste of them.
"Morning, Uncle Ning!"
"Good morning, Senior Sister Ning."
"Greetings to Uncle Ning."
"Junior Sister Ning, are you going out?"
On this day, Ning Zhishui was going to the market because she felt that she was about to reach the peak of the Gold-shaping Realm. In order to promote the breakthrough, she planned to refine a furnace of pills to assist.
The second reason is that today is the half-month period again. The eight people have arrived at the Alchemy Hall in the market town, and she has to go there to give them guidance.
As usual, when the disciples passing by saw Ning Zhishui, they all greeted him with smiles on their faces.
Ning Zhishui also smiled and nodded in response.
At this moment, she suddenly came face to face with a female cultivator.
When he saw him, he was stunned at first, then his face turned red, and his eyes looked around in confusion.
"Zeng Rong, right?" Ning Zhishui raised his eyebrows and spoke proactively.
When Ning Zhishui first entered the Xianlai Sect, he had some conflicts with Jiao Cheng because the other party had always wanted to worship the Great Elder as his master, but he was "preempted" by himself.
Later, Jiao Cheng's skills were inferior to others, so he could no longer act so arrogantly. He restrained his arrogance and never appeared in front of Ning Zhishui and the Great Elder again.
Junior Sister Zeng Rong had a crush on Jiao Cheng and had even come to vent her anger on him, claiming that she had snatched Jiao Cheng's position as the grand elder's closed disciple.
Ning Zhishui remembered very clearly that Zeng Rong fell to the ground because of Jiao Cheng that day, but Jiao Cheng turned around and ran away without paying any attention to Zeng Rong who was lying on the ground crying.
For this reason, I even gave her some advice.
"You, you remember me?" Zeng Rong's eyes widened.
She is very pretty, with fair skin, soft and light hair, small curls on her forehead, and wide-open eyes like a lovely bird.
"Why don't you remember?" Ning Zhishui looked around, "Where's your Senior Brother Jiao? Aren't you with him?"
In my impression, this little girl is a follower.
Zeng Rong was silent for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head, "I have nothing to do with him anymore."
"Oh...I see."
Ning Zhishui didn't say anything, just nodded and was about to leave.
Zeng Rong suddenly stopped in front of her and said, "Wait a moment."
"Hmm?" Ning Zhishui looked at her.
"I'm sorry for what happened before. I was stupid and ignorant at that time. Thank you for not making a fuss about it."
Zeng Rong lowered his head, his voice small, his ears red, "I thought about what you said that day, and I think you were right..."
Ning Zhishui looked at him amused and deliberately asked, "What did I say the other day? What did I say? Oh... I said the girl was pretty, but what she said was a little unpleasant to the ear."
Zeng Rong's face burned even hotter after he said this. "No, no... You said it wasn't his to begin with, so how can I say you 'stole' it? Also, you said that instead of chasing someone, it's better to put the energy into cultivation. You might gain more. I think you're right."
If Ning Zhishui hadn't exposed the truth, Zeng Rong might have continued to deceive himself.
But when I fell to the ground that day, Jiao Cheng left without even looking back. This behavior could not be explained by his indifference to me. It could even be said that he had no manners at all.
So for some reason, I felt so discouraged and couldn't muster the same enthusiasm as before.
Because of Ning Zhishui's words, Zeng Rong forced himself to focus on cultivation, and after trying it, he found that... it smells really good!
The same amount of time spent chasing men is useless, but spending it on cultivation will yield great results.
Moreover, her sudden diligence caught the attention of her master, who finally noticed her among many disciples and gave her a lot of guidance, which benefited her greatly.
At this time, Zeng Rong looked back on some things and found that his mood was completely different from a few months ago.
Interestingly, when she stopped following Jiao Cheng, Jiao Cheng became restless instead.
He approached her several times in a hesitant manner, but he still spoke in a pretentious manner, as if waiting for her to take the initiative to regain her previous enthusiasm.
But Zeng Rong just felt bored, as if the man in front of her had become ordinary and no longer radiated like before.
Later she realized that it was not the man before who shone, but her love that added a layer of light to him.
Without this, he is just an ordinary man.
After hearing this, Ning Zhishui just looked at Zeng Rong quietly for a while, until Zeng Rong became tense all over and his legs were shaking, then he smiled.
"Congratulations. I hope you can go further and further, leaving those who once looked down on you far behind."
Ning Zhishui patted Zeng Rong's shoulder and walked past her.
"Uncle Ning!" Zeng Rong suddenly called her.
Ning Zhishui looked back, puzzled.
"You can get first place in the Fairy Grass Conference, right?" Zeng Rong asked.
Ning Zhishui laughed, turned around and continued to walk out of the mountain gate, but a voice came over:
"certainly."
At this time, only Ning Zhishui's back could be seen. Her petite and slender figure was soon completely blocked by other tall male disciples.
But Zeng Rong still smiled brightly and cheerfully.
Just when Ning Zhishui was busy preparing for the Immortal Grass Conference, the news of the appearance of the Cold Rock Spirit Fire came like a gust of wind, alarming the entire world of immortal cultivation.
This is spiritual fire!
Those old spiritual fires all have owners and cannot be taken away. They will only disappear with the death of their owners.
How long has it been since the new spiritual fire appeared?
Although the spiritual fire itself also represents danger, the cultivation of immortals is full of dangers. Does it mean that we should stay at home, not go anywhere, and not seize any opportunities just because we value our lives?
In a short period of time, almost everyone in the cultivation world who had time and considered themselves capable rushed to the location of the Cold Rock Spiritual Fire. Many mercenary groups also received a mission with extremely high pay - to seize the spiritual fire!
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