"What happy thing happened to Elder Changyin? Why don't you share it with everyone?" Elder Xingcheng of Wanhua Sect asked with a smile, squinting his eyes.
"He seemed to be looking in the direction of Ning Tiancai just now," someone said immediately, "It seems he is very satisfied with his beloved disciple."
How could these people not know that Chang Yin likes Ning Zhishui?
Chang Yin had a disciple before, but they became estranged because of one incident. After that, he felt that he was not suitable to be a teacher, so in the years that followed, even though countless people came to him for help, he still refused.
I don’t know how many people have felt sorry about this, thinking that it is really a pity that such an excellent weapon refiner only has one apprentice.
However, even such a Chang Yin excitedly accepted a young disciple as his last disciple, and was extremely satisfied when he mentioned her outside.
Doesn't this show how special he is to Ning Zhishui?
In fact, these people don’t know that Chang Yin left Xianlai Sect a few days ago in order to find medicinal herbs for Ning Zhishui. If they knew, they would probably sigh at the importance of Ning Zhishui.
Hearing the jokes, Chang Yin just smiled and stroked his beard, "Of course I love my apprentice, don't you like your own apprentice?"
"Well, of course I like it."
"When we look at our own apprentices, we are always satisfied. Otherwise, why would we accept them?"
No matter what everyone actually thought, they all said so after hearing what he said.
Disciples, especially direct disciples, are supposed to inherit the mantle!
To be realistic, even if they are your own children, they may not necessarily have the same interests as you.
In fact, most children seem to be here to collect debts. They refuse to learn whatever their parents are good at, which is really infuriating.
Chang Yin smiled and said, "Isn't that it?"
"But seeing Ning Zhishui's performance yesterday, he was indeed outstanding. He completed it quickly and well."
"Yes, but I think Master Yu's niece, Ni Zhuang, is also quite outstanding."
"The disciple of Elder Zhao of Guangyue Sect is also very good. His name is Du Ziling, right?"
"Yes, and Xue Yi and Ji Yang, they are all outstanding among their peers."
Everyone was praising them in various ways, but it was obvious that they were most optimistic about Ni Zhuang and Du Ziling.
Ning Zhishui seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Even if she was a genius, she had only joined the Xianlai Sect for a few months.
Even if Changyin is very powerful and teaches without reservation, what can he do in a few months?
Compared to her, Du Ziling and Ni Zhuang have been in the school for several years, and their performance has been outstanding over the years. It is equivalent to growing up under the eyes of everyone.
Yu Zhan listened to everyone's flattery and couldn't help but reveal a reserved smile. His face shone as his eyes moved, and his pink lips parted slightly, his pearly teeth moving slightly. "Zhuang Zhuang is still young and can't stand being praised. Please don't be too flattering."
"Master Yu is truly modest."
"Yes, Zhuangzhuang has always been an excellent child. How could he not be able to withstand praise?"
"She won first place in the weapon competition two years ago. Who wouldn't be impressed?"
"Zhuangzhuang is just a little young, otherwise he would have great potential."
Du Ziling's master, the Third Elder of the Guangyue Sect, couldn't help but snort. "Old Yu is right. The child is too young. Why praise him so highly? Besides, the competition lasts for three days, and it's only been one day. Who knows who will win in the end? Let's wait and see!"
Really, how is my disciple worse than Ni Zhuang? Yet these people act as if Ni Zhuang is ranked first and my own disciple is ranked second. How ridiculous!
In his opinion, his disciple should be ranked first, and that Ni Zhuang should stand aside!
So what if she is famous? This is her first time participating in the weapon refining competition. It is hard to say whether she can persist to the last level, let alone win first place!
As for Ning Zhishui, the Third Elder didn't take him seriously at all.
He thought the same as everyone else: Ning Zhishui had only been a disciple for a few days? She must have wasted the previous decade or so. How could she compare to his beloved disciple?
Chang Yin glanced at Elder Zhao, but smiled without saying anything, with no intention of refuting.
However, after hearing this, Yu Zhan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and then he made a few harsh remarks to Elder Zhao.
Chang Yin watched the two men fighting without commenting or interrupting.
He didn't mind whether others were optimistic about Ning Zhishui, because he let Ning Zhishui participate this time just to temper his character.
On the contrary, Chang Yin wanted Ning Zhishui not to get the first place, because as a genius she had already gained enough false reputation, and sometimes a proper blow could make her even better.
So he just listened to Elder Zhao and Yu Zan talking back and forth as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with him.
To others, this reaction meant that he didn't have much confidence in his beloved disciple and didn't think she could get first place.
Soon, the third level began.
In order to shorten the competition time and still be able to show the level, today we will compete on synthesis.
There are many bags on the table, some big and some small, filled with different semi-finished products. You don’t know what’s inside until you open them.
Everyone goes on stage, chooses their own bag, and refines whatever they choose.
To be fair, no one can touch the bags. Once you choose one, you must take the corresponding bag and you cannot change your mind.
This kind of thing is more about luck. What you get is fate, and after you get it, it depends on your personal level.
Ning Zhishui doesn't have a God's perspective, and doesn't know what's in each bag. He can only see its shape and size from the outside, but these are of little reference value.
So she casually walked onto the stage, then casually reached out and picked up a big bag, and took it back to the refining furnace and opened it.
As soon as Ning Zhishui picked up the bag, he felt it was heavy, extremely heavy.
Fortunately, she was a cultivator with good cultivation, not just a teenage girl, so even though it was extremely heavy, she still carried it away easily.
After opening it, I saw two semi-finished products inside, and they were——
Ning Zhishui sighed.
In addition to the heads and elders of various sects who were responsible for judging on the stage, there were also many disciples who came to watch the game. Because they were the host, most of them were naturally disciples of Wanhua Sect.
After seeing the two things Ning Zhishui took out, the crowd erupted in excitement.
"Ah, this seems to be an alchemy furnace?"
"It must be an alchemy furnace, but one is the upper part and the other is the lower part... Damn, even the materials are different!"
"Asking a weapon refiner to refine an alchemy furnace? Wouldn't she even know what an alchemy furnace looks like?"
"Then you can only consider yourself unlucky."
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