The world of cultivation is indeed full of dangers; a single disagreement can lead to death.
If an ordinary person were in this world, they would definitely have to work hard to cultivate, just to seek a safe little piece of land.
Ye Tian, however, was completely different.
Or perhaps, Ye Tian is more realistic.
In various cultivation novels, the characters often embody the idea that one's fate is in one's own hands, that one is decisive in killing, that one seeks breakthroughs between life and death, and that only geniuses can remain invincible.
It is extremely rare and scarce.
How much talent and how advanced must a person be to guarantee an undefeated record?
If we lose even once, then death is the only outcome.
This is why, after discovering that his talent wasn't particularly strong, Ye Tian began a carefree life of slacking off and getting by.
Anyway, Baizong is a warm and harmonious place without any bloodshed.
With just a little cultivation, even just reaching the Earthly Realm and lingering on for two hundred years, one would already be far superior to the longest-lived person on that blue planet.
What's there to be dissatisfied about? No need to worry about cars and houses, no need to be exploited by capitalists.
Ye Tian always thought that living like this was fine, until he acquired the Great Martial Master System, a cheat code.
I don't know if this counts as good news, but now that I've obtained this kind of cheat code, if I don't dare to take a gamble, then I've wasted my time coming to this mysterious continent.
It possesses the Great Martial Master System.
Ye Tian could remain behind the scenes, secretly collecting people and allowing various factions within the sect to cultivate.
He, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the elevation of his spiritual realm.
In such a short time, Ye Tian has already reached the fifth level of the Cloud Realm, and his true combat power is enough to defeat even the Immortal Slayer.
The current level is something Ye Tian never dared to dream of before.
However, once you embark on the journey of cultivating immortality, there is no turning back.
There's a saying that goes, "When you're in the world of martial arts, you're not in control of your own destiny."
If he retreats now, the Pavilion Master of the Imperial Pavilion will return to seek revenge, and the Chengyun Sect will not let him off the hook. Even the Baiyue Sect will definitely find a way to hunt him down.
These past few days, the Ruthless Sect has been able to evade their pursuit in the Dan Sheng Mountains.
If we wait any longer, we might really have to confront this group of people.
Only forward!
Go in again!
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to brighten in the early morning.
Ye Tian opened his eyes. Today was the start of the alchemy competition.
The competition in the Dansheng Mountains must be a spectacle of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities.
This time, Ye Tian plans to play the role of the master.
His movements were as swift as a swallow skimming the mud, making no sound at all, and he smoothly slipped into Wuchen Daoren's room.
"Huff... huff."
Daoist Wuchen was still fast asleep. He had been tormented by Abbess Huayun in the sect for so long that he had just found a moment of free time and fell asleep.
"Bang bang." Ye Tian used the techniques of a hundred sects to swiftly strike Wuchen Daoren's acupoints.
With this sleeping acupoint, coupled with Wuchen Daoren's lack of rest, he could probably sleep until the competition was almost over.
"Ahem, everyone get up." Ye Tian, using the Mask of Free Will, transformed into his master, Daoist Wuchen, and, holding a whisk, knocked on every door in the Wuqing Sect.
"Master," Li Xiaoyao said, still half asleep.
Su Muchen looked as if he had just woken up.
Huan Qingsha seemed as cheerful as a little bird.
Gu Nishang, however, frowned first, and then asked, "Master, where did my Senior Brother Ye Tian go?"
Ye Tian said in the tone of Wuchen Daoren, "Your senior brother suddenly fell ill and had already told me in advance that he could not participate in this alchemy competition."
Gu Nishang frowned, looking at Ye Tian, who was impersonating Daoist Wuchen, with a strange expression.
Her expression suggested that she suspected there was something wrong with her group.
Since Ye Tian was pretending to be the Daoist Wuchen, he could only say in a calm and indifferent manner, "Alright, since we have been diligently cultivating the Dao of Alchemy for so long, we should give full play to our strength this time and strive to get a good ranking in the Dao of Alchemy Tournament."
"Smack!"
Hua Yun Dao Ren struck him on the neck with his sword and threatened, "If you don't get a good ranking, I'll cripple you."
Ye Tian was speechless. He never expected that the pit he dug would end up trapping him. However, he had also worked for his master this time. It seemed that he should not hold back when he tricked his master in the future. After all, he was working for his master, so it was fair.
"The alchemy competition doesn't seem like an alchemy assessment." Now that they were close to the competition venue, Su Muchen explained this to them.
Although Ye Tian's alchemy skills were already one step away from achieving Nirvana and becoming a Medicine Saint, he honestly didn't understand these things. So he asked, "What makes you say that?"
Su Muchen explained, "Master, the alchemy assessment tests a person in all aspects. For example, it assesses their theoretical knowledge, the number of pill formulas they know, and their understanding of various medicinal materials. It also assesses the quality of the pills they ultimately refine and their understanding of controlling the heat."
"But these principles do not apply in alchemy competitions."
"The alchemy competition only considers one aspect: the same pill, whose grade is higher and whose impurities are fewer," Su Muchen said.
This is what is known as the alchemy competition.
It is indeed very practical, like a martial arts assessment that might require a comprehensive evaluation of a person. But in a real martial arts competition, it's all about who's lying down and who's standing up; the one lying down loses, and the one standing wins.
The competitions in Daoist alchemy are also largely the same.
Whoever has the highest-grade elixir is the boss.
With Ye Tian's current level of alchemy, there are very few people in this vast Dan Sheng Mountain Range who can rival him.
"Master, why are you smiling so happily?" Su Muchen asked.
"I'm thinking about how to win first place in this alchemy competition," Ye Tianfeng replied calmly, gazing into the distance like a hermit.
"Master, are you perhaps suffering from a brain disorder?" Su Muchen asked in surprise.
"You unfilial disciple," Ye Tian scolded.
Su Muchen wiped his sweat and replied, "Master, I must remind you that this alchemy competition is not only for people from our Dansheng Mountain Range, but also for experts from other mountains."
Ye Tian frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that the Dansheng Mountains are the most culturally rich mountain range? Can people from other places really develop better than you locals?"
Su Muchen explained, “Master, you don’t understand. The most talented and highest-level alchemists in our Dansheng Mountain Range are constantly poached by people from other places. These people pass down their skills from generation to generation, and each generation has true geniuses who come to compete with us.”
"This time, the first prize was awarded to a highly talented branch of a lineage from another region. They were confident that they could sweep the top three spots and take away their prizes, as well as the second and third prizes."
Su Muchen said this.
Ye Tian had never heard of such rumors before; this matter was indeed shocking. This was something they absolutely could not be careless about, as they might really suffer a setback.
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