Song Pengpeng lifted the lid of the alchemy furnace and excitedly shouted, "It's done! It's a seventh-grade pill! I'm a seventh-grade Spirit Gathering Pill!"
Just as she was feeling smug,
Another delicate fragrance wafted out.
Cheng Che, who was sitting in the third row, sighed.
"Sigh, it's rank seven. The sect leader said that there's a huge gap between rank seven and rank eight, and it's really true."
He was quite talented in alchemy.
He progressed smoothly from a first-grade to a seventh-grade alchemist, but failed to obtain the eighth-grade alchemist badge for several years.
Song Pengpeng gritted her teeth in anger, and everyone's attention shifted from her to Cheng Che.
There are now only two people left in the hall.
Gingerbread closed his eyes, focusing intently on the fusion of herbs and spiritual energy within the alchemy furnace.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
White clouds gradually gathered above Qu Miaozhu's alchemy furnace.
Just as Song Pengpeng thought the first person to meet would be a woman from this small sect, the white clouds suddenly dispersed...
A burnt aroma wafted from the alchemy furnace.
Qu Miaozhu paused awkwardly.
Liu Zhufeng watched the clouds gather and disperse, and said regretfully, "Young friend, you are too impatient. If you had been more patient, the clouds would have formed. You must not be too hasty in refining pills."
"Sect Leader Liu is right." Qu Miaozhu bit her lip, bowed her head and stepped back.
She was indeed getting a little anxious.
After the Heavenly Ancestor's accident, she returned to her sect and spent a great deal of effort to advance to the Nascent Soul Realm.
He was hoping to gain some more opportunities by relying on the Nine Heavens Pagoda.
It actually failed.
Qu Miaozhu reluctantly stepped aside, somewhat regretting that she hadn't stopped in time when she reached the seventh rank.
There are only two Rank 7 Spirit Gathering Pills on the field right now. If she had a Rank 7 Spirit Gathering Pill, she would have a fighting chance.
The entire room held its breath and waited for the gingerbread to be taken out of the oven.
At this moment, Fen Jue said, "You can stop the fire now. If you continue refining, you have a chance to get a ninth-grade item. You can get first place with an eighth-grade item, but a ninth-grade item is too conspicuous."
If that happens, it will arouse jealousy, and I might be plotted against.
The cultivation world has no shortage of geniuses, but it lacks geniuses who can grow up safely.
Gingerbread nodded: "Mm."
Gradually.
Small patches of white clouds gathered above the alchemical furnace of the gingerbread pancake.
The onlookers were all incredibly nervous.
I was afraid that this cloud would be like Qu Miaozhu's cloud, gathering only halfway before dissipating.
In contrast, gingerbread was the most composed.
She used a magic gesture to intensify the fire, then reduced it.
The white clouds above the alchemy furnace finally took shape.
"Bang!"
The lid of the alchemy furnace was pushed open by the shockwave, and three Spirit Gathering Pills rose out from inside.
The blue pill spun around.
"It's an eighth-grade pill! It's actually an eighth-grade pill! Who is this little girl?"
"The one from the Sword Sect's Immortal Jade Peak, that's the little disciple who caused the great lightning tribulation."
"I remember she wasn't a fool before?"
"Shut up! Why do you care if she was stupid before? All you need to know is that she's a genius who survived the Forty-Nine Great Tribulation at the age of sixteen and refined an eighth-grade pill!"
"Spitting blood! Jiang Qingxue has hit the jackpot! Her eldest disciple is the daughter of the Nine Heavens Sect Master, her second disciple has a single wood elemental root, her third disciple's family owns a mine, and her youngest disciple is a genius prodigy!"
"Are you jealous? If you're so jealous, why don't you pick up a child from the snow and raise it yourself?"
The man muttered to himself.
"I'd like to pick one up, but do you think just anyone can pick up an eighth-grade alchemist?"
People from various sects were discussing it animatedly.
A look of surprise flashed across Liu Zhufeng's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Without a doubt, the champion of this competition is our Sword Sect's young Fellow Daoist Jiang!"
"Young fellow Daoist, how about we enter the Nine Heavens Tower tomorrow?"
Gingerbread put the Spirit Gathering Pill into the jade bottle, "Great!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Song Yuechen, usually as serene as a gentle breeze and bright moon, had a rare dark expression.
Gingerbread was delicious.
This can be considered as venting Huang Lao's anger.
Song Yuechen pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars. He had gone to great lengths to do so many evil deeds, yet he had only reached the eighth rank.
Huang Li casually took on a junior apprentice who immediately reached the eighth rank.
Could it be that his senior brother has some secret technique that he would never share with outsiders?
Song Yuechen fell into deep thought.
The competition is over.
The banquet officially begins.
The venue was filled with singing and dancing.
Gingerbread and Zhuge Tienan had a great time eating.
She refined an eighth-grade pill on the spot, and people from other sects were watching her silently.
Zhuge Bai blocked Jiang Bingbing's gluttonous eating and elegantly raised his wine glass in a toast.
The banquet is over.
Whether others were happy or not, she ate until her belly was bulging and she was completely satisfied.
What Jiang Bingbing didn't expect was that winning this competition would bring unexpected gains. Zeng Song from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain was still hesitating, but when the banquet ended, he stopped Jiang Bingbing and said, "Young friend, your Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect. You are proficient in everything from beast taming to alchemy. We entrust our sect's Rejuvenation Pills to you."
"No problem!" Gingerbread patted his chest. "Elder Zeng, please come visit the Sword Sect when you have time."
"well!"
After exchanging a few more words, Zeng Song left.
After returning to the courtyard.
Zhuge Bai instructed, "Tomorrow, when you challenge the Nine Heavens Tower, fight if you can, and run if you can't. The things inside the Nine Heavens Tower are good, but nothing is more important than your life."
Gingerbread patted her beautiful senior sister's shoulder, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Zhuge, no one is better at running away than me!"
Zhuge Bai was amused by her, "Go back and rest, don't cultivate today."
“Okay!!”
...
The next morning, Cheng Che knocked on the door early.
"Junior Sister Jiang, wake up! The Sect Master wants you to go to the Nine Heavens Tower!"
Gingerbread yawned, a few tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She quickly changed her clothes, cast a spell to dispel dust, and then went out.
Good morning, Senior Brother Cheng.
"Good...good morning..." Cheng Che pointed helplessly, "Junior sister, your...your hair..."
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