Chapter 440: Succubus (10)
The Marrow Cleansing Pill, while not low in grade, wasn't particularly high either, almost incomparable to the top-ranked disciples of the Medicine Spirit Sect. However, what happened next made everyone's eyes widen, because after taking out one, Wen Wan took out a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and finally a sixth—a total of six Marrow Cleansing Pills.
The sect leader of the Medicine Spirit Sect suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock.
The disciples on the stage stared wide-eyed. "How is this possible? This new medicine cultivator from Mingyuan Sect actually refined six high-quality Marrow Cleansing Pills in one go? How is that possible?"
Wen Wan's idea was simple: since she couldn't win with quality, she would win with quantity. Because she was making medicine for Li Sha, she was most familiar with and best at making Marrow Cleansing Pills, so she prepared to make Marrow Cleansing Pills. Six pills were already her current limit.
She feels completely drained and is exhausted.
Yuan Hui looked very pleased, clearly satisfied with his little disciple. The sect leader of the Medicine Spirit Sect said sourly, "Yuan Hui! I didn't expect this! You don't make a move until you do, and when you do, it's amazing. Given time, your disciple will be extraordinary."
Yuan Hui: "She still has a long way to go and needs to practice more."
Although Wen Wan refined a lot, the overall success was based on the quality of the refinement. In the end, Wen Wan got a pretty good score and actually made it into the top ten.
Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief; at least she hadn't embarrassed herself too much, and she was satisfied.
She's just a salted fish; it's already quite impressive that she can stand up like this.
Wen Wan had no idea how much attention she had attracted, nor how much envy she had garnered.
After the medicine cultivation competition ended, Wen Wan's legs were shaking as she stepped off the stage. Her second senior sister helped her up, saying, "Second senior sister, I did my best. I definitely didn't slack off."
Second Senior Sister smiled and patted Wen Wan's head, "I know, you're great. If you come back for another year, none of them on stage will be your match."
Wen Yan: "..."
Her second senior sister is way too confident in her.
Second Senior Sister gave Wen Wan a pill to replenish her spiritual energy, and Wen Wan took out a chicken leg she had packed from the cafeteria and started eating it.
This is her spiritual sustenance. Whenever she is exhausted, she needs to eat to feel alive.
Otherwise, she would have wanted to die long ago.
Second Senior Sister and Senior Sister Qiling were clearly used to it.
They even indulged her, after all, their junior sister still had a match to play.
Just thinking about having to compete in formations made Wen Wan eat even more. Why did she have to work so hard? Other people only have one exam, but she had to take two.
Waaaaah.
The disciples watching Wen Wan eat swallowed hard. Wen Wan wasn't one to be stingy, so she shared some with the disciples who wanted some, but no one wanted them. They even advised, "Junior sister, it's not appropriate to eat snacks in such a serious setting."
Wen Wan: "There are so many people, but no one is looking at me."
Wen Wan took a bite of the chicken leg, feeling incredibly satisfied.
While eating, she watched the competition on stage. Fortunately, the formation competition was the last one, otherwise she would have immediately given up. Let whoever wants to go, go. She definitely wouldn't serve them.
Then I dozed off for a little while with my eyes half-closed.
The second senior sister's heart melted at the sight, "The junior sister is so adorable."
Qiling World: "Yes, no one could dislike her."
Finally, the formation competition arrived. Wen Wan was woken up and went back on stage with a long face.
Those who didn't know that Wen Wan had two masters were all surprised.
Isn't she a medicine cultivator? Why is she participating in the formation cultivator competition?
The Tianji Sect produced a total of three disciples. The number of array masters was only slightly more than that of medicine cultivators, but they were still few in number.
The sect that excels at training array cultivators is the Array Spirit Sect, which produced thirty disciples, while other sects produced more than twenty disciples.
The sect leader of the Medicine Spirit Sect looked at Wen Wan on the stage and asked curiously, "Yuan Hui, is your little disciple a formation cultivator?"
Yuan Hui: "She has good talent."
"Tsk tsk, where did you find such a precious little disciple? I'm so envious."
A battle of formations is very simple; it's just a battle of formations.
In a 1v1 format, the winner advances and the loser is eliminated, ultimately determining the top ten.
When the draw for opponents began, Wen Wan surprisingly drew a blank spot, which proved that she didn't need to play in the first round at all and could win without even playing.
Wen Wan was incredibly excited.
Is she really that lucky? God is blessing her.
Then the competition began, and Wen Wan started to observe, because it wouldn't do if she lost too badly.
She discovered that several of them were incredibly skilled; she had only heard of this formation before, but hadn't learned it yet.
I hope to lose with a little dignity.
Wen Wan took out her Illusion Array Bead and rubbed it, "Baby, you have to work hard to help me! I'll definitely do my best to help you level up in the future."
The bead sparkled, and Wen Wan smiled, "Thank you, baby. You're so great."
The disciple standing nearby, who hadn't yet participated in the match: "..."
The look in Wen Wan's eyes was complicated. Was she a little fool? She was actually calling the array bead so intimately.
Wen Wan didn't care; she was busy bonding with her baby.
Half of the contestants were eliminated in the first round, and with the lucky Wen Wan, there were still 26 people left on the field.
Wen Wan's draw this time surprisingly resulted in someone skilled in illusion formations.
Wen Wan was really good this time, winning easily. Before the opponent could even react, she had already lost. "You really didn't hold back?"
other side:"……"
The sect leader of the Array Spirit Sect looked at Wen Wan on the field and said, "Elder Qiyuan, you've been hiding your true strength!"
The fact that the illusion array can be utilized to this extent means it must be a perfect match, which can only be due to an active contract.
This talent is exceptional, even within the Array Spirit Sect.
"It seems the outcome is still uncertain."
Qi Yuan: "She's still young, there's no rush, she's just here to experience it."
Wen Wan advanced to the next round, and then came the second round. This time, it was a tougher win, but she still managed to narrowly escape with a victory.
However, it made it into the top ten.
You can lie down now.
So Wen Wan relaxed and decided to start playing. Soon she met her next opponent, a favorite to win the championship. His formation was very strong, and Wen Wan even considered giving up.
But it was a bit embarrassing, and her master would definitely nag her endlessly, so she still tried her best to struggle a little longer.
The opponent's formation is called the Spirit Rain Formation. It's filled with torrential rain, and every drop of rain is a sword formed from spiritual energy. It's simple, brutal, and incredibly powerful.
Wen Wan quickly entered the Spirit Rain Formation.
He struggled to erect a protective shield, then desperately withstood the attacks of the spirit sword, while simultaneously searching for the location of the array's core.
They persevered through this difficult period for most of the hour.
Those outside generally knew the outcome: Wen Wan's disciple was going to lose this time.
Even the sect leader of the Array Spirit Sect said, "She still doesn't have much experience."
Elder Qiyuan was quite open-minded, saying, "After all, he's young and just started, but it's still good to have this experience."
Wen Wan felt that she had already tried her best and could not hold on any longer, so she gave up.
Removing the protective shield and letting the raindrops fall on him was a way of admitting defeat.
It really hurt, but something strange happened: Wen Wan was still in the Spirit Rain Formation.
His eyes widened, and he shouted, "What's going on, senior brother? Quickly put away your formation. I admit defeat. You've already won."
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