Perhaps Master Dan's treatment methods are rather unique? Some fans desperately tried to find excuses for Zishu.
A bystander chuckled, "I'm speechless. Does he think I've never seen an alchemist before? Don't alchemists need to cultivate? Don't they need to meditate to replenish their spiritual energy? This is truly the most ridiculous joke he's heard all year."
Regardless of the arguments among the onlookers, Zishu slept soundly. In the desert, although he could absorb fire-attribute true energy to replenish his energy, the harsh climate was not something he could simply endure. Every step he took was an ordeal.
Before going to sleep, Zishu even hoped to be in a different place after waking up.
Zishu slept soundly in the desert, not because no one attacked, but because anyone who came within ten meters of him would be poisoned. Taking just one more step would trap them in illusions, killing formations, bewitching formations, and confinement formations. If they hadn't been poisoned beforehand, they could hold out for a while. But if they had already been unfortunately afflicted by the poison, then sorry, they were trapped in a series of formations, and their chances of survival were slim.
Therefore, even when Zishu is asleep, someone will send him points, and there is more than one person doing so.
As for whether Zishu will be woken up, how could that be? Without completely breaking the formation, how could he possibly wake up?
Soon, Zishu's score rose abnormally, reaching 682nd place.
The onlookers seemed to understand something. Why could this person sleep peacefully in such harsh conditions? It was because they were ruthless enough to themselves, using themselves as bait to lure their enemies into a trap—a brilliant, bloodless tactic! Why didn't anyone think of something so valuable? Master Zishu Dan was indeed intelligent and admirable.
Actually, Zishu hadn't thought that much about it; he just wanted to sleep peacefully. He never expected that someone would come up with so many plausible reasons for him, and he almost believed them himself.
Hua Rong's almond-shaped eyes widened: "Master Zishu is truly talented. He can eat, sleep, and kill without missing a beat."
Ye Xiruo and Si Hao's lips twitched incessantly. After this battle, the name of their senior brother would probably really spread throughout the entire continent.
Jing Li, a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was teleported to a canyon. Once inside, someone sealed off the entrance, and about ten people rushed up, ready to kill this fat sheep.
How can you tell this guy is a fat sheep? You can tell just by looking at his clothes. This guy's ice-silk outer robe alone is worth a fortune, not to mention his seemingly ordinary belt and gorgeous clothes.
Fei Yang Jingli narrowed his eyes. The spiritual energy in this canyon was very abundant, and there should be a lot of spiritual herbs inside. The most urgent task was to get rid of these troublesome guys as soon as possible.
Jing Li didn't use any weapons at all. Two balls, one black and one white, appeared on her shoulder. The two balls shot out, burning the air and leaving two terrifying black cracks.
The so-called robbers only then realized what kind of evil spirit they had provoked. Their lips turned pale as they uttered four words: "Yin Yang Demon Flame." Then they turned and ran, and the others followed suit.
The two small fireballs merged and separated in mid-air, like mischievous children playing a game, but they moved very quickly, and the black and white flames soon enveloped everyone.
Everyone turned to ashes without even uttering a scream; even the spatial rings were not spared.
Under the influence of the strange fire, all things return to dust. This saying is not without merit.
Looking at her master's face, which had changed its appearance but was still handsome and noble, Ye Xiruo thought to herself, "What a pity, what a pity! There should be spirit stones inside so many spatial rings!"
"The Yin-Yang Demon Flame will convert what it devours into spiritual energy, so there's no need to worry about wasting it," Si Hao explained to Ye Xiruo.
Ye Xiruo thought about it and realized it made sense. With her master's status, why would he care about the things in those people's storage rings? She had really been overthinking things.
After Jingli dealt with the group of trash, she kindly reinforced the entrance that the others had sealed off. Just like Zishu, she set up a series of killing formations, with an illusion array surrounding it, ensuring that there was absolutely no chance of survival.
Seeing these similar methods, onlookers had mixed feelings. Should they say that Jingli was a good teacher, or that Zishu had surpassed his teacher?
Having resolved his worries, Jing Li flew directly into the depths of the canyon. If he saw any spiritual herbs, he collected them. He let go of those that were too young or of average value.
Ye Xiruo kept rubbing her chubby little paws outside: "Even a small mosquito is still meat, how can we just let it go?"
"Junior Sister, you're destined to be the Palace Master, how can your vision be so narrow?"
"It's all because I'm poor."
"We won't be poor anymore soon." His junior sister had already become a sixth-grade alchemist, and she would probably catch up with him soon. Si Hao's feelings were complicated.
Jing Li continued relentlessly into the depths of the canyon, drawn by a powerful energy fluctuation that seemed to beckon him. He quickened his pace in collecting spiritual herbs, showing no mercy to powerful guardian beasts he encountered, simply whipping them to death. After harvesting the most valuable parts from the beasts, he tossed the rest to the Yin-Yang Demon Flame, ensuring not even ashes remained.
This brutal and savage act immediately drew gasps from many, and Jing Li's identity was revealed. There was no way around it; Yin-Yang Demon Flame and Phoenix Flight were Jing Li's signature moves. In comparison, Zi Shu's actions seemed much gentler. These two didn't seem like alchemists at all; who the hell had ever seen an alchemist with such powerful combat strength? That was a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, a demon beast just one step away from becoming a Divine Transformation cultivator, and Jing Li killed it with a single whip.
The Danwang Palace is full of prodigies; this saying is indeed well-deserved.
The spiritual energy in this canyon is abundant, with countless high-grade spiritual herbs. Jing Li's gains along the way are also the envy of many. In addition, with the demonic beasts he has destroyed, Jing Li's score easily broke into the top 100.
Si Hao and Ye Xiruo both knew that their master had not truly unleashed his full power; otherwise, he would have scored much more points.
Jing Li's plan was to first loot all the good stuff in this small canyon, and then go out and kill a few demons and aliens. They were ugly enough, but also ferocious, always wanting to eat people; how could he vent his hatred without killing a few?
"Is something wrong? Master's eyes seem a little strange."
"She must have thought of something disgusting," Ye Xiruoli said lazily.
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