Without saying a word, Meng Changjin took out another alchemy furnace and started refining the second-grade elixir.
Accumulate, she still needs to accumulate.
Therefore, it was probably impossible to quickly refine a sixth-grade barrier-breaking pill. Meng Changjin calculated that according to a conservative estimate, it might take her one or two months to refine a sixth-grade barrier-breaking pill.
This speed is actually fast enough, but Meng Changjin is now anxious to advance to the seventh level.
Only when one reaches the seventh level can one be considered to have truly entered the high-level realm.
Thinking of this, Meng Changjin suddenly thought of a question, a very important question.
Did she take the pass token back from Wu Shaoqi?
After thinking about it carefully and searching in his storage bag and spiritual plant space, Meng Changjin confirmed that he had not taken the pass token back from Wu Shaoqi.
This won’t work. The pass token is in Wu Shaoqi’s hands, and there’s no guarantee that he will go down the mountain at any time.
As for Wu Shaoqi's physical condition, nothing good will happen when he goes down the mountain.
So after Meng Changjin finished refining the first batch of second-grade elixirs, he did not move on to the next batch. Instead, his spiritual sense spread out and he soon found Wu Shaoqi's whereabouts.
Wu Shaoqi happened to be bringing a dozen new inner disciples from Wanchun Peak into Wanchun Peak, and then he was summoned by Meng Changjin.
Hearing the location Meng Changjin said, Wu Shaoqi silently calculated the distance, and then he was filled with admiration.
Transmitting sound is actually a function of divine consciousness. Wu Shaoqi can now only transmit sound to people within two meters around him, but his master can transmit sound to him across half of Wanchun Peak.
The power of divine consciousness is simply horrifying.
Meng Changjin had no idea what Wu Shaoqi was thinking. If he knew, he would probably just chuckle.
More than three hundred meters is already horrifying, so wouldn’t it be even more horrifying when her consciousness fully recovers?
After all, if her consciousness is fully revived, it will be about a thousand meters.
Then can she run rampant in this world without any restraint?
After all, the spiritual awareness of the people in this world is so weak that it is hard to describe.
Meng Changjin summoned Wu Shaoqi, who handed over Wanchun Peak's new inner disciples to other people for arrangement, and went to the courtyard where Meng Changjin was currently staying.
Along the way, Wu Shaoqi was still thinking about why his master had asked him to do so. Could it be about the matter of sneaking into the group of new disciples? He could argue about this, but no, he could explain it.
He just wanted to walk the trial road. He heard that all the disciples of Wanhuang Sect had walked it, except Wu Shaoqi. Naturally, Wu Shaoqi wanted to walk it to prove that he had also walked the trial road.
As for whether you are ranked or not, what matters is participation.
However, when he saw Meng Changjin, the corners of Wu Shaoqi's mouth twitched unconsciously.
Looking at the dusty master and then at the roof with a big hole in it, Wu Shaoqi wondered if Meng Changjin was secretly playing with a bomb in the yard.
Meng Changjin didn't think anything was wrong. She was an alchemist, so it was normal for the furnace to explode. "You can practice now, so you don't need the pass token. As a disciple of the Wanhuang Sect, I shouldn't be partial to you. I pitied your weakness before, but now I don't need to. Since that's the case, I should treat you equally." Meng Changjin stretched out her hand and asked for the pass token.
As for what the client said to Wu Shaoqi, it doesn’t matter.
But she is not the client, and Wu Shaoqi is not the original Wu Shaoqi, so no matter what she said before, it is no longer valid now.
Besides, didn’t she also make a high-sounding statement about treating everyone equally? Naturally, we can’t give too many privileges to anyone.
"Here." Wu Shaoqi took out a token that looked like it was carved out of ice from his storage bag and handed it to Meng Changjin with both hands, without any reluctance.
Meng Changjin raised his hand and took it. The token looked like ice, but it felt slightly warm in his hand.
Now that the token has been retrieved, there is no need to worry about Wu Shaoqi encountering any trouble when he goes down the mountain.
Meng Changjin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wu Shaoqi speak: "It just so happens that the token is no longer needed by my disciple. I have been promoted to the second rank. A second rank disciple can go down the mountain to train without the token, and it will not embarrass the master."
Wu Shaoqi actually doesn't really want too many privileges. The more privileges he has, the worse it is for him.
The master was kind to the original body because of the previous generation.
But Wu Shaoqi believed that he was not the original self, and he could not bear such excessive kindness.
This is actually the best thing for him now.
The master didn't favor him too much, and at least treated him equally on the surface, so he didn't feel so much pressure.
Meng Changjin felt like he was going to break apart. What did Wu Shaoqi say? Second level realm? Can I go down the mountain to practice without a token?
What the hell is she doing with the token? Looking at the completely transparent token in his hand, Meng Changjin felt terrible.
"Ahem, the second level? When did you break through?" After coughing twice, Meng Changjin asked "with concern".
I can only say that he is worthy of being the son of luck. This speed is really a bit fast.
"It took nine days to break through in Baizong City. It was too slow." Wu Shaoqi frowned and said.
Meng Changjin: ...
Why are you frowning? This is still slow. If this is called slow, then how can you let those people who have been in the sect for more than ten years and are still stuck at the peak of the first level feel?
Meng Changjin held the transparent token in his hand and felt his fist itchy, wanting to hit someone.
"After the second level, the speed of cultivation seems to be even slower. I feel it may take more than twenty days to reach the third level." Wu Shaoqi continued to frown, his tone becoming increasingly dissatisfied.
Meng Changjin: ...
Good guy, I can’t help it!
Meng Changjin threw the token into the storage bag, flexed his fist, looked at Wu Shaoqi, and smiled harmlessly.
Wu Shaoqi suddenly felt a cool breeze on his back. He swallowed and asked nervously, "Master, what do you want to do?"
"Haha." Meng Changjin laughed, and the next moment, he swung his fist directly and hit Wu Shaoqi's eye socket.
One of Wu Shaoqi's eye sockets quickly swelled and turned black, looking horrible.
"You've been promoted too quickly and your foundation is unstable. Let me stabilize it for you." Meng Changjin said with a malicious smile on his face, and after he finished speaking, he kept swinging his fists.
One of Wu Shaoqi's eyes was swollen from being beaten and he couldn't open it, but he didn't have only one eye.
Seeing the malicious smile on his master's face, Wu Shaoqi felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that this master was so partial to the original body, and unless he knew that he was not the original body, there was no way he would harm him.
The possibility of noticing that he is not his original body is almost zero, so the other party may really think that his cultivation speed is too fast and is trying to stabilize him.
But after the "stabilization", his whole face was swollen like a pig's head. Wu Shaoqi realized belatedly and thought, is there no other way to stabilize it? Do I have to beat him?
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