"Okay, go back and practice. If you need resources, find a few elders. Now that you are a second-grade cultivator, you will receive some resource subsidies. Don't go down the mountain unless necessary. Recently, in the sect... In short, don't go down the mountain unless necessary. Don't blame me for not reminding you." Meng Changjin thought for a moment but couldn't come up with a good reason, so he simply ignored it.
Sometimes if you make it too clear, others will weigh the pros and cons and realize it’s not a big deal, and they won’t care.
On the contrary, saying half and keeping half is more likely to make people feel fearful.
Meng Changjin was really worried about letting Wu Shaoqi go down, because who knew when Wu Shaoqi would bring back an enemy of rank eight or nine.
If we can't handle it now, then of course we have to make Wu Shaoqi behave himself.
Wu Shaoqi nodded and started thinking in his mind. He couldn't guess what the master paused to say, but it was definitely not a trivial matter, otherwise the master would not have reminded him like this.
"Disciple, I understand. Hiss..." Wu Shaoqi wanted to raise his hand to salute, but when he raised his hand halfway, he grimaced in pain.
It hurts, it hurts so much, the master is so cruel.
Meng Changjin tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth and not let it curl up, let him go wild! "Okay, go." Meng Changjin raised his hand and swung the back of his hand outward a few times, indicating that Wu Shaoqi could leave.
"Disciple, I'm going to retreat!" Wu Shaoqi spoke each word clearly this time.
"Yes." Meng Changjin nodded, and after Wu Shaoqi took two steps, he spoke again: "By the way, if you have difficulty breaking through the third level, take this barrier-breaking pill."
As he spoke, Meng Changjin threw out a brown pill the size of his little finger.
Wu Shaoqi raised his hand in a panic and grabbed it, then grimaced in pain again.
"Thank you, Master!" After taking a few deep breaths, Wu Shaoqi thanked him and left.
After Wu Shaoqi walked away, Meng Changjin completely stopped suppressing the corners of his mouth and smiled wildly.
Next time, if Wu Shaoqi says in front of her that his cultivation speed is too slow, she will beat him up again! Feeling happy, Meng Changjin felt that he had more energy to make pills.
In the gaps between refining the elixir, Meng Changjin still has time to think about things.
She looked down at the ground and suddenly remembered when she first came to this world. At that time, she thought that after her spiritual sense became stronger, she would explore the mountain of Wanchun Peak to see if there was any fire Ganoderma lucidum.
However, her spiritual awareness can only extend over 300 meters now, and she is simply unable to conduct a comprehensive exploration.
Or should she open a passage on the mountainside and go in to explore directly? With her current strength, it would not be a problem to dig a hole with one punch, but if there was nothing inside, then all her efforts would be in vain.
Forget it. There is no rush now anyway. Once I reach the seventh level, my consciousness will definitely receive feedback and revive further. Then I should be able to spread my consciousness to explore.
I don't know if he was in a good mood after beating up Wu Shaoqi, but Meng Changjin was very successful in making several batches of pills. Normally, Meng Changjin would make only three or four second-grade pills, but after these few batches, he made five pills in two of them.
Meng Changjin felt that she had vaguely grasped the reason why the third-grade elixir would explode in the furnace. Perhaps when she could produce five pills in each furnace of the second-grade elixir, the success rate of refining the third-grade elixir would be very high.
While Meng Changjin was immersed in alchemy, the Wanhuang Sect also entered a stage of rapid development.
Among the more than 400 new disciples, except for the twenty or so direct disciples, most of them were inner disciples, and there were less than 100 outer disciples.
This may seem like a lot, but in proportion, it is not much.
In the past, when the Wanhuang Sect recruited more than 200 new disciples, only an estimated two dozen could become direct disciples, and only 20% to 30% of the rest became inner disciples, while the rest were all outer disciples.
But this time it was different. The outer disciples accounted for only 20% to 30% of the new disciples.
While this group of new disciples were still on the path of trial, the inner disciples were already taught the art of soul refining.
This time, the elders still gave these inner disciples the opportunity to choose freely, but the number of people who were unwilling to swear the inner devil oath was even fewer than the number of people who withdrew from the previous batch of disciples.
In response to this, several elders were relieved and sighed.
Because of the Soul Refining Technique, all the inner disciples who had entered the sect a long time ago, except for some people who were responsible for guiding the newcomers, went into seclusion.
The inner gate area is so large, but once you go out of the door, you can hardly see any people within a few hundred meters.
This made the new inner disciples dare not slack off, and after getting the skills, they all worked hard to practice.
There's nothing we can do. The environment is like this and the disciples of Wanhuang Sect are too hardworking.
The inner disciples practiced hard, and the outer disciples who wanted to enter the inner sect naturally did not dare to slack off.
The inner disciples are better than the outer disciples, have more resources, and work harder. If they don't work hard, how can they enter the inner sect? The disciples of Wanhuang Sect have an unprecedented enthusiasm for cultivation, and several elders are very pleased.
While feeling gratified, several elders were also a little worried. The sect leader was too eager to help his disciples improve, which was a little abnormal.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to improve the sect's overall strength, but being too eager will always make people worry.
Is it for next year's sect ranking competition?
Several elders speculated in their hearts that if this was the case, it would be logical.
In the previous competition, the Wanhuang Sect's ranking dropped by more than ten places. I guess the leader is worried.
After all, like them, he felt bad thinking about the sect falling into the hands of himself and others.
Now that the leader has the ability to make the sect stronger, it is understandable that he is a little anxious.
What ranking will the Wanhuang Sect get in next year's sect ranking competition?
Is it possible to be in the top 20? Although it seemed impossible, the elders were full of hope.
"It's time for us to practice. The disciples are all practicing, and it doesn't seem appropriate for us to sit around doing nothing." Mu Youlan looked at the elders beside her and spoke.
The sect ranking competition is not just the disciples' business; the top disciples are responsible for it, but the sect's high-level people like them also need to contribute.
It would be unacceptable if the disciples got the upper hand in a life-and-death fight and they ended up being at the bottom. That would bring shame to the entire world of cultivators.
As several elders and peak masters began to go into seclusion, the Wanhuang Sect has become much quieter recently.
The head of the sect was busy refining pills, the elders and peak masters were busy improving their strength, and the disciples were also practicing in seclusion, not to mention the inner and outer sect disciples.
The only ones who are relatively free now are the menial disciples of Wanhuang Sect.
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