The established mindset within the cultivation world confined her and also hindered the development of alchemy.
Nowadays, healing-oriented medical practices are more prevalent.
Alchemy requires a furnace and various expensive spiritual plants, and beginners have a 70% chance of failing to produce a successful pill.
Firstly, learning this path is expensive; secondly, those without natural talent have a much higher chance of failing to achieve their goals, which greatly tests one's mindset.
Unless one comes from a wealthy family, it is difficult to persevere.
As a result, low-grade pills became abundant in the market, while high-grade pills were extremely rare.
This is why the identity of Zhenmian entered the circle of big shots in a short period of time.
There are too few Grade 7 pills.
For cultivators in the cultivation world, it's like a Qi-replenishing pill. Although it's effective, it can only be taken once in a short period of time. It's better to bring along a healer who can restore part of their condition without any drawbacks.
Furthermore, in a real dangerous situation, a healer can simultaneously heal multiple allies within range. Even if most healers can only treat the initial injuries, compared to a pill refiner—
The alchemists could only hurriedly distribute the pills, or distribute them at the beginning.
It would be better to buy the pills in advance and take them when necessary.
Under such circumstances, alchemists are the least popular among cultivators on their travels.
After all, they're obsessed with alchemy and are basically fragile. When you're traveling together, you'll be desperately trying to escape while also busy protecting them.
Thus, elixirs became an essential item for cultivators to purchase before setting out, but alchemists... well, not at all.
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On the high platform and in the audience seats, after a brief pause, all that could be seen were the injuries on the three people who had been forced into the corner, and the recovery of their depleted spiritual energy.
As for the others...
Yan Shanjun and several elders with the highest cultivation levels changed their expressions, their gazes falling on that slender yet unparalleled figure.
Just a moment ago.
Something's not right.
The pills floated into the air, but how were their effects activated, and how did they all fall upon the three people?
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation just now.
As for their divine senses, these several Great Ascension Realm cultivators watched from the sidelines.
No unusual activity was detected.
The mysteries surrounding this outer disciple named Song Tingwan are only increasing.
But so what?
The ancient secret manuals sent by the Cloud Hidden Clan, along with piles of top-grade spirit stones to fill the treasury—anyone who dares to utter a single word of slander against her in front of these old fogies would have wasted all their years of life.
They all knew why the Cloud Hidden Clan was favored by Heaven.
Furthermore, the High Priest of the Cloud Hidden Clan vouched for her with the entire clan.
Lord Yan will always remember that slender man with eyes that held all things, a gentleman of modesty, who bowed and made a vow for his two daughters.
“I swear by Heaven and Earth that Awan and Ayao’s Dao heart is righteous.”
Yan Shanjun was an arrogant sword genius from a young age, and rarely admired anyone from the bottom of his heart.
But some people don't even need to say much; just by standing there, you can tell they carry a heavy burden.
Time and weather leave no trace.
I am left with a heavy heart.
And he also has a heart that loves his daughter.
He increasingly felt that the Cloud Clan's decision to go into seclusion was a mistake.
Isn't such a celestial observer more worthy of respect than that old geezer Ning Chongxuan?
Yan Shanjun's eyes were complex, subtly revealing a deeper meaning.
The longer one interacts with Yunyin, the more one realizes how eager they are to pave the way for the two sisters.
The entire clan mobilized to pave the way for it.
for what.
What could possibly be worth doing this for?
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A contest involving round platforms.
After the fireball crisis was resolved.
Senior Sister Fu Xiu smiled in surprise and then threw out another Thunder Talisman and Water Talisman.
A layer of water instantly formed beneath their feet, and lightning bolts were poised to strike from mid-air, ready to electrocute anyone who landed.
This is also because the elders, out of consideration for the rules, deliberately weakened the effect of the talisman.
If both talismans are used simultaneously, the victim will be severely injured, if not half-dead.
Song Siyao and his companion, who were far away, wanted to rush back, but were entangled by the four people surrounding them. They tried to regain the upper hand by using the Thunder Water Talisman.
Qin Xi smiled smugly and started rummaging around in his pocket.
"You didn't expect that, did you! I filled my bag with dirt!"
She flipped the small, bowl-shaped ritual object downwards, and a torrent of earth rained down from the sky.
A small mound appeared, and the three of them jumped out of the water with perfect coordination.
The lightning struck the water fiercely. Except for Senior Sister Fu Xiu, who was prepared, everyone else was stunned, unable to distinguish friend from foe.
The trio in the dirt mound looked over there with longing. If it weren't for their senior sister watching them closely, they could have tied one up and thrown him down to be eliminated in that instant.
The senior sister laughed in exasperation at their expressions.
"Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman, go!"
Like a thunderstorm, it was so fast and fierce that people didn't have time to react.
With the senior sister deliberately ignoring them, the group of unlucky souls who were innocently caught up in the situation no longer cared about the other party and scattered in all directions to escape or pull out magical treasures.
"Hey! Meng Jinshu, do you want to take on nine people by yourself?!"
The senior brother whom Song Siyao recognized, who was the strongest fighter in the entire arena, couldn't help but turn around and yell at Senior Sister Fu Xiu.
Meng Jinshu raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "I can handle that too."
Then the talisman at his fingertip ignited without wind, and a cold voice rang out—
Ice array.
Lightning struck randomly, and countless icicles rained down from the sky. The woman's clothes fluttered without wind, and she proudly raised her chin.
The disciples of Zhaixing Peak have not won first place in the Sword-Asking Competition for many years.
She, Meng Jinshu, was determined to fight for Zhaixing Peak.
Qin Xi and his two teammates hid under her jade shield, trembling as they looked at her expression.
"Our senior sister is so crazy."
Song Tingwan squatted down next to her, and the more she looked at Meng Jinshu, the more familiar she seemed.
She remembered that the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect were upright and righteous. They appeared several times, but regardless of the rumors and gossip, they never raised their swords against her sister.
They have their own principles to uphold.
I don't quite remember how this senior sister ended up in the book, but right now, I admire her.
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