During this period, Tianning was keen on teaching her senior brothers and sisters. Her fifteen years of grueling training had not been in vain. For a time, Fu Hongming and Shi Qinxin practiced swordsmanship until they vomited.
Shi Qinxin was initially excited about taking up her sword again, but now she's truly numb from practicing swordsmanship... She can't help but recall the days when she was refining pills.
"Junior Sister, could I borrow your stove to refine pills once?"
Shi Qinxin brought over a plate of spiritual fruits and stared longingly at Tian Ning. That was an ancient magical artifact! Just touching it would make her happy for half a day.
Hearing her request, Tianning looked at her with a complicated expression: "Third Senior Sister, are you sure you really want to use it?"
Shi Qinxin thought she was protecting the stove, and quickly said, "Junior Sister, don't worry, I just want to try it once, just once, I definitely won't break it!"
Tian Ning wasn't worried about that; even if the sect leader used his full strength, he wouldn't damage the stove.
"Alright."
Tianning took out the stove and went to read a storybook, leaving Shi Qinxin to do whatever she wanted.
Looking at the so-called ancient magic artifact, Shi Qinxin specially selected her best mid-grade pills. Her previous best result was three pills in one batch. She believed that with the blessing of the ancient magic artifact, she could at least get more than five pills, if not a full batch like her junior sister.
She took out the materials, proceeding carefully and meticulously step by step, not daring to make any mistakes, eagerly anticipating the completion of the elixir.
Then, the moment she opened the pot lid, she saw a low-grade pill.
Shi Qinxin: "???"
Clutching the pill in her hand blankly, Shi Qinxin looked at Tianning, who was reading a storybook beside her: "Junior Sister, could I...?"
"Go ahead and refine it." Tian Ning waved his hand dismissively.
This time, Shi Qinxin tried to refine the simplest low-level pills, but she failed to even form a pill.
Shi Qinxin: "..."
Looking at the stove, she fell into self-doubt.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought popped into her head: could this stove not be some ancient magical artifact meant to help alchemists enhance their skills? Judging from the results of her two alchemy attempts… could it be something used to restrict alchemists' ability to refine pills?
Thinking back to the junior sister's two consecutive batches of top-grade pills.
If this level of restriction is so strict, then how terrifying must Junior Sister's alchemy skills be...?
Her guess was indeed correct. As for Tian Ning's true alchemy skills, she would witness them firsthand at the Six Sects Grand Competition in the future.
At this moment, Fu Hongming came in from outside looking for Tianning.
"Junior Sister, a disciple from the Discipline Hall just came over and asked me to inform you that the sect will be holding an internal competition in a couple of days, and all of you newly recruited disciples will have to participate in the individual competition."
Tianning lazily put down the storybook, not really wanting to go.
Having spent so much time together, Fu Hongming knew her personality well, so he encouraged her, "The top ten in each individual competition get generous rewards! Go for it, junior sister! Your senior brother believes in you!"
Tianning agreed and thought, "I'll go then."
Shi Qinxin, who overheard the entire conversation, inexplicably pulled Fu Hongming to her second senior brother Jiang Xi's courtyard. She even used telepathy to lure Long Aotian, who was picking up trash outside, back with a mid-grade spirit stone.
"What's wrong? Don't you know how precious my time is when I'm picking up trash?" Long Aotian saw the three people besides Tian Ning as soon as he came in.
"What kind of secret meeting are you having behind your junior sister's back?"
Shi Qinxin said succinctly: "Fourth junior brother, the individual competition for this batch of new disciples will begin in a few days."
"So what?" Long Aotian didn't see anything wrong with it: "Isn't that kind of competition a piece of cake?"
Ask anyone present, who wasn't the champion of their own individual competition that year?
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