On Frost Island.
Fang Xia and Fang Wei were brought to the depths of a mine by a disciple who looked like a supervisor. The brother and sister looked at the burly miner who was dressed in rags and looked like a beggar. They scanned his body with their Divine Senses a few times, but there was no trace of Dharma power. It was as if he was a mortal.
The burly man fiddled with the jade token in his hand for a moment before raising his head to look at the pair of twins with a playful expression. "Are you two from Huang Li Island?"
Although Fang Xia did not know why Spiritual Master Hu would give a jade token to a mortal, she did not neglect him. Instead, she said, "That's right!"
"Good, come with me!"
Hearing Fang Xia's answer, the strong man felt a little excited for some reason. He turned around and walked towards the depths of the mine.
Fang Xia and Fang Wei looked at each other and followed behind the man. But after a few steps, they suddenly realized that their magic power had lost connection with the concentric core space. It was like a rootless duckweed, evaporating completely in an instant.
Fang Xia and Fang Wei exclaimed and hurriedly retreated. But they heard the strong man laugh, "You're already here, where do you think you're going?"
"Whoosh whoosh." The sound of the wind could be heard. The sturdy man actually attacked the two siblings with his bare hands. The two tried to block, but they didn't have any magic power. How could they be a match for the sturdy man? They were punched to the ground by the sturdy man.
At this time, two girls came out from one of the tunnels and saw the two people on the ground. One of them laughed and said, "Senior Martial Brother Zhong, why did you knock them out? Aren't you afraid that Junior Martial Brother Lu will come after you in the future?"
The burly man laughed and said, "The two of them are only candidates for Junior Brother Lu to pass my test. Junior Brother Lu's standards are very high, and it's extremely difficult for ordinary disciples to enter his eyes. Otherwise, he wouldn't be without a registered disciple until now. It's not that easy to learn my 'Telepathic Sword'. If I don't teach them a lesson, how can it be done? But this is also good. The mining mission for the remaining year is settled. "
In the back mountain of Heaven Spirit Mountain, Wang Qi's hair stood on end as he was stared at by an ordinary-looking woodcutter. The woodcutter didn't seem to have any Zhen Yuan fluctuations, but his gaze was like a knife, cutting across Wang Qi's body, leaving him at a loss.
After a long time, he finally looked away from the woodcutter, and a cold voice that sounded like metal rubbing against metal rang out, "You are Wang Qi?"
Wang Qi was startled. "I am indeed Wang Qi."
"Alright then!"
The woodcutter threw a shoulder pole and an ax on the ground and said, "Pick these things up."
Wang Qi hesitated for a moment before asking, "May I ask what this, um, senior wants me to do?"
The woodcutter narrowed his eyes and stared blankly at Wang Qi, not saying a word.
Wang Qi had no choice but to bend down and pick up the shoulder pole and ax on the ground. However, the moment the shoulder pole and ax touched his hands, Wang Qi's protective arcane energy seemed to be suddenly sealed. Wang Qi was shocked and quickly threw the things in his hands on the ground. However, he still couldn't circulate any arcane energy in his body. It was as if his heart core space had been completely cut off from his bloodline.
Wang Qi suppressed the shock in his heart and looked coldly at the person in front of him. "What did you do? Why did my cultivation suddenly disappear?"
The woodcutter was still expressionless, but a hint of admiration flashed across his eyes. He said coldly, "Pick up your shoulder pole and ax. For the time being, you will be an obedient woodcutter under me."
Watching the woodcutter leave, Wang Qi's expression changed. No one knew what he was thinking, but in the end, he still picked up the things on the ground and followed the woodcutter.
In front of the Pill Pavilion, an alchemy apprentice guarding the door looked at the cowering disciple with disdain. He had seen many people like this. Cultivation was difficult, and many cultivators in the sect wanted to go to the Pill Pavilion to see if they could learn some alchemy skills after they had some achievements. However, they didn't know that it was so easy to become an alchemy master. Most people would be badly injured in the Pill Pavilion, and the cultivation resources that they had accumulated over decades would be used up in an instant. In the end, they couldn't even become an alchemy apprentice. In the end, they could only leave with their tails between their legs.
Thinking about this, the alchemy apprentice's face flashed with ridicule. He coughed and said, "Kid, what are you doing here? Do you know where this is? This is the Pill Pavilion. Do you know what it is? Is it a place you can enter as you please? "
The cultivators in the Pill Pavilion smiled knowingly at this scene. They had seen this scene many times. The Pill Pavilion had always been strict in selecting people, and very few people could enter the Pill Pavilion's eyes. However, the Pill Pavilion's position in the sect had always been at the top, and there were many cultivators who flocked to it. However, out of a hundred cultivators, ninety-nine of them came in high spirits and left in disappointment. The cultivation resources that they had accumulated over decades were used up in the blink of an eye. Many of them wanted to cry but had no tears.
The remaining one might be able to concoct a few types of pills, but it was extremely difficult for him to become an alchemist. If he didn't display a certain level of talent, and the Pill Pavilion spared no effort in providing him with cultivation resources, he wouldn't be able to withstand the consumption of cultivation resources if he relied solely on his own efforts.
The alchemy apprentice thought that his scolding would be enough to scare this inexperienced Early Blood Condensation cultivator away. Many Mid Blood Condensation cultivators, and even Core Forging cultivators, had been defeated by the Pill Pavilion. You're just an Early Blood Condensation cultivator, Minor Repairs. It's for your own good that you're being ordered to leave by the Pill Pavilion. If I wait until you use up your last spirit stone, then you'll truly be crying but have no tears.
For a moment, the alchemy apprentice felt a sense of superiority in his heart. He felt that even though he was guarding the door of the Pill Pavilion, he was a level higher than the other cultivators in the Zhenling Sect. He felt a little smug.
However, the scene of this Early Blood Condensation cultivator retreating in embarrassment did not happen. Instead, the Early Blood Condensation cultivator took out a palm-sized iron token from his pocket. He held it in his hand, his eyes evasive. He wanted to hand it over, but he didn't know what to do.
As a result, the alchemy apprentice was a little displeased. I've already made things so clear, why doesn't this Early Blood Condensation cultivator give up? Look at his wretched appearance, he doesn't have the transcendent temperament of a Pill Pavilion cultivator. He's even holding an iron token in his hand. Hmm, could it be the token of a senior cultivator? I need to be more careful about this. However, such people usually end up worse off. The Pill Pavilion doesn't care about your identity. Although they're polite to these cultivators who have backing, they'll still stab them in the back and make them retreat.
The alchemy apprentice's displeased expression turned into a sneer. "Why aren't you leaving yet? You're holding a token in your hand. Could it be that you're another Enlightened Master's disciple? "
The cultivator quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, this is just … just an item that Master Immortal Fang Tao gave to me. He wanted me to bring it to the Pill Pavilion to take a look."
The sneer on the alchemy apprentice's face deepened. Master Immortal? That's what Zhenling calls some Blood Condensation cultivators. Looks like the cultivator behind this Pill Pavilion cultivator is just a Blood Condensation cultivator. Fang Tao? I've never heard of this name before.
The alchemy apprentice threw away the last shred of respect he had. He directly snatched the iron token from the cultivator's hand and said, "What is this? Let me see."
The iron token was quite heavy in his hand. He didn't know what it was made of. There was a pill furnace carved on the front, and below the furnace was a blazing flame. The word "Lu" was carved on the back of the iron token.
"What the hell is this?"
The alchemy apprentice couldn't see anything special about the iron token. He sneered, "You want to sneak into the Pill Pavilion with an iron token? Go back to where you came from! "
Several cultivators from the Pill Pavilion who were watching from the sidelines burst into laughter. Such a scene often appeared at the entrance of the Pill Pavilion. This was also a common tactic used by the Pill Pavilion's apprentice alchemists to ridicule those cultivators who thought they had some status: Don't you have status? The Pill Pavilion's status is even higher than yours!
The alchemy apprentice looked at the cultivator's flushed face and curled his lips. His expression was full of disdain. He didn't even have the mood to mock the cultivator anymore. He directly threw the iron token to the ground, too lazy to even speak to the person in front of him.
The cultivator hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the iron plate. Unexpectedly, the Alchemy Apprentice had already predicted that he would do this. The iron plate contained a hidden force that directly broke apart the Alchemy Apprentice's magic power, causing the iron plate to fall to the ground even faster.
However, just as the iron token was about to fall to the ground, suddenly there was a sound of "huh". A gentle force dissolved the force on the iron token. The iron token spun and flew up again, landing in the hands of a young cultivator.
Everyone in the Pill Pavilion was startled and quickly bowed. Even a few cultivators who looked like they were at the Core Forging stage were no exception. They said in unison, "Greetings, Master Tao!"
Master Tao ignored the people in front of him and looked at the iron token in his hand with a strange expression. Then he turned the iron token upside down and a word "Lu" appeared in front of him.
Master Tao sucked in a breath of cold air and the corner of his eyes jumped a few times. But he quickly calmed down and walked in front of the somewhat uneasy cultivator. He said, "Where are you from? What's your name? Who gave you this token? "
This time, it was the alchemy apprentice's turn to break out in a cold sweat. Even an idiot knew that he had hit an iron plate. That iron token definitely had a great background, but he really didn't know it!
Faced with Master Tao's question, the cultivator's expression became even more uneasy, but he still replied in a low voice, "Disciple Tian Yue greets Master Tao. I came from Huang Li Island. This token was given to me by Immortal Fang Tao."
Huang Li Island. This kid came from Huang Li Island. There was a "Lu" behind the iron token. Could it be, could it be …
The alchemy apprentice was no longer in a cold sweat. Now, he only felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. His whole body was trembling.
"I also have a token like this."
Master Tao returned the iron token to Tian Yue. His words seemed to prove something. The alchemy apprentice's face was already as white as a sheet.
"But yours is much better than mine!"
The alchemy apprentice wanted to cry but no tears came out.
"Come in with me!"
Master Tao said to Tian Yue.
When he walked in front of the alchemy apprentice, Master Tao expressionlessly looked at the few alchemy apprentices standing at the door and said coldly, "I don't want to see something like this happen again in the future."
Tian Yue blindly followed Master Tao into the Pill Pavilion. The alchemy apprentice from before looked as if he had just escaped from death. He sat on the steps in front of the Pill Pavilion and panted heavily. There was no trace of the temperament of a Pill Pavilion cultivator on him.
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