"Hmm, if this brat stays, he'll be an uncertain factor."
Gu Haoran nodded indifferently. "It'll save us a lot of trouble to get rid of him while he's still young. Otherwise, he'll be a huge problem for us. As long as we get rid of him … then we won't have anything to worry about with Big Beard anymore. It seems like this Intermediate Alchemist Competition … is destined to be a gathering of geniuses. Hehe … I'm really looking forward to this competition! "
Amidst the indifferent chuckles, a violent gust of wind whistled past, causing the three's green robes to flutter loudly.
Pieces of yellow-green leaves were swept up by the gust of wind, constantly dancing in the air.
At the same time, Chu Chen had just stepped out of the Alchemist Tower's area. A chubby white hamster appeared on his shoulder. The little hamster raised its head to look at the biting cold gust of wind and the withered leaves that were swept up in the air. In an instant, an indescribable feeling appeared in its eyes.
"The wind is rising …"
With a soft sigh, the little hamster muttered to itself, seemingly a little absent-minded.
"After being calm for so long, the wind is rising in the end …"
At night in the Medicine Palace.
The moonlight was hazy, like a dream. Rays of faint silver moonlight spread down like layers of gauze, covering the entire world, causing the entire world to be filled with layers of gentle and tranquil halos.
Under the gentle moonlight, Chu Chen's fingers moved slightly. Rays of gentle spiritual energy continuously coiled around his body, finally transforming into a lifelike spiritual energy paper crane that danced in the air.
Rays of dense spiritual energy spread out from the spiritual energy paper crane, enveloping Chu Chen and beginning to record the image he had imprinted.
Chu Chen waved his hand slightly at the spiritual energy paper crane, his face filled with a soothing smile.
"Meng 'er, long time no see. Did you miss me recently? I haven't received your spiritual energy paper crane for a long time. You seemed to have been in seclusion for a particularly long time. "
"My cultivation is about to step into the Spirit Stream Realm. I reckon I'll catch up to you soon. I don't know if your sect's cultivation mission is very heavy, but … I'm already very strong. So, you don't have to risk your life. I can already protect you … "
"It has already become a habit for me to send you spiritual power paper cranes every month, so you must inform me as soon as you come out of seclusion. I'm already very powerful, and I'll only become more and more powerful. Right now, we don't need to be afraid of anyone bullying us anymore. So, come back quickly. "
"I miss you so much …"
…
Chu Chen smiled and waved his hand as he spoke in a low voice.
Seeing the spirit energy paper crane turn into a stream of light and fly out of the window into the boundless night, the smile on his face quickly disappeared and was replaced by a strong sense of longing and sadness.
How long has it been? Ever since Biquan Xianzong left, he had been separated from his little junior sister. Counting the days, it had been at least two years.
After two years of separation, that intense lovesickness did not disappear at all. Instead, it became even more intense.
Such a deep and heavy lovesickness slowly fermented, accumulated, and grew in the bottom of his heart. In the end, it gradually grew to a degree that was almost unbearable.
Ever since he entered the Medicine Palace, Chu Chen's cultivation had never stopped. Refining pills, collecting medicinal flames, excavating spirit springs, evolving cultivation methods, and going deep into flame pits … In Chu Chen's life, besides cultivation, there was cultivation. There was no time for relaxation or leisure at all.
In fact, although the life of a cultivator was poor, there were not many disciples who could work as hard as Chu Chen.
Many students, disciples, and cultivators would basically let themselves relax and rest for a period of time in between cultivation.
Truth be told, most of the cultivators did not spend much time on cultivation. For the ordinary disciples of the Medicine Palace, as long as they were able to concoct a few medicinal pills, they would be able to exchange them for a considerable amount of spirit stones in the outside world.
A single spirit stone was enough to exchange for dozens of taels of gold. In the secular world, this was an incomparably rich wealth.
Many cultivators would buy some land, houses, gardens, and other places in the secular world to indulge themselves in between cultivation.
They would either plant tea and flowers, enjoy the scenery, or indulge themselves in the mountains and forests.
Many cultivators even bought a large number of beautiful wives and concubines in the secular world, living a life of debauchery and luxury.
After all, the whole world was still in a period of peace. There were no earth-shattering wars, nor were there any invasions of demons.
Moreover, compared to the people in the secular world, cultivators had a long lifespan and a lot of luck. Their bodies were also very healthy, and there was no disease or disaster. Why should they live such a tiring life?
Occasionally, they would refine a few pills and sell them. It was enough for them to squander for a long, long time. Even if the sky fell, there would be the Sect Masters, Sect Masters, and those amazing Senior Brothers of the major sects to block it. What did it have to do with them?
Although it sounded inconceivable, a considerable number of students from the Medicine Palace did live with such an attitude.
Although they also had some talent, they were not outstanding enough and could not be compared with the geniuses of the Heavenly Court. However, they were far better than ordinary rogue cultivators and disciples of small sects.
Therefore, they often invited a few friends to go sightseeing.
As for the Intermediate Medicine Masters Competition, Advanced Medicine Masters Competition, and so on, even if they participated, they would not be able to get a good ranking. Why should they waste their time and energy?
Even among the disciples of the Heavenly Court, which was known as the most competitive place, a considerable number of them would often give themselves a year and a half to enjoy themselves after cultivating for a period of time.
What was the purpose of a person's life? Wasn't it to obtain a more leisurely and enjoyable life after gaining fame and status?!
However, Chu Chen was different. Ever since he entered the Medicine Palace, Chu Chen's pace of life had been very fast. It was as if there was something behind him that made him constantly cultivate and become stronger. He never thought of resting for a year and a half to enjoy the fun of life.
And the main reason for all of this was because of that delicate and beautiful figure that haunted his dreams. Little Junior Sister ah …
The three years of useless life in the Biquan Xianzong had not only trained Chu Chen's incomparably tenacious character and mentality, but also let him see the cruelest law of survival in this world.
In fact, brutality was not a sin. Being weak was.
Being weak... was the original sin in this world!
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