Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality - Chapter 36

Chapter 36




Su Yu's small kitchen is located in a secluded courtyard of Zhiqiong Peak.

Su Yu didn't change place because she feels that chefs pay attention to physical strength. Each kitchen workers have to stand still and only move their hands. Therefore, if she has to walk from her own courtyard to this small kitchen every day, it can be considered exercise.

In addition, along the way, she can also view the daily situation of Zhiqiong Peak, which is her entire kitchen staff.

But now, three rays of light fall from the sky and into this remote yard, which is very conspicuous.

"What's that?"

"There is nothing else there except the small kitchen of Senior Sister."

"... Senior sister is concocting alchemy again?"

"Hissss."

Even Yan Yan, who continued to practice in the sword forest, couldn't help but stop his sword moves. He looked to the distance with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

However—

In the kitchen, Hang Wan'er and Su Yu are facing each other.

After a while, Su Yu coughed lightly. She was defeated by the lingering admiration in her younger junior sister's eyes and looked down at the black gold plate in her hand.

After the red glow dissipated, a golden hairpin shone brightly on the black gold porcelain plate.

One side of the golden hairpin has a small four-branches coral that looks like four claws, with dangling golden tassels.

Isn't this the hot and sour chicken feet she made?

If this hairpin is inserted in their hair bun, the tassels must shake three times every one step and blind everyone's sight with golden lights.

Su Yu supported her forehead.

"Senior, senior, sister..." Hang Wan'er also covered her red lips in shock.

'I can't believe it. Did I spit this out? My gosh!'

Su Yu also feel fortunate.

Fortunately, Master Su always pays attention to details and cleans the chicken feet thoroughly.

So now, this hairpin is all gilded gold with no flaws. Otherwise, it would look funny.

After Master Su could bear her emotion, her face calmed down. "Yes. It looks very suitable for you. Senior Sister has already said that it is specially prepared for you and the junior sisters. You could try and wear it."

'Try it and wear it... It's mine once I try it.'

Hang Wan'er reached out her hand cautiously, picked up the golden hairpin, and took a deep breath.

Each gold tassel has three rouge-colored gems the size of pearls and rice grains. They were trembling when they were picked up, overflowing with the rays of light with three halos, as if they were the authentication of the heavens that just fell from the sky.

'Superior Grade Three Magical Artifacts!'

Her original double hairpin was only a second-grade low-level magic weapon filled with aura. It can slice and stab the enemy, but it has no extra decoration and no additional power. It's just a common attacking magic weapon in reddish gold color.

Hang Wan'er clutched her heart, which was jumping like a chicken. She couldn't help but touch the fringe on her hairpin. Her face was blushing, and joy overflowed from her eyes. She held her breath while carefully picking up the tasseled hairpin with both hands and putting it against her temple.

"Well, it's quite beautiful and matches your red clothes." Su Yu nodded cheekily. "Next time, tell Senior Sister if you want other styles."

Hang Wan'er was stunned.

'Other styles?'

She has had only one pair of hairpins for more than ten years. They have never been replaced, no matter where she goes.

"Ask your Fifth Senior Brother to go and buy you a makeup box." Su Yu looked at the golden hairpin she held. "In the future, you can change your accessories according to your clothes, mood, and occasion."

Master Su is a person with high aesthetics. She always pursues details in the combination of colors and shapes.

Hang Wan'er trembled when she heard it.

"Makeup box..." How many third-grade hairpin magic weapons?

Even with this one, she feels that she is the happiest female cultivator.

Hang Wan'er was fluttering, but she soon thought of business.

"Second Senior Sister, I will send it to our Junior Sisters."

Su Yu nodded.

Hang Wan'er was instantly full of strength, but she stopped after she stood up from the chair. "Then should I inform younger sisters in advance so that they can be psychologically prepared?"

"Huh?" Su Yu raised her eyebrows.

"Eating a pill and spitting out a magic weapon really scared me to death, Second Senior Sister."

"..."

Two days later is the last day before the second round of the big competition.

At mid-day, Xi Quan was still on time. His flying sword landed slowly in Zhiqiong Peak's sword forest.

Without saying a word, he threw out six incense sticks to the ground and pulled out Elder Zhang's fifth-grade spirit sword.

"Senior Xi Quan, offended!"

"Here I am, look at my sword—"

"Senior Brother Xi, look at the combination of swords I practiced with Brother Sixteen..."

Everyone is accustomed to Xi Quan's 'hourly work' style. They knew that he would rush back after half past five incense sticks.

Led by Yan Yan, everyone from Zhiqiong Peak rushed towards Xi Quan and the fifth-grade spirit sword.

Xi Quan nodded secretly.

Yan Yan has made a lot of progress. His sword qi is restrained, and he is calmer. Others also had touched the threshold.

Yesterday, they managed to break seventy or eighty percent of the sword qi.

However, it was not enough.

Xi Quan was in awe. He looked at the fifth incense stick next to him, and the red light was already flickering.

Zhiqiong Peak's strength is still far from the strength of the top six places of third-rank peaks.

The time is still too short.

Cultivation requires perseverance. In just a few days, they can't have a leap in cultivation and sword tactics unless they got an adventure.

"You guys did a great job."

Xi Quan rarely nodded, but his eyes swept straight to the last position, the red-clothed female cultivator, and he paused.

In the past few days, she has lost all her energy. She, a dignified foundation-building stage, has fallen behind her younger brothers and sisters, who are only in the Qi Refining stage. On the first day, even when she knelt down, she would still have the tenacity to fly toward him.

He is afraid that she has been hit hard.

Xi Quan sighed and counted.

"Five sticks of incense and a half. Today is—"

He is going back to the Wanjian mountain.

But before he finished speaking, when he had just stretched out his hand to pick up the half-burned incense from the ground, a phantom firey light suddenly stabbed towards his right side!

Xi Quan wanted to use his sword to resist, but he realized he was holding the incense stick in his hand.

He secretly noticed how bad this was. He immediately condensed his spiritual energy to resist, but another red light came in an instant. A golden hairpin stabbed at him from the other side.

As soon as he blocked with his aura, Xi Quan looked at the person who came. When he saw that it was Hang Wan'er in red clothes, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

He thought she had given up.3

She's been at the end these days—

However, when he was distracted, the golden hairpin swayed slightly in his arms. The four glowy tassels suddenly burst out like chains, breaking the spiritual energy defense in his arms!

He is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and all the disciples of Zhiqiong Peak are at Foundation Building or below. However, this magic weapon was extremely strange. The four tassels gleaming with precious light turned into sharp claws. They pierced the back of his arm, the most sparsely protected part, from a tricky angle.

For a moment, his right hand seemed to be smashed into flesh by a third-grade evil phoenix's gold claw. He was unable to move!

Within a few puffs of breath, he shook the four tassels, which sharply cut the sixth stick of incense in his hand.

"Junior sisters, come on!" Hang Waner shouted with a pale face.

In the blink of an eye, several colorful lights, slightly different but similar golden hairpins, flew in unison. They are rushing towards the sword force released by the fifth-grade spirit sword.

One after another, four-clawed phantoms scrambled to stab at the same place sharply.

An embankment for a thousand miles could be destroyed by a nest of ants.

Four larger and larger claw holes suddenly appeared on the ferocious sword energy. The energy suddenly dissipated in the air like a collapsed building.

Xi Quan's face changed color, and he took three steps back.

Even though he reacted quickly, the dispersed sword energy and hairpin claws swept across his robe... Claw holes were left behind and torn his robes piece by piece.

Xi Quan: ...

"Thank you for Senior Xi Quan's recent guidance."

The golden hairpin flew back to Hang Wan'er's hands. Her face was pale, but her eyes were full of brilliance.

Xi Quan pondered, "You were observing my habits for a few days, and you knew that every time I am in the fifth and a half incense sticks, I was eager to go back to the mountain, and my mind was relaxed. You waited until the last moment before you shot. "

Hang Wan'er did not speak.

A successful hunter will not tell the prey their hunting method.

They would hover in the air like a vicious phoenix, staring hard at their prey until it revealed any flaws.

After seeing the opportunity, the golden claw came out - this is the revelation given to her by Senior Sister's Phoenix Claw elixir!

Xi Quan frowned. "Your hairpin method has changed a lot. It is fierce and strange and only targets people's weak points. You know that I looked down on you, and my defense is slack. So you take the shot and utilize my weakness."

"I didn't expect your hairpins and your Seven Emotions and Six Desires practice to become one in just a few days."

Xi Quan sighed. Many cultivators could not do this in their entire lives.

Cultivators who practice the Seven Emotions and Six Desires exercises are good at comprehending the changes in people's hearts.

With her new magic weapon, she made a sudden attack and achieved twice the result with half the effort.

Xi Quan nodded. His eyes couldn't help but have some appreciation that he didn't have the day before.

Hang Wan'er looked at the small kitchen from a distance with a moved expression.

Her Second Sister taught her.

The Phoenix Claw elixir allowed her to comprehend—

Her chance is already in her heart.

It turns out that she is not weak, but she has never found her own way.

She mistakenly thought that she could fight face to face with others like ordinary sword cultivators, but this method was not suitable for her.

From today onwards, Hang Wan'er is a new person!

"Zhiqiong Peak, at five and a half incense sticks, today you broke it."

Xi Quan retracted his sword, but his face changed immediately after speaking, and he hurriedly flew to the sky.

Oops, he only had half a column of incense earlier, and now it was time to return to Wanjian Mountain, but he was still talking.

He flew three feet away in an instant while dropping a heavy echo in the air.

"Tomorrow's second round of competition will be more difficult than today. You are not facing a sword-like dead thing, nor will you face me, who is merciful. Don't be careless."

Yan Yan and Hang Wan'er all raised their heads in awe.

After a while, Little Sixteenth, Zhao Ran, picked up the sword he had dropped on the ground. He was full of admiration, "Senior Brother Xi Quan left without taking any snacks."

Yu Dong couldn't help but laugh. "It's because we are too slow. It's the time when Senior Brother Xi Quan has to go back to Wanjian Mountain."

Then he looked at Hang Wan'er in doubt, "Your hairpin magic weapon, I have never seen it before."

Hang Wan'er nodded.

Soon, a few junior sisters were chatting around.

"Seventh Senior Sister, let's chat together again today. Will you take more Phoenix Claw pills?"

"I got a second-grade hairpin yesterday!"

"Hey, I'm a bit unlucky. The best I got was just first grade."

"It's okay. Chances are, maybe you can spit out a third-grade hairpin this time."3

Yu Dong: "?"

All the male disciples of Zhiqiong Peak: "???"

Hang Wan'er had a happy face and waved at her junior sisters. "Go, go to my room and eat it while chatting. Before the big competition, we should open another batch of treasure hairpins!"

Male disciples: ...

...

On the next day, the bells and drums of the martial art arena rang loudly.

"The Nanxun third-rank sorting competition will be carried out at the Bitao Mountain next to the Library Pavilion."

"Twelve peaks, please hurry up."

The majestic voice of the elders of the Precept Hall resounded through all the 108 peaks.

The disciples rushed out from the third-rank peaks.

Several second-class peaks even send their disciples to watch the battle.

In this round, once the top three positions of third-rank peaks are determined, they are eligible to challenge second-rank peaks.

In Nanxun, the strength of second-rank peaks is several times that of the third-rank peaks.

But there are exceptions. For example, two years ago. Yuqiong Peak was third-place amongst third-rank peaks. But suddenly, their chief disciple, Qian Qingqiu, leveled up in the second round of the competition to the pinnacle of the Golden Core. The power of group qin sounds formation with his junior brothers and sisters was multiplied. One song could disturb the minds of eight Golden Core, and they directly defeated the second-rank peak they challenged.

Although there are not many accidents like this, most second-rank peaks are now alert.

So the few second-rank peaks in lower standings all come to watch this third-rank competition.

Qian Qingqiu also went out with his junior brother, Lin Zhen, and they happened to meet Su Yu and others who were slow to set off from Zhiqiong Peak.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Sister Su, I thought you were already in front and arrived in the Pavilion."

They were a little slower than their spectators.

When Yuqiong Peak was vying for the position, they came early to observe the terrain and guess the elder's challenge to prepare in advance.

But unexpectedly, Su Yu stood on Hang Wan'er's red silk and spread her hands.

"I wanted to go early, but something went wrong."

"Huh?" Qian Qingqiu was surprised.

There's nothing more important than a battle for the position.

Before Su Yu finished speaking, he heard a few younger brothers and sisters could not help but speak.

"Senior Brother Qian, blame me. Before going out, I insisted on opening some lucky treasure again, and we were delayed..."

"No, it's me." Zhao Ran shook his head and sighed. "I knew these were my sisters' hairpins, but I couldn't hold back and opened them for my sisters. Hey, I didn't expect this feeling was so good that I opened it six times in a row. But all of them were just first-grade magic weapons."

"Senior brother, I don't want what you spit out. Keep these six for yourself!"

"Okay, I'll hang them on my sword. I'll give you something else later."

Qian Qingqiu: ...

'What is this tone? Are you not satisfied with getting six pieces of first-grade magic weapons? Why are you still pushing it back and forth?'

Why does it sound like Zhiqiong Peak has more magic weapons than his junior siblings, who are from a second-class peak?

What is "opening lucky treasures"?

Lin Zhen couldn't help but be curious. He was about to ask, but he was interrupted.

Su Yu quickly raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "Concentrate on your journey."

Who would have thought that a plate of hot and sour chicken feet would have slightly different styles and grades of gold hairpins?

But Master Su has also figured it out these days. After all, those chicken feet were not chopped from only one monster.

The rank of the magic weapon is usually directly related to the rank of the monster itself. After passing through the Five Elements Pot, the level can be raised by about half rank at most.

However, the side effects are also obvious.

The fun of opening lucky boxes made all her younger brothers and sisters fall.

"Don't play with things, or I will never make it again."

The excited disciples of Zhiqiong Peak suddenly shut up.

Qian Qingqiu suppressed his curiosity and hurriedly saluted. "Then everyone, I wish you all success."

After saying that, he looked at Yu Dong and smiled at him. "Zhu Ying went home these few days, and she can't come today. I will watch you on her behalf."

Yu Dong immediately clasped his fists, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qian."

Su Yu raised her eyebrows. Could it be that the plot of her Fifth Junior Brother and sister-in-law has already begun? Is Zhu Ying's family about to have an accident?

During the chat, they kept going at a constant speed, heading towards an eight-story high pavilion in the center of the sect.

Soon, when Su Yu was thinking, she saw the full scenery of the Library Pavillion.

Behind it is a steep and precipitous mountain with a broken wall, overlooking a magnificent rolling river condensed with aura.

This formation continuously draws spiritual power from heaven and earth. It has not been breached for a hundred years.

It can withstand the full attack of twelve Immortal Ascension cultivators.

Su Yu stood on the red silk with her hands behind her back. She looked at this scenery from a distance and couldn't help but feel amazed in her chest.

It is every chef's blessing to be able to stand here and cook.

The twelve red-robed elders of the Precept Hall sit in the first row. They are today's judges.

Behind the twelve elders are reserved seats for all third-rank peak masters. Only one of the twelve is missing.

"Second Senior Sister, that is your seat."

"Second Senior Sister, go ahead. We are all standing behind you."

Everyone from Zhiqiong Peak couldn't help but speak.

Su Yu nodded. She cheekily put her hands behind her back, and under the astonished gazes of the group of onlookers, she walked down from the flying red silk and walked towards the seat of Zhiqiong Peak's peak master seat amongst these bunch of Nascent Soul masters.1

She couldn't help but sweep her gaze to the other eleven third-rank peak masters.

The highest level of the peak masters is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. The lowest level is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. They couldn't help but look at her, a young girl who was only at the Qi Refining stage.

The most absurd scene of the Nanxun Sect appeared between their eyes.

Su Yu, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, had her hands on her back. She calmly nodded to the other Nascent Soul peak masters.

Not only did she not feel any coercion among this crowd of Nascent Souls, but she also took out a tea set from her spatial storage bag and poured some spiritual water into a purple clay pot.

The ninth-place and eleventh-place peak masters next to her were dumbfounded.

Even the ruling elders in the front row turned their heads, including the red-robed elder who presided over the Zhiqiong Peak's ring before. He was sitting right in front of her. His forehead twitched, and he turned around to look at her.

Su Yu immediately greeted him warmly, "Seniors, would you like to drink tea with me? The weather is dry and turbulent, so you should replenish water to reduce heat."

"..."

The onlookers were all stunned.

'How dare you!'

"Hmph, even a little Qi Refiner dare to take a seat here." Yi Ge, the master of the second-place peak, with long white hair and a long white beard, said with a loud voice, "Did Taoist Mu not teach you the rules!"

After saying that, he swayed his sleeves, and a terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul stage swept towards Su Yu.

Chen Shuxin, who was standing behind him, held his sword and smiled at the panicked appearance of Zhiqiong Peak's disciples and the other onlookers.

But within half a second, this coercion was canceled by sword energy in the air.

"Yi Ge, the sect forbids private fights with peak masters. Don't you know?"

The sword qi tore through the clouds. Corners of a robe floated out from it, and Elder Zhang stepped into the open space in front of the Library Pavilion.

A wooden hairpin was placed on his head, and his black and white intertwined hair was pulled up in a bun. There is no beard on his face, but the wrinkles are still there.2

"Elder Zhang?"

"The Guardian Elder of Wanjian Mountain?"

Everyone was surprised. He looked so weird.

Only the disciples of Zhiqiong Peak breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Zhang, what do you mean by running out of the Wanjian Mountain? Don't you have to guard the formation?" Yi Ge, the master of the second-place peak, frowned.

Elder Zhang didn't even look at him. "What has it to do with you? Why don't you become the sect leader if you are so idle?"

Yi Ge took a deep breath.

Elder Zhang glanced at Chen Shuxin casually. "Little Chen boy, you move a chair for this old man and put it next to Little Niece Su."

Chen Shuxin suddenly felt as if he was stared at by a fifth-grade monster. A thin layer of sweat condensed on the back of his neck.

But he was stunned for a moment.

'Little Niece Su?'

All the peak masters and the ruling elders were also surprised.

Su Yu stood up and smiled. "Elder Zhang, why don't you take my seat first?"

Chen Shuxin was stunned.

'Is she Little Niece Su?'

He couldn't help but think of what Xu Meng had told him. Zhiqiong Peak really has a relationship with an elder of Wanjian Mountain.

He looked up and saw Elder Zhang sweep away his stern expression and graciously wave at Su Yu. "You sit. Isn't this your position? Your master handed it down from his ancestors."

Chen Shuxin was shocked.

Elder Zhang looked coldly at several Nascent Soul Peak Masters.

"Some people should hold back even when they are unhappy. Otherwise, they can go to Zhiqiong Peak and apply to be a chief disciple under Elder Mu. Then, they can sit in that position."

Everyone was speechless.

The eleventh-place Peak Master, Yuan Rong, has a round and amiable face. His white robe is even more gentle-looking. He stood up while smiling and said, "Elder Zhang, why don't you sit here with me."

"Yes, Yuan boy, you have a good temper."

Elder Zhang stroked his beard subconsciously, but when he felt the smooth texture of his chin, he paused. His eyebrows were curved, and he sat between Su Yu and Yuan Rong.

'Yuan boy?'

The crowd did not dare to look up.

Yuan Rong is at least three hundred years old.

However, when Elder Zhang sat down next to him, he still had to be polite.

"An elder of the Wanjian Mountain actually go against the second-place Peak Master for her."

Someone said softly, "Is it because she can do alchemy?"

Everyone shook their heads. "Just a second-grade alchemist. An elder in the Nascent Soul stage will not take her seriously."

Halfway through the discussion, a red-robed ruling elder stood up.

"Silence."

"Third-rank peaks ranking competition, the first challenge of the day—"

The red-robed elder turned around and faced the towering Library Pavillion with his hexagonal silver bells.

"Comprehending Test?"

"In the past few years, challenges related to the library are considered safe. They also come with opportunities. The last three peaks also got opportunities."

"I just wanted to see how Zhiqiong played. Their first round was so much fun."

The disciples, who were onlookers or supporters, were watching in midair. They were talking to each other.

But after a while, they saw the red-robed elder in front of them pointing to the steep cliff behind the library!

"The first challenge - climbing Bitao Mountain."

Everyone was stunned.

Bitao Mountain is named after a spiritual vein at the foot of the mountain that melts into water.

[T/N: Bi (碧) = Aquamarine (blue-green color), Tao (涛) = great waves. So Bitao Mountain means a mountain with great aquamarine waves.] 

This mountain has a blade-like cliff with no climbing point. Also, because of the gathering of spiritual water, the spiritual energy is a hundred times more turbulent than that of a first-class peak. It is difficult for disciples below Nascent Soul to keep their balance against the countless spirit wind.

Bitao Mountain is a hundred miles high. The higher you go, the more ferocious the spirit wind will be.

"The peak which has the most disciples on top of the mountain before sunset wins."

After the elder in red finished speaking, he looked at the crowd of Zhiqiong Peak and then at Elder Zhang beside Su Yu before sighing softly.

"No elixirs are allowed to be taken in the middle of the climb. If you violate the rules, your score will be voided immediately."

Su Yu was taken aback.

Elder Zhang, next to her, clapped his legs, "Who made this rule?"

Wei Zhao and the rest of Zhiqiong Peak's disciples looked at each other with a wry smile.

The Spring Plum elixir refined by their second senior sister could replenish spiritual power continuously. Unfortunately, it cannot be used today.

Chen Shuxin immediately held his sword, smiled, and bowed, "This disciple takes orders."

When he raised his head, he looked at the chief disciples of his left and right and smiled tacitly at each other.

'Second Grade Alchemist? Then ban elixir!'4

Chen Shuxin led a group of Linran Peak disciples to the foot of Bitao Mountain. They passed by Wei Zhao, who was in a wheelchair, with the rest of Zhiqiong Peak's disciples. He couldn't help but sneer at him. "Junior Brother Wei, I heard you are looking for medicinal herbs to repair your golden core?"

"I might as well let you know," Chen Shuxin looked up at the vortex caused by the turbulent spiritual energy of Bitao Mountain. "Before March, all those materials in the southern border were bought by Tiansheng Academy."

Wei Zhao's complexion changed. His younger brothers and sisters behind him also paled.

Chen Shuxin couldn't help but laugh. "You are asking for Qian Qingqiu's uncle to go to the secret realm, but he found nothing? It is natural. Tiansheng Academy paid three times the price to buy it. Who would keep it for you? Those herbs were also hard to find even for a Nascent Soul."

"Why does Tiansheng Academy need so many?" Hang Wan'er was at a loss.

Chen Shuxin smiled but did not answer the question. "This competition will select ten elite disciples to go to Tiansheng Academy for student exchange. If you are lucky enough to be selected, maybe you can ask Tiansheng Academy for those spiritual materials—"

Wei Zhao frowned.

"But unfortunately," Chen Shuxin sighed, unable to hide the smile in his eyes. "You are destined to be at the bottom."

Hang Wan'er raised her eyebrows on the spot. He is deliberately annoying them!

Normally, she would have rushed up to teach him a lesson, but now she took a deep breath.

She needs to be patient until he shows weakness—

Chen Shuxin smiled and turned around. "No one will protect you. Your pearl mussel defensive weapon also can't be used anymore."

When everyone in Zhiqiong Peak heard this, their expressions became strange.

Instead, a beautiful voice sounded behind them.

"Who is this person?" Su Yu asked while taking out something from her bag, "Huh? Isn't this the Chen boy who just moved a chair to me?"

Chen Shuxin: "...!"

He turned around and sneered, "You better not fall from the mountain first, or it will be funny. Let's go!"

With a wave of his sleeves, he led his younger disciples to the front row.

At the foot of Bitao Mountain, twelve competing peaks, ranked according to their strength, from strong to weak, lined up from east to west.

Each peak is 50 feet apart.

The disciples are all ready. All sorts of swords, magical weapons...

Su Yu looked up at the broken wall at the foot of the mountain, which is as tall as 100 feet, and raised her eyebrows.

She approached by herself before, and this ferocious spiritual wind stirred her dress.

"Senior sister, I'll take you up with my Five Immortal Ropes."

"..."

Su Yu pondered, "An interesting suggestion. It gave me some inspiration."

The elders and peak masters are all looking at Bitao Mountain from the viewing stand.

The rest of the disciples also looked up.

"The second-place, Linran Peak, has set off. So fast! As expected of Chen Shuxin!"

"The first-place chief is not as fast as him. Oh, they caught up."

Chen Shuxin, whom everyone watched, went straight up with his flying sword along the Bitao Mountains. However, he was quickly overtaken by Ji Tao, the chief of the first-place peak.

They quickly looked at each other and smiled.

"It seems that Brother Ji Tao has already arranged it properly." Chen Shuxin smiled, "You don't want to wait to avenge Ji Tuo later?"

The man did not laugh, but his eyes were cold. "When Ji Tuo woke up, he was vomiting blood. The third-grade killing formation was destroyed, and his master questioned him. His mood was damaged, and his realm fell to the early stage of Golden Core."

When he was speaking, it was as if there was a sound of gold and stone resounding.

After that, he told his double hammer to go up against the wind. "Why would I wait for the ants? You don't need me to shoot. Just wait and see!"

Chen Shuxin smiled and looked at the next few peaks behind him. He saw more than a dozen Qi Refining disciples holding their swords for half a step, and they swayed. They turned upside down by the violent aura and fell from their flying sword on the spot!

In Bitao Mountain, the wind is like waves, and the rush is uncontrollable. Even for Foundation Building disciples, their swords are still lost.

At this time, the eighth and ninth-place peaks are on the side of Zhiqiong Peak.

"Haha, Brother Ji, that's how it is!"

Chen Shuxin laughed loudly. Immediately his flying swords caught up with the first-place peak's chief, Ji Tao. "To clean up the ants, the two of us don't have to compete!"

The two laughed wildly at once and chased after each other.

"Thirteenth Junior Brother! Nineteenth Junior Brother!"

Hang Wan'er stepped up on her flying red silk, using a little bit of her Seven Emotions and Six Desires exercises. She looked down, and her pretty face changed instantly.

She hurriedly lowered herself three feet down. A golden hairpin flew out of her hand, barely hooking her Thirteenth Junior Brother, who was knocked down by a flying sword.

"Seventh Senior Sister, let me go. I can't do it anymore. You hurry up to save the Eighth Senior Brother and Ninth Senior Sister..." Thirteenth was caught by the coral branch of her golden hairpin and looked up in surprise. However, his expression was anxious.

Other four or five disciples of the ninth-place peak fell!

When they fell, their flying swords swayed from side to side, slamming Zhao Ran, who was stable on his sword, into the vortex of spirit wind.

Zhao Ran lost his balance in an instant.

When he clenched his teeth and steadied himself, a disciple from the eighth-place peak actually slammed on his shoulder with a gust of wind.

He smashed him down hard.

"Little Sixteenth!" Hang Wan'er threw out a piece of red silk, but it was blown away by the astral wind.

"I'm coming!" Yan Yan took out his dragon-scale sword from his bag and caught Zhao Ran down in a flash.

But during this action, the other three Qi Refining juniors were knocked down into the valley and instantly disappeared from their field of vision.

"Damn—" Hang Wan'er gritted her teeth.

"Sixth Junior Sister, you continue to move up. I will take care of junior brothers and sisters from behind." Yan Yan's expression was heavy, and his sword stopped for a moment.

"Despicable!" Elder Zhang slapped the table fiercely in the viewing seat. "Is this the kind of intrigue worthy of Nanxun's competition? So many schemes. Is this swordsmanship or evil practice!"

The ninth-place peak master did not dare to look directly at him.

Yi Ge stroked his beard and smiled at Elder Zhang from afar. "Elder Zhang, the wind is unpredictable. The disciples below the Foundation Building stage can't control their bodies, and they can't control where they go. That's the way the wind goes."

The ninth-place peak master said, "Exactly."

'Bah!'

Elder Zhang was about to reply, but he heard an uproar.

"Look, that female cultivator from Zhiqiong Peak. Why did she take out her wok again? Isn't it forbidden to take pills in this game!"

Elder Zhang was stunned and looked at Su Yu, who was getting busy.

All the elders and peak masters also looked at her.

They saw a slender figure in a yellow dress that they were very familiar with, standing behind a wok.

'She is still at the foot of the mountain. Doesn't she have a flying sword?'

Yi Ge sneered, "Even if she is deprived of her qualifications, she still wants to concoct pills to help others? This old man only knows the fourth-grade Shadow Image pill, which can make a Qi-Refining disciple explode with the speed of Nascent Soul in ten breaths. This pill is the best to escape. After taking it, you can rush to the peak of Bitao Mountain in one fell swoop, but unfortunately, it is said that she is only a second-rank alchemist."

Elder Zhang rolled his eyes.

'Who says she is only a second-grade alchemist?'

Her Four Spirits Liver pills, which can prolong the lifespan, are in the third grade. Even the quality is close to the fourth grade.

It's just that the effect of her elixir is the best when taken for the first time.

Elder Zhang regrets that whether it is the Four Spirits Liver pills or the later Vitality Formation, there was no amazing effect when used again.

But in any case, Junior Niece Su could grab three years of life for him. She is well-deserved to be at least a third-grade alchemist!

"Second Senior Sister, get out of the way!"

"We can't-"

When Elder Zhang sighed inwardly, in a flash, the Zhiqiong Peak's Qi-Refining disciples, who were knocked down earlier, fell towards Su Yu.

However, she stood motionless.

Suddenly, she spun something in a circle. The more it spins, the bigger and thinner it gets.

'What is this?'

Everyone was shocked.

In an instant, they saw her drop something as thin as cicada wings into the wok and ignite it with spiritual fire.

"Foul! No alchemy is allowed in this round!"

"No wonder she didn't have flying weapons. She was ready to sacrifice herself."

"Can she fly up after eating a second-grade elixir?"

In an instant, a silvery yellow silk handkerchief with a little embroidery flew out from the wok. It became five feet wide in one breath, and two precious lights appeared on it.3

The falling junior brothers and sisters: ...

Onlookers: ...