The Po Yuan Gate is of considerable size, with a huge trial field outside. From a distance, one can see a peak that reaches high into the clouds, while closer up there are rows of tall buildings and palaces. Just looking at the exterior of the buildings, it is very imposing.
Quan Jiaying's eyes fell on Ye Su, who was whispering something to the person next to him. Was this the person who refined the Mist Killing Flower
It was not quite what he had imagined.
"Big sister, there is so much spiritual energy in Poyuan Gate!" Xia Er lowered his voice and said excitedly, "It's almost catching up with the small secret realm we were in before."
"Take advantage of this time to cultivate well." Ye Su nodded, "There is no danger in the sect, you can absorb spiritual energy with peace of mind."
She felt that her realm was very loose, probably because she had lost control after fainting in the secret realm.
"Luckily we made it in time." Xiyu was still frightened when she recalled the past few months, and couldn't help asking, "Big Sister, why did you stay in the secret realm? We were all kicked out, and they said that the treasure of the realm was taken away, so the secret realm was destroyed."
“I’m not sure.” Ye Su thought of that figure. She hadn’t seen any living creatures since she woke up. She even thought she was hallucinating. “I might be trapped in a realm within a realm. The flow of time is not right. It’s been three months since I came out.”
"It's okay as long as I don't get hurt." Ming Liusha said word by word.
Ye Su laughed: "There are no treasures in that secret realm."
The world of cultivation has always been one where risks and opportunities coexist. The more natural resources and treasures there are, the more dangerous it is, and vice versa.
Since they entered the secret realm, their only major gain was a lot of spiritual energy. Three of them successfully built their foundations, and they also killed several monsters. After that, even if they encountered a realm within a realm, there were no big monsters.
"I guess someone got there first." Xiyu muttered, "The treasures for settling the realm are gone, and I don't know what they are."
Xia Er wanted to say something when the people walking in front of him suddenly stopped.
Rong Chuqiu, who was at the front, turned around and pointed at the ten outer disciples who had been waiting in the trial field for a long time: "They will lead you to stay and rest later."
"Thank you, Elder."
"Thank you, Elder Rong."
…
The selected independent cultivators all bowed.
Rong Chuqiu continued, "The preliminary test will be held in ten days, and the competition will be held here at that time. As for the content of the competition, I can remind everyone first, it is related to the materials."
After saying this, she led the deacons and inner disciples towards the peak.
Before leaving, Quan Jiaying subconsciously looked at the crowd.
Perhaps his gaze was too obvious. Ye Su raised his eyes and saw the young and handsome disciple in front of him looking at him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the other party took the initiative to look away.
"Please follow us, fellow Taoists." Each outer disciple led a hundred independent cultivators and took them to their accommodation.
When they arrived at their accommodation, the cultivators discovered that it was a large dormitory with ten people in one room.
"You live in the room where your name is posted on the door," said the outer sect disciple who led Ye Su and the others in. "The magic tools you voted for are placed on your beds. You can take them back. If you have any questions, you can come to me."
Ye Su and his fellow junior brothers and sisters walked around and finally found their names at the door of the last room.
"You all know each other?" A male cultivator in his forties came over and saw Ye Su and the others. He said enviously, "Your magic weapons are really well made."
"Who are you?" Ye Su asked. She didn't remember knowing this person.
"My name is Liu Min." The other person introduced himself. "Thousandth place. I saw your video of the return, especially the Mist Killing Flower. It's really amazing. Can it be on the top 100 of the Qing Ranking?"
A few people came in, glanced at them, and walked into the room without saying hello.
"Hundred Youth List?" Ye Su thought it sounded familiar.
"The one who wants money." Ming Liusha added from the side.
Having said that, Ye Su remembered that the head master once mentioned the Hundred Green List. However, in order to select magic tools for that list, not only did one have to submit a magic tool, but one also had to pay a selection fee of five hundred middle-grade spirit stones.
"That list... is just so-so." Ye Su shook her head. She felt that a list that required money to be paid for selection was not good enough.
Liu Min: “?” Is the Hundred Youth Ranking just like that?!
Several people walked into the room and saw the magic tools they had chosen placed on the bed, wrapped in boxes.
Ye Su opened the box, took out the Mist Killing Flower, looked at it twice, and put it into her Qiankun bag.
Most of the talisman papers in the Qiankun bag were given to Yi Xuan. As soon as Ye Su put the Mist Killing Flower in it, he saw an extra bead inside.
…what
Ye Su raised his head and glanced at the people around him. He did not take out the bead. He lowered his head and stared at it for a while, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. In his heart, he was recalling when a bead appeared in his Qiankun bag.
The bead was crystal clear, with a faint mist floating inside, and it was obvious at first glance that it was an extraordinary object.
She couldn't have such a thing.
Ye Su sat on her bunk, lowering her eyes and recalling everything that happened in the secret realm. No one had touched her Qiankun bag, it could only be the time when she lost consciousness, so... Was that dark figure not an illusion
Yi Xuan and Ming Liusha were kicked out together. That person was not his junior brother. Why did he throw beads into his Qiankun bag
She couldn't figure it out.
There were outsiders around, so Ye Su couldn't take out the beads and had to pretend that she didn't notice anything.
…
This corner of Poyuan Gate is now very lively.
The thousand selected refiners began to memorize the properties and functions of the materials early in the morning every day. Some refiners with more ideas even had to secretly recall the materials they knew without telling others.
Influenced by them, Ming Liusha, Xiyu and Xia Er were a little panicked, fearing that one of them would not be able to catch up and be eliminated in the preliminary test. So they recited the jade slips written by Ye Su in the morning, and meditated and absorbed spiritual energy in the afternoon and evening.
As for Ye Su, she spent the whole day in her room absorbing spiritual energy and practicing.
This is the outskirts of Poyuan Gate. There is a lot of spiritual energy here, but for her, it is just barely enough. It would be a problem if her spiritual palace is too big.
"Senior Sister." Xia Er came back from outside. "I asked around, and they all said that the preliminary exam should test the material ratio."
"The matching ratio... shouldn't be difficult." Ye Su stood up and said, "The basic skills are in place, and you can almost get in."
She was not worried about this. Although Qianji Sect had no spiritual veins or materials, it had enough books and the disciples had a solid foundation.
Xia Er suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right, Second Senior Brother sold the moon grass and the monsters he got from the secret realm, which brought him more than 1,600 middle-grade spirit stones."
Ye Su looked at Xia Er, waiting for his next words.
Xia Er's eyes wandered for a while before he approached the eldest sister and whispered, "When we rushed over that day, the second senior brother secretly stuffed 500 middle-grade spirit stones into the Qiankun bag of the younger junior brother."
Qiankun bags also have grades. The ones used by Qianjimen disciples are naturally the lowest grade ones. The restrictions on them can be easily broken by any equipment refiner who knows a little bit.
While Yi Xuan was concentrating on flying his sword, Ming Liusha hugged his waist and secretly stuffed the spirit stone into his body.
"Well done." Ye Su wanted to give spirit stones at that time, but Yi Xuan was too arrogant, so he gave up the idea. Since he had already secretly stuffed it in, he couldn't throw it away.
Speaking of stuffing things, Ye Su thought of the beads that were put into her Qiankun bag. She could feel the specialness of the beads just by touching them with her hand, but she didn't have any senior brothers.
After I have absorbed the spiritual energy and returned to Qianji Sect, I will have to ask the Sect Master or Yu Shoumen, because this cannot be something that the Qiankun Bag produced by itself.
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Spiritual clouds are lingering around several peaks, countless mountain gates are standing tall, cranes are flying and beasts are running, it seems like a fairyland.
There were two people standing on the flowing water arch bridge, a man and a woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, both wearing bright yellow Taoist robes.
"I heard that Poyuan Sect is holding another competition." The young girl put her hands on the handrail of the arch bridge and said rather boredly, "Do they really think they can recruit any powerful people?"
The young man lowered his head and looked at the flowing water under the arch bridge, and seemed not to be listening to her.
"However, Quan Jiaying is already in the late stage of foundation building." The girl raised her head and hands to block the shining golden light, and chuckled, "She has caught up with us."
The young man in the bright yellow Taoist robe said calmly, "Just in the lower middle of the Hundred Youths List."
"That's right." The girl put down her hand, "It's time for us to move up in the rankings."
…
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the day of the preliminary test, the outer disciples came to invite the selected independent cultivators to go to the trial field. When they arrived, there were several elders sitting at the top, with many inner disciples standing next to them.
The selected equipment refiners sat down according to their seats, with the first ten in the first row.
Rong Chuqiu was in charge of the event. She raised her hand slightly, and a thousand scrolls landed on the tables of the weapon refiners who were taking part in the preliminary test. "There are one hundred kinds of materials. You need to write down the methods of refining them within twelve hours. The more the better. The weapon refiners who have the most methods of refining will pass the preliminary test and compete with the inner disciples of Poyuan Sect."
Someone has hurriedly opened the scroll, and images of hundreds of materials appeared on it. The surface of the scroll was blank. They had pen and ink at hand, and it was obvious that they wanted to write the results of the material proportions and refining on the scroll.
Ye Su raised her hand and lightly scanned the images of hundreds of materials, quickly browsing through them. The questions asked by the Po Yuan Sect were tricky, and at least fifty of these materials were unconventional.
She turned around and looked around. As expected, many refiners had sweat on their foreheads and looked nervous. They kept flipping through images of materials, trying to find materials that they were familiar with.
Ming Liushi, Xiyu and Xia Er had made up for the unfamiliar materials, so it was not difficult for them. Besides, there were at least forty kinds of common materials.
"Junior brother, isn't this the topic of our final exam before the New Year?" Fang Xiu stretched his head and looked for a long time, then came back to his senses and asked Quan Jiaying.
"Yes." Quan Jiaying's eyes fell on Ye Su, who was sitting in the first seat on the left. She didn't seem nervous at all.
Fang Xiu subconsciously broke into a sweat. After the exam a few years ago, almost all the inner disciples were scolded by the deacons. Later, the elders came out and scolded them again, saying that they had no ambition to make progress, were muddle-headed all day long, and did not even bother to read the many manuscripts and books in the library.
"Junior brother, how many kinds did you mix that time?" Fang Xiu asked. Junior brother Quan was the only one who did not get scolded that time. The others could not even recognize all the hundreds of materials, let alone mix and refine them.
"Three thousand nine hundred and twenty-one." Quan Jiaying was not satisfied when he thought of the exam. He did not recognize seven kinds of materials and they were completely useless.
Fang Xiu: “…” He only matched more than 800 kinds, not even a fraction of what others had.
The weapon refiners in the trial field below had already started writing, and Ye Su naturally began to write down the method of mixing and refining.
Panic scales, black cold teeth and black iron can be used to refine a three-pointed cone...
Ye Su wrote very quickly, and she could think of various proportions of refining materials without thinking. Ming Liusha and the other two beside her were also doing relatively smoothly.
However, only three hours had passed when Ye Su suddenly stopped writing. She looked around and then glanced at the sundial on the table. It was obvious that she had no intention of continuing writing.
"What is she doing?" Elder Zhang had been paying attention to the weapon refiner who was refining the Mist Killing Flower since he came here in the morning. Seeing Ye Sudong looking around, he couldn't help but ask, "Is she unable to write it?"
Originally, there was no need for so many elders to come to the first test. They were really curious about those weapon refiners, so they came together to take a look today.
Elder Zhang was impatient. Seeing that Ye Su was slow to start writing, he asked, "Weapon Refiner, what's wrong with you?"
"Elder Zhang." Rong Chuqiu reminded disapprovingly, "They are still competing."
Ye Su in the audience was still distracted and didn't hear anything at all.
"The one who refined the Mist Killing Flower, why did you stop writing?" Elder Zhang didn't care. So many weapon refiners below couldn't write anymore. What's wrong with him asking a few questions? So he raised his voice again and asked, "You can't write anymore?"
Ming Liusha heard it all. He coughed a few times at Ye Su and pointed his lips towards the stage.
Ye Su raised her head slightly, and then she realized that everyone was looking at her. She pushed the table away, put her hands on her knees, and meditated on the spot: "Sorry, I need to break through first." She couldn't hold it back any longer.
A group of elders: “…” What the hell