The room was silent, but Quan Jiaying could still feel those three words echoing in her ears.
Thousand Machine Gate
The sect that is famous throughout the cultivation world for extortion
Quan Jiaying couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to take advantage of me?"
"Brother Quan, it seems that you have some misunderstandings about us." Ye Su deliberately changed his address to narrow the distance between the two parties, and said sincerely, "We are just here to communicate and learn from each other. I heard that Brother Quan..."
"Yes, on the top 100 young talents." When the eldest senior sister was stuck, Ming Liusha added slowly.
Ye Su gave his second apprentice brother a thumbs up from behind and continued, "So I thought of coming to Po Yuan Sect to spar with him, and this is a good opportunity."
"Are you trying to get spiritual energy openly?" Quan Jiaying spoke out their real thoughts.
Ye Su: “…”
This trick didn't work, so Ye Su just gave up and leaned back in her chair: "Yes."
She was so direct that Quan Jiaying remained silent.
These people were not independent cultivators, but were from orthodox sects, which seemed to comfort him a little, but at the same time, he felt an inexplicable emotion: Qianji Sect had been in decline for a hundred years, but now it still had outstanding disciples.
Quan Jiaying looked up at Ye Su standing opposite him. The man was wearing a rough black robe and had a pair of smiling eyes. Upon closer inspection, he looked completely indifferent.
After a while, he asked, "Do the disciples of Qianji Sect know how to draw talismans?"
"To make a living." Ye Su said, and took out a few pieces of talisman paper, and tried to sell them, "Brother Quan, do you want them? They're not expensive."
As a direct disciple of Poyuan Sect's genius, Quan Jiaying was liked by the elders and respected by his fellow disciples. He had never felt as emotional as he did today, but his upbringing since childhood allowed him to calm down and refuse: "I don't need it."
Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the man opposite him, Ye Su had no choice but to put away the talisman paper and took the initiative to ask kindly, "Brother Quan, what do you want to do with us?"
Originally, Quan Jiaying had already thought about it when he walked to the door that if the other party joined Po Yuan Sect in the future, they would be his fellow disciples, and the more outstanding the better. He should not be jealous, but should take the initiative to learn from them. However, after entering, he found out that these people had their own sects, and all the words he had prepared were no longer useful.
“… Wushahua can at least be ranked in the top 200 of the 100 Young Scholars List.” Quan Jiaying was silent for a while before blurting out these words.
In fact, it's not just the Wusha Flower. Almost all the magical weapons refined by the three people standing behind can be selected, but they are not as outstanding as the Wusha Flower.
The Baiqing List is the holy list in the hearts of most weapon refiners. Quan Jiaying can even recite all 300 names on it. If he remembers correctly, there is only one name on the list from Qianji Sect, named Yang Tan, ranked ninety-ninth.
This position is considered a powerful one by those who are not on the list, but is considered the worst by those who are on the list.
"Really?" Ye Su didn't have a good impression of the money-demanding list. "Wu Sha Hua did a good job."
Speaking of this, she was quite satisfied. At least the shape was 30% similar to the little snake. Her previous efforts helping the blacksmith and carpenter at the foot of the mountain were not in vain.
Quan Jiaying stared at Ye Su's face and found that she was not moved at all. Not only her, but the three people behind her were also indifferent when they heard the Hundred Youth List. She couldn't help but repeat: "You can be on the Hundred Youth List."
"It's just a list." Xiyu muttered in the back, "Can I get paid if I'm on it?"
Quan Jiaying: "... The Hundred Young Masters List is enough to represent the level of a weapon refiner. Once you are on the list, someone will come to you to refine weapons."
"It sounds like a good deal." Ye Su had never thought about this, mainly because apart from the Wuyin Sect, no one had ever asked the Qianji Sect to refine weapons.
"Big sister, if we have to select four people, we will need 2,000 middle-grade spirit stones." Xia Er counted on his fingers, "We can't afford it now."
"Forget it for now." Ye Su was not in a hurry. She looked at Quan Jiaying and said, "Brother Quan, thank you for your advice."
Quan Jiaying had never thought that there would be someone who couldn't afford the voting fee. He felt complicated and finally said hurriedly, "I won't hold back in the competition," and got up and left.
"It's indescribable." Ming Liusha said slowly, looking at his back as he walked away.
…
Three days later, the list of those who passed the preliminary exam came out. Ye Su and his friends were naturally among them, still ranking at the top, and there was a huge gap.
Excluding these four people, the one hundred refiners who passed the preliminary test only wrote out six hundred or as few as one hundred.
Ming Liusha wrote the most answers, 3,763. Xiyu and Xia Er also wrote over 3,000, but they didn't sort out a few materials clearly, which wasted time, and all the answers they worked so hard to come up with were wrong.
As for Ye Su, she ranked fourth and wrote more than a thousand methods of refining and mixing. But everyone knew that she spent most of her time in the middle to reach a higher level.
Of the thousand selected weapon refiners, nine hundred left that day, and the large bunk beds were converted into single rooms.
Only then did Ye Su have the chance to take out the bead and look at it. She fiddled with it several times, but still couldn't figure out how this thing got into her Qiankun bag.
I really couldn't figure it out, so I had to ask for help and find out what this bead was.
Ye Su opened the communication jade disc and placed a medium-grade spirit stone on it, which was enough to support its operation. After waiting for a while, the opposite side lit up and the figure of the head master appeared.
"Master, I have something to ask you." This kind of communication consumes spirit stones, so Ye Su went straight to the point.
A trace of guilt flashed across the head master's face: "What's the matter?"
Ye Su narrowed her eyes and held up the bead: "Master, do you recognize this thing?"
The head of the sect carefully examined the bead in her hand and became more and more shocked. "This is the Wuji Pill."
"Wuji Pill?" Pill? No wonder she had never seen it before, but the name sounded familiar.
After a moment, Ye Su remembered that in the original novel, when the hero was seriously injured, the heroine took out a pill to heal him. It was a good thing, and even the people of Kunlun were surprised. From then on, they looked at Ning Qianyao with admiration.
… Strange, it couldn’t be that Ning Qianyao stuffed it into her hands.
"Master, after this thing is sold, Qianjimen should be able to live a good life." Ye Su looked down at the beads, or medicinal pills, in his hand.
"That's nonsense." The head of the sect said angrily, "You keep it for yourself."
Ye Su said casually: "It's useless for me to keep it." The elixir that could surprise Kunlun must not be an ordinary item.
The headmaster refused: "You have made another breakthrough, haven't you? According to the law of Qianjimen, geniuses never have a good ending. It hurts others and yourself. You should keep it for yourself first, in case it comes in handy."
Ye Su: “…”
"Let's not talk about it for now. I have something else to do." The head master hurriedly wanted to turn off the communication jade disc.
Ye Su stared at the head master's evasive eyes and suddenly said, "Zhang Fengfeng, you are hiding something from me."
The headmaster choked and pretended to be angry: "Evil disciple! How dare you call the master by his name!"
"Something happened to Qianjimen?" Ye Su frowned, as if she would rush back as soon as he admitted it.
“…No.” Zhang Fengfeng stammered, “My eldest disciple, there is something that Master has not told you.”
"What's the matter?" Seeing the head master being hesitant, Ye Suxin felt relieved, it shouldn't be a big deal.
"You have a new junior brother." The head master Bi Su said.
Ye Su was stunned. The first thing that flashed through her mind was that Yi Xuan had left the sect. Then she realized, "You picked up another disciple?"
The head master shook his head: "No, he came to us on his own, holding the Qianji Sect's sign."
This is a plot that was not mentioned in the original book.
Ye Su did not think much about it: "When we get back, we will give our junior brother a gift."
Obviously, the head master was not shy about this. He looked at his eldest disciple's face and said, "He lives in your room."
During the heyday of Qianji Sect, Jiuxuan Peak was the main peak. In addition to the sect leader's residence, there were five rooms left on the peak where only powerful disciples could live.
"Got it." Ye Su didn't care. Of the five rooms, her and Yi Xuan's room was probably the emptier. It was normal for a child to like the outermost room. "Master, let's not talk about it for now. We can go back in a while."
Zhang Fengfeng watched his eldest disciple disappear before he swallowed the words "My junior disciple is about the same age as you two".
He raised his head and looked out the window, and saw a few rays of light from the tree outside the courtyard shining on the delicate face of his new disciple, making him look as noble as a god.
Apart from anything else, all of Zhang Fengfeng's direct disciples have excellent looks.
The leader of Qianji Sect was stroking his chin at this moment, thinking that if he really couldn't survive in the future, his disciples might be able to make a name for themselves in Hehuan Sect.
…
One hundred weapon refiners have been selected, and the next step is to compete with the inner disciples of Po Yuan Sect, which is the real highlight.
However, the top ten candidates all have their own ideas.
Ye Su and a few others were busy absorbing the spiritual energy of the spirit gathering formation, while Quan Jiaying and several other disciples were standing in the hall, with Quan Shen, the leader of the Po Yuan Sect, sitting directly above them.
"The day before yesterday, there were changes in the Baiqing Ranking. Two weapon refiners in the late Foundation Establishment stage were promoted to 149th and 150th place respectively." Quan Shen looked at Quan Jiaying below and said solemnly.
Needless to say, it must be the two men who killed Jin Zong.
The 150th place is the watershed of the Baiqing List. Having crossed this watershed at the Foundation Establishment Stage, these two people have become truly talented weapon refiners in the world of cultivation.
In time, as the realm is improved, it will surely attract countless cultivators to flock in with materials and spirit stones, and the Zhanjin Sect will expand again.
Quan Jiaying should have been nervous, but at the moment he was distracted and thinking about other things: when would those people from Qianjimen be able to gather all the spirit stones? He wondered how far Wushahua could rank.
"Jiaying, the magic weapon you refined this time has been sent to the competition, and your ranking should be raised." Quan Shen frowned and sighed, "You are the only one among the younger generation of Poyuan Sect who can compete with those two people. You must not let down your guard."
Rong Chuqiu, who was standing next to him, was about to speak, but finally stood up and said, "Master, the competition to refine a magic weapon only lasts for seven days, which is too short. Moreover, the materials... may not be enough to refine a good magic weapon."
It was not a very important competition, so Po Yuan Sect could not have prepared very good materials, so it could only be considered average.
Quan Shen glanced at his son who was looking down and said, "I will provide the materials for this competition. The time limit is changed to fifteen days."
As soon as the news of the changes in the competition reached the ears of these selected weapon refiners, it immediately caused an uproar. The materials provided by the leader of the Po Yuan Sect were of mixed quality.
The good thing is that they can see good materials, but the bad thing is that some refiners at a lower level cannot even refine those materials.
In any case, that day finally arrived, and during the formal competition, the leader of the Po Yuan Sect, Quan Shen, came personally to preside over it.