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Xiao Wusheng beamed with joy, gently lifting Yu Xian up by the arm. Smiling, he said, "Good, good! Come, follow me to find Su Mofeng. From today onward, you are a disciple of my Alchemy Hall!" Yu Xian forced a smile and nodded, following behind Xiao Wusheng. He was happy to be joining the Alchemy Hall—but he couldn't bring himself to smile. The jade pendant on his chest… would no longer grow warm. The treasure his mother left behind, one that helped him find ore, had spared him countless hardships…-
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The disciples from the Judiciary Hall were all older—veterans of the outer sect who had trained for years yet failed to make it into the inner sect. The man leading them looked to be in his forties. He stepped in front of Yu Xian and asked sternly, "So, you're the one reselling Herb Pavilion's materials to rogue cultivators outside the sect for spirit stones?" Yu Xian answered calmly, "Senior Brother Zhou, this is slander. I have not resold any herbs." "Senior Brother! He's lying!" Gao roared. "If he…
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At that moment, the crowd of onlookers held their breath, eyes wide with anticipation. Alchemy itself wasn't a rare event. But performing alchemy in front of such a massive audience? That was rare! Especially when the stakes were life and death! This young man… truly had skills and courage beyond measure. Yu Xian remained calm. He raised his hand with practiced ease. The hand techniques he had drilled thousands of times over the last three months were now as natural to him as drinking water. Eight…
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Yu Xian secretly let out a sigh of relief. He took out a storage pouch and respectfully said, "Senior, I want to sell a hundred pieces." "Oh? Why so few this time?" Yue Pingfeng chuckled. "You used to sell four or five hundred at a time." Yu Xian's face turned slightly red. "I can't always be that lucky… sometimes more, sometimes less." "Hahaha! A hundred is still plenty," Yue Pingfeng laughed. He took the pouch, gave it a glance, and extracted the Lieyang Spirit Stones. He then placed fifteen…
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Everyone's expression turned ugly at the humiliating words, but no one dared to argue with the disciples from the Disciplinary Hall. Even if they were insulted, they had to endure it. The mining disciples left one by one, gloomy and frustrated. Not only had their cultivation been disrupted, but they had also been cursed out. Many secretly swore that if they ever formed their Foundation, they'd make these three pay dearly. Yu Xian, naturally among them, wore an angry expression as he returned to his room.…
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Chapter 27: Face to Face with a Foe at the Grand Selection, An Invitation from the Forge Hall Master
The six inner sect Foundation Establishment disciples maintained order among the crowd, directing the outer sect disciples to register for the selection without causing chaos. Yu Xian stood far away, glanced once, and shook his head, turning to leave. He had no intention of joining the selection. But just as he turned, his body suddenly trembled. He abruptly turned back around and even rushed forward dozens of steps to see more clearly. Among the six inner sect Foundation Establishment disciples, one…-
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The gaping wound in his chest and abdomen bled like a leaking faucet—unstoppable and horrifying. Huang Hanxiao's face was pale, twisted with agony. He frantically swallowed healing pills of every kind while casting supportive spells to accelerate his retreat. But the wound was too severe. The pills weren't some miraculous treasures that could heal him instantly. At best, they could temporarily stabilize his condition. Because of the damage, his spiritual energy was sluggish. His spells were failing…
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Among the three, Sun Bingcheng was the weakest. Though also in the mid-stage of Qi Condensation, his belongings were pitiful. Inside his storage pouch were just over a hundred scattered spirit stones, two first-grade magic tools, a few bottles of healing pills, and several basic spell scrolls—nothing more. "So poor…" Yu Xian shook his head. Ironically, the most valuable thing on Sun Bingcheng was the storage pouch itself—it could fetch six or seven hundred spirit stones. He transferred…
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Sun Bingcheng was gone for half an hour, and still hadn't returned. Yu Xian's brow furrowed deeply—something felt off. Even Liu Xue could no longer sit still. He sprang to his feet: "That bastard Sun Bingcheng didn't go off to secretly dig up the Blazing Sun Essence Jade, did he!?" Yu Xian's eyes narrowed. That… was entirely possible. After all, the human heart is unpredictable. If Sun Bingcheng wanted to monopolize the fortune, he might've rushed to the mine himself, trying to extract the…
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The method was the same as always, and the speed had not changed. After covering the furnace and lowering the fire, Yu Xian's eyes once again shone with anticipation. Another thirty breaths passed. Boom! The furnace opened, and a thick, sticky liquid was pulled out by spiritual energy, splashing onto the ground in front of Yu Xian with a splat. "...The heat is still too low?" Yu Xian muttered, sighed, cleaned the furnace with his spiritual energy, raised the temperature slightly, and after a moment…
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