"Poison Beggar Old Freak... it's time to go."
Just then, a faint thread of Spiritual Sense sounded from the darkness: "Otherwise... if you delay the island master's plans, you know the consequences." "Hmph... crazy hag."
Poison Beggar Old Freak bared his teeth, revealing a broken, blackened, ugly set of them.
The island master's business comes first... I planted a Spiritual Sense mark on that man just now. I can sense him within a hundred li... He won't get away. But I must be careful not to let that crazy hag find out, or she'll come and steal my opportunity...
He moved, limping out of the market. As his figure entered a patch of shadow, he vanished in an instant...
A month later.
Heavenly Spring Island.
The Foundation Establishment venue of the Pill Origin Tournament.
Raised platforms towered from the ground, each glowing a different color and protected by its own formation.
The alchemists who had passed the preliminaries stood facing the wind or sat cross-legged, each with a bearing of their own.
Zhan Hongxiu stood among them, feeling terribly guilty. I never thought... we'd actually guess the right question and get me in.
She was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, after all. She had the advantage of Spiritual Sense, Turtle Elder helping her cheat, and Fang Qing helping her predict the question. If she still could not make it into the main competition, she might as well wash up and go to bed... Oh no. With so many alchemists and all these cultivators watching... I'm going to make a colossal fool of myself.
Zhan Hongxiu was panicking like hell.
Release...
Just then, Gui Ling's unhurried voice sounded in Zhan Hongxiu's sea of consciousness: "You've made it into the venue. That means you've already succeeded... In a moment, use the secret art