Formal Disciple Grand Competition

Late at night, in the stone house.

With a creak, the window opened, and the heat in the room gradually dissipated.

Xu Changqing lay on the bed and asked, "Senior Sister, the Formal Disciple Grand Competition starts during the day. You kept me busy until so late—are you not planning to participate?"

Yu Caiqing shook her head. "If I joined, I'd be bullying people, more or less."

Xu Changqing was astonished. "You're that formidable?"

The corners of Yu Caiqing's lips curled up as she said with a half-smile, "Over the years, I've traveled everywhere searching for medicinal ingredients to refine pills. I've been through all sorts of things."

Though possessing the status of a formal disciple of the Dongting Immortal Sect allowed her to avoid most dangers and troubles,

she would still encounter Rogue Cultivators blocking the road to rob her, or demons suddenly leaping out.

Many times, she had been alone.

Without real ability, how could she possibly have survived?

If it had been before, she definitely would have participated in the Formal Disciple Grand Competition.

She would have hoped to use this method to win the attention of the immortal elders.

But now, her Ice-Water Spirit Root was on the verge of mutating into an Ice Spirit Root.

Naturally, there was no need for that anymore.

Xu Changqing came to a realization. "It seems you're not only skilled at pill refinement..."

Yu Caiqing clearly understood the implication behind his words, and the two exchanged a smile.

Day arrived.

Since familiar faces such as Hu Bugui, Zhao Ziyue, and Chu Qiu were all participating in this Formal Disciple Grand Competition, Xu Changqing did not head to the Spirit Fields.

After all, it only happened once every ten years. He wanted to see just how lively it would