The One Who Wanted to Kill Me Was You!

Lu Chen wanted those inner sect senior sisters in the sect to come knocking on his door of their own accord and cultivate with him in dual cultivation.

But for the moment, he had no idea exactly how to go about it.

Even though he possessed the Yin-Yang Creation Cauldron, which could turn trash into treasure, his status as an outer sect alchemy room servant disciple of the Joyful Union Sect was right there for all to see. He simply did not dare let anyone know that he had graded pills in his possession.

Otherwise, he probably would not even know how he died.

Moreover, he was still facing a death threat from a certain inner sect senior sister.

Even now, he had no idea how he had offended that inner sect senior sister, making her want to kill him.

Tonight, Manager Pang would have someone make a move against him during the competition.

"Clang!"

Just then, the sound of a bell shattered the silence of dawn.

A new day had begun.

Lu Chen quickly left.

The moment he left, a figure rushed over from afar.

"Was someone... practicing here just now?"

The newcomer wore white robes and seemed to float on immortal air. She was Yun Feier, the inner sect senior sister whom Lu Chen had caught bathing in the Spirit Spring that night.

Yun Feier looked at the fist mark on the tree trunk. Cracks suddenly spread around it, and the great tree immediately toppled down from midair.

"One punch snapped a great tree. The force behind that punch was at least three thousand jin!"

Yun Feier was utterly shocked.

Who had been practicing here?

Yun Feier looked around but found nothing, then turned and left.

By then, Lu Chen had arrived beside the stream.

He washed the impurities from his body, changed into clean clothes, and returned to the Servant Quarters.

By then, everyone had risen one after another.

In the courtyard, the kitchen was cooking Spirit Rice Bran Porridge, along with a large pot of medicinal herb bone soup.

When Lu Chen returned to his room, he did not see Hu Biao, whose cultivation had been crippled.

"Lu Chen, did you sneak down the mountain to fool around all night?"

Liu Heizi walked in, holding a bowl of Spirit Rice Bran Porridge.

The Joyful Union Sect had a thousand mu of spirit fields. The spirit rice grown there was supplied only to those beautiful inner sect senior sisters. Outer sect servant disciples like them could only eat spirit rice bran.

Though it was merely rice bran, it still contained a trace of spiritual energy and could be considered a spiritual item.

This Spirit Rice Bran Porridge was not something they got to eat often.

They could only have it two or three times a month.

As for the medicinal herb bone soup—

The beautiful inner sect senior sisters ate the meat, while lowly servant disciples like them could only drink bone soup.

"I heard the House of Ten Thousand Beauties at the foot of the mountain got a new batch of Human-Demon Hybrids. Tell me honestly, did you secretly go down to the House of Ten Thousand Beauties last night?"

Liu Heizi sat on the edge of the bed, drinking porridge as he teased him.

"The House of Ten Thousand Beauties?"

Lu Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing that. Right, the House of Ten Thousand Beauties at the foot of the mountain was a good place.

He had thought of a way to obtain Yin-Yang Essence. It seemed he needed to make a trip down the mountain.

And he also needed to go down the mountain to trade the pills in his possession for the cultivation resources he needed at the market.

"Haha, look at that expression. You definitely went to the House of Ten Thousand Beauties last night. I hear the Human-Demon Hybrids there are all delicate, charming beauties—every last one a top-grade treasure."

Liu Heizi wore a lecherous grin.

"Human-Demon Hybrids?"

Lu Chen froze. Surely they were not the kind of Human-Demon Hybrids he was thinking of!

"Oh, still putting on an act in front of me? Though those Human-Demon Hybrids are descendants of the Human Race and Demon Race, half-human and half-demon, it is fine to play around with them. But never use one as a cultivation furnace. If demon qi enters your body by accident, at best your vitality will be greatly damaged; at worst, you will suffer cultivation deviation!"

Liu Heizi warned him.

"You sound experienced."

Lu Chen looked at Liu Heizi.

"Hehe, your big brother here has only gone a few times."

Liu Heizi laughed.

"Where's Hu Biao?"

Lu Chen asked.

"Tch, that brat howled like a ghost all night, screaming that he'd been wronged. He kept everyone awake, so we carried him to the mass grave."

Liu Heizi said indifferently.

"..."

Lu Chen was speechless. In the end, Hu Biao had still been carried off to the mass grave.

"All of you, get the hell out here! I have something to announce!"

Manager Pang's voice came from outside.

Lu Chen and the others hurriedly went out.

The others in the Servant Quarters also rushed out of their rooms.

There were thirty servant disciples from the alchemy rooms living in these Servant Quarters.

Aside from Hu Biao, who had been carried to the mass grave, all twenty-nine servant disciples were present.

"Tonight, after dinner, I will hold a competition in your Servant Quarters. Whoever comes in last will be sent to replace Hou Dahai in guarding the Waste Pill Repository. Everyone must participate. No absences allowed. Whoever dares skip it, I'll whip him to death myself."

Manager Pang swept his gaze over the crowd, and his cold eyes finally settled on Lu Chen.

"Finish breakfast quickly, then get to work!"

Manager Pang withdrew his gaze and roared at everyone.

The servant disciples from the alchemy rooms hurriedly grabbed their bowls and chopsticks and rushed into the servant kitchen.

A bowl of Spirit Rice Bran Porridge and a bowl of medicinal herb bone soup.

As servants in the alchemy rooms, they dealt with pill furnaces all day long.

Those pill furnaces would inevitably retain some Pill Poison. After being exposed to Pill Poison year after year, Lu Chen and the others' bodies would unavoidably be corroded by it.

This Spirit Rice Bran Porridge and medicinal herb bone soup could help dissolve the Pill Poison in their bodies.

Lu Chen also returned to his room to get his bowl and chopsticks before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

Very quickly, the large pot of Spirit Rice Bran Porridge was scraped clean.

Lu Chen only managed to get one bowl.

Liu Heizi had already eaten three huge bowls.

The large pot of medicinal herb bone soup had also been drunk down until only a few large bones remained.

When Lu Chen wanted to ladle himself some soup, Liu Heizi took the very last bowl.

Even the beast bones used to make the soup were taken away and gnawed on.

Though those bones had no meat on them, some marrow still remained inside the hollow bones.

After breakfast, the servant disciples of the alchemy rooms began their day's work.

Since Lu Chen had not gotten any medicinal herb bone soup, he drank a few mouthfuls of mountain spring water, picked up his tools, and headed for the alchemy rooms to work.

His goal was naturally to collect discarded pills.

As he cleaned the alchemy rooms, he secretly swallowed Spirit-Gathering Pills whenever no one was around to raise his cultivation.

The Yin-Yang Creation Cauldron concealed his aura, so no one noticed that he was cultivating while working.

After he completely refined the medicinal power of the fifth ninth-grade lower Spirit-Gathering Pill, his cultivation finally broke through to Qi Refining, Third Level.

Previously, a single Spirit-Gathering Pill had been enough for his cultivation to break through to Qi Refining, Second Layer.

Now, he actually needed to refine the medicinal power of five Spirit-Gathering Pills just to break through to Qi Refining, Third Level.

The consumption was simply enormous.

One had to know that five ninth-grade lower Spirit-Gathering Pills were worth a huge sum in Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Ordinary servant disciples could never afford that.

That was why ordinary servant disciples had no chance of ever rising above their station.

Lu Chen worked all morning and cleaned three alchemy rooms, yet did not obtain a single discarded pill.

Liu Heizi, however, had rather good luck and actually found a discarded pill that still retained a trace of medicinal power.

That fellow was overjoyed. Several Low-Grade Spirit Stones were as good as his.

Discarded pills retaining medicinal power still had some value.

Outer sect servant disciples could not afford graded pills, but they could still afford discarded pills containing a trace of medicinal power.

Lu Chen rested for half an hour at noon, then started working again.

He continued cultivating with Spirit-Gathering Pills while he worked.

However, even after consuming the remaining two ninth-grade lower Spirit-Gathering Pills and that ninth-grade upper Spirit-Gathering Pill, his cultivation still failed to break through to Qi Refining, Fourth Level.

Still, Qi Refining, Third Level was already the ceiling among the servant disciples of the Yellow-Tier Alchemy Room.

Unless Manager Pang personally made a move, Lu Chen feared no one in the Servant Quarters.

One had to know that, aside from Hu Biao, who had been carried to the mass grave and was at Qi Refining, Third Level, only Liu Heizi and Zhou Dazhuang were at Qi Refining, Third Level in the Servant Quarters.

Everyone else was at Qi Refining, Second Layer.

Before awakening the Yin-Yang Creation Cauldron, he had been firmly planted at the very bottom of Qi Refining, First Layer.

This so-called competition Manager Pang had arranged was merely to find a reasonable excuse to reasonably kill him.

In the past, anyone in the Servant Quarters could have defeated him.

But now, things were different.

"Tonight, I'll give you a great big surprise."

Lu Chen looked at Manager Pang, who was secretly keeping an eye on him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

He worked until dusk and cleaned a total of four alchemy rooms, yet still did not obtain a single discarded pill.

Meanwhile, the other servant disciples found another discarded pill that retained medicinal power.

"Is my luck really that terrible?"

Lu Chen was truly depressed to the extreme.

After finishing a full day of work, he carried his tools back to the Servant Quarters.

There was hardly anyone in the Servant Quarters at that moment.

Only Wu Dalong was tending the fire in the kitchen.

Just as Lu Chen entered his room, Wu Dalong suddenly rushed out of the kitchen and dashed into the latrine as though flying.

At the sight of that, a thought immediately surfaced in Lu Chen's mind.

Seeing no one around, he slipped out of his room and darted into the kitchen.

"I'll add something extra potent for you lot!"

He took a discarded pill from his storage pouch, crushed it into powder, and directly added it to the pot of medicinal herb bone soup before swiftly returning to his room.

There was not much Pill Poison in that discarded pill. The servant disciples would not be in any danger after drinking the bone soup that Lu Chen had given an extra kick, but it would cause gastrointestinal discomfort and turn them all into human fountains.

Before long, the other servant disciples of the Servant Quarters returned one after another.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

The Spirit Rice Bran Porridge was gone. For dinner, they had white rice and medicinal herb bone soup.

The servant disciples madly fought over the bone soup.

This bone soup could dissolve the Pill Poison in their bodies.

By the time Lu Chen finished eating and wanted some soup, the huge pot of bone soup had already been drained to the last drop.

Lu Chen sneered inwardly. In a moment, you'll know how formidable it is.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Manager Pang arrived.

"Alright, come over and draw lots. Following the order, the person who draws number one will fight the person who draws number two, number three will fight number four, and so on. Your opponents will be determined by numerical order."

As Manager Pang spoke, he placed a wooden box on the stone table in the courtyard.

Zhou Dazhuang was the first to step forward. He drew number three.

Everyone stepped forward to draw lots.

In truth, everyone knew perfectly well that Lu Chen had the lowest cultivation in the Servant Quarters.

Manager Pang was merely putting on a show. The person who came in last in this competition would definitely be Lu Chen, that Qi Refining, First Layer piece of trash.

The one sent to replace Hou Dahai in guarding the Waste Pill Repository would also definitely be Lu Chen.

None of them could see through Lu Chen's cultivation.

Even Liu Fuyao, the saintess of the Joyful Union Sect at the Early Golden Core Stage, could not sense the Yin-Yang Creation Cauldron within Lu Chen. As if these people could possibly see through his cultivation.

Very soon, only Lu Chen, Liu Heizi, and another servant disciple, Wu Dalong, had yet to draw lots.

Lu Chen smiled, stepped forward, reached into the box, and felt around until he found a token. He took it out and looked at it. Number eighteen.

There were two number tokens left in the box: seventeen and twenty-nine.

Whichever of Liu Heizi and Wu Dalong drew seventeen would be Lu Chen's opponent. Whoever drew twenty-nine would receive a bye.

Wu Dalong stepped forward and reached into the box to pull out a number token.

"Twenty-nine?"

Everyone marveled at Wu Dalong's good luck.

"Lu Chen, I never expected you to be my opponent!"

Liu Heizi said as he patted Lu Chen's shoulder.

"I never expected the one who wanted to kill me was you."

Lu Chen looked at Liu Heizi and said calmly.