My mission

The tribesmen were worried about her and wanted her to have a good rest.

And then, then, nothing happened.

Qingyin only rested for half a month, and then did whatever she wanted.

Just like before, if she wanted to make pills, she could go to the alchemy room and no one could stop her.

As for those who came to stop them, after seeing Qingyin's tough attitude, they did not dare to confront him head-on and went to seek external help.

Their external aid is Qingyin’s grandmother and mother.

But Qingyin's grandmother Wenren Zhuorui and mother Shangguan Xuan'er also gave in under Qingyin's insistence.

In the end, the two compromised, but they also had a request.

Qingyin had to have her body examined by the family's alchemists and doctors to confirm that there was nothing wrong with her body before she could do whatever she wanted as before.

When Qingyin heard this request, he agreed immediately.

Afterwards, the family's Danxiu and doctors came to examine her and confirmed that she was in very good health.

Wenren Zhuorui and Shangguan Xuan'er didn't say anything else, and helped Qingyin stop the tribesmen who came to look for her, so that she could do what she wanted to do with peace of mind.

"Huh~ I can finally make pills properly."

After saying that, Qingyin entered the alchemy room and began to refine pills.

This time, Qingyin wanted to try to refine an eighth-grade elixir.

"Boom——

click-

"Pah—"

Qingyin spent eight months in seclusion refining the eighth-grade elixir, originally intending to refine the eighth-grade resurrection elixir.

But I didn't expect that at the critical moment of pill formation, the eighth-grade resurrection pill suddenly mutated.

The original eighth-grade resurrection pill mutated and became the ninth-grade resurrection pill.

The Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, this is not something that can be found in the Yueting Continent.

Then, since it shouldn't appear, it must be destroyed, and that's how the pill calamity came.

However, the person who refined the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill today was Qingyin, not any other cultivator. There is no way that the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill cannot survive the pill tribulation.

Maybe it can even become a pill ahead of time.

"Tian Dao, what I want to refine is the eighth-grade resurrection pill. This pill mutated on its own, ha, it has nothing to do with me."

"I know." Tiandao replied depressedly.

Afterwards, the Heavenly Dao sent down a thunder tribulation, which only struck the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, but not Qingyin.

Of course, he didn't dare to chop it.

After all, the Way of Heaven is only the Way of Heaven for the small worlds among the Three Thousand Worlds. It cannot and will not harm the people in the Three Thousand Main Worlds.

What's more, as a person who can patrol the three thousand worlds, Qingyin must have some abilities and trump cards.

Therefore, the cultivators who were attracted by the thunder tribulation of Dancheng saw a strange phenomenon.

Twelve golden pills were struck by lightning in the sky, and Qingyin was drinking tea and eating snacks beside the thunder.

Actually, Qingyin didn't want to attract hatred by drinking tea and eating here.

But she had been in seclusion for eight months to make elixirs, and now she was really tired and hungry, so she couldn't care less.

Besides, after the twelve Nine-Turn Resurrection Pills are made, she will still attract hatred, but it will be sooner or later, so it doesn’t matter.

That's right, the hated Qingyin forgot one thing. Eight months ago, she was still a fifth-rank alchemy practitioner.

In less than a year, she had already refined an eighth-grade elixir.

Let’s not talk about the mutation of the elixir for now, let’s talk about her growth rate.

In less than a year, he advanced from a fifth-grade alchemy cultivator to an eighth-grade alchemy cultivator. This talent is not just monstrous, it's abnormal.

Fortunately, in these almost fourteen years, Qingyin has never gone out except for eight months ago.

The outside world only knows that a girl was born in the Zisang family fourteen years ago. She is the eldest daughter of the Zisang family. Her name is Zisang Qingyin, and she is an alchemy cultivator.

"Old man, your granddaughter is extremely talented."

"Thank you, thank you. This is the result of my own hard work."

"You don't know, but my little granddaughter has loved making pills since she was little, and she has a great talent."

"I remember that when she was one year old, she knew a lot of medicinal herbs and spiritual plants."

"When she was three years old, she figured out a first-grade low-level Xiao Huan Dan by herself."

"Then, my granddaughter was taken in as a disciple by a hermit Taoist priest who happened to be visiting my home."

"After that, my granddaughter spent every day either in her spiritual garden or in her alchemy room. She was so hardworking."

"But fortunately, her hard work paid off. When she was thirteen years old, her master said that she had completed her apprenticeship."

"From now on, just make more pills and study medicine well. Everything he can teach you will be passed on to my granddaughter."

"That's right. Before he left, this hermit alchemist thought that my granddaughter was too young to stay in the alchemy room all the time, so he asked me to take my granddaughter out for a walk and to gain some experience."

"As for the rest, you guys know it. I took the younger generation of my family out for some fun not long ago, and I got some good stuff."

"Then, my granddaughter got an inspiration while sorting out her things, and told us that she wanted to try to refine the eighth-grade resurrection pill."

"I thought that it's okay for a child to like to try new things, so I gave her a portion of the ingredients for the eighth-grade Resurrection Pill that my family has collected."

"I was just trying to coax a child, I didn't think she would succeed."

"But I didn't expect that today, the elixir that I thought would fail and explode the furnace actually mutated."

"Besides, it looks like this pill will work."

"Tell me, what is this all about?"

The Tribulation Crossing cultivators from other families who had hurried over happened to hear the old ancestor's words in full. They all wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.

Of course, there are definitely people cursing in their hearts, but no one says it out loud, so our ancestors pretend not to hear it.

snort!

I know you must be jealous of me in your hearts, but if you don’t say it, I will pretend not to know.

Besides, my granddaughter is so outstanding, what's wrong with me showing off a little.

"Old buddy, take it easy, those guys are also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

If they fight one against one, no one of them will be able to defeat you, but if they fight more than one, you will still be pinned to the ground and beaten."

"What you mean is that if they pin me to the ground and beat me, you won't help me!"

"Haha, based on what you just said to show off, I almost want to pin you to the ground and rub you."

"What my brothers and I can do is to stand aside and watch when they beat you."

After hearing his friend's words, the old ancestor looked at his other brothers who were secretly protecting their granddaughter. He could feel the envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes even though they were far away.

Damn, I have to stop showing off. If I continue, I’ll incur public wrath. I’d better stop it and try again next time.

The ancestor said this to himself, as if he had convinced himself, but in fact he had not.