I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

Yuan Sheng twisted his beard, looked at the other sect leaders and heads present, and finally nodded and said, "I think what Sect Leader Gu said makes sense. Cultivation is inherently dangerous. If you retreat because of fear of danger, what will happen if you develop inner demons in the future? What if you face the demons one day?"

When the others heard what Sect Leader Yuan said, they were speechless.

Two days later, which was the day before the sect competition began, a bell rang in the Qingling Sect to call on disciples. Disciples from other sects who came to participate in the sect competition also gathered in the square halfway up the main peak.

Yuan Sheng, as the person in charge of the organizer of this competition, stood at the head, looking at the neatly lined disciples below, announcing the content of this sect competition.

The disciples below were all shocked after hearing this.

"What? The competition is held in the swamp at the foot of the mountain? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Oh, I heard that the swamp in the back mountain of Qingling Sect is very mysterious. I heard that because of its location, it is shrouded in miasma all year round. Once you enter it, you will be poisoned."

"Not only that, there is no telling what kind of demons there are, and they are very likely to absorb demonic energy. Demonic energy can corrode the flesh, blood, and spiritual consciousness of cultivators."

"This... is so terrible, is it too late for me to quit now?" A disciple wanted to retreat.

A disciple standing beside him spoke up at the right time: "Didn't Sect Master Yuan say that it is all voluntary? Those who don't want to participate can leave on their own. In the future, Qingling Sect will no longer provide him with elixirs."

When the others heard this, they all wilted.

The Qingling Sect is the number one alchemy sect in the spiritual world. They have the most alchemists in the entire spiritual world, and the pills they refine account for more than 90% of the entire spiritual world.

If the Qingling Sect really stopped providing them with elixirs, it would be tantamount to cutting off the livelihood of these disciples with low cultivation.

He Lian'er, standing in the crowd, had a faint smile on her face.

I have heard for a long time that there is a special area at the foot of the back mountain of Qingling Sect, which is a treasure land for magic cultivators. I didn't expect it to be true.

She didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains in this sect competition.

This time she must take a good look inside. If she is lucky, she can take the opportunity to keep He Ronger in the swamp forever and never let her get out.

At the same time, He Ronger, who was sitting in her room studying alchemy, couldn't help but sneeze.

"Is someone cursing me? Why do I suddenly feel a chill on my back?" She rubbed her arms and muttered softly.

Originally, she was going to the front mountain to participate in the gathering, but Sect Master Yuan temporarily assigned her a task and asked her to help research medicine to resist miasma, and only then allowed her to stay in her residence.

Xu Chong was a person who liked to join in the fun. When he heard the bell to summon her, he ran to find He Ronger. When he heard her say that she was going to make medicine in the room, he decided to stay and accompany her.

Seeing He Rong'er sneeze and knock over the medicine powder on the table, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Oh, Rong girl, look at your little face, you're almost like a little cat."

He Ronger raised her hand to wipe her face, looked at Xu Chong unhappily and said, "Humph, maybe you were scolding me in your heart just now, which made me spill the medicine powder."

"Hey, little girl, don't wrongly accuse a good person. I didn't scold you. Besides, if I really scolded you, would I do it behind your back? That's not my character."

"So you want to scold me to my face?"

"You... well, you dare to trick me, I will punish you."

The two of them started chasing and playing in the room.

At this time, Zou Mubai walked out from outside and was bumped into by Xu Chong.

"Ouch, who is that? You suddenly stood up and hit me to death." Xu Chong shouted, covering his chest.

Zou Mubai glanced down at him without saying anything, then said to He Ronger, "Sect Master Yuan said that he wants me to go with you to the sect competition this time."

In previous sect competitions, disciples of equal strength were selected from each sect, who would then draw lots to compete with their opponents on the competition stage.

Generally speaking, it is the Qi Refining stage against the Qi Refining stage, and the Foundation Building stage against the Foundation Building stage.

However, this time the rules of the competition were temporarily changed. All disciples in the Qi Refining Stage were not allowed to participate. Only disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage could enter the swamp to search for the target medicinal materials.

Because the sects are different and have many disciples, in order to avoid abnormal fighting among disciples, there must be elders with higher cultivation levels to accompany them.

Zou Mubai was worried about He Ronger's safety, so he took the initiative to find Sect Master Yuan.

He Ronger was happy when she heard that Uncle Zou was also going.

Xu Chong's eyes sparkled when he heard this: "Brother Zou, can you follow us all the time and protect our safety at all times?"

He Ronger also looked up at Zou Mubai, waiting for his answer.

"Of course I will follow you all the way, but Sect Master Yuan asked me to lead a team in, and other disciples will go with us. You two need to pay more attention to your own safety."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Rong girl if you can't take care of her." Xu Chong said with a smile.

"Uncle Zou, don't worry. We will be careful." He Ronger also smiled sweetly and agreed happily.

Originally, she was indeed a little worried. After all, the medicine to resist the miasma has not yet been developed. Even if it was developed, they would still face many unknown dangers.

Now that Uncle Zou was going in with them, she felt much more at ease.

Seeing that He Ronger still had things to do, Zou Mubai left to make preparations.

After everyone left, Xu Chong came to He Ronger with a smile, put his hands on his chin and watched He Ronger continue to fiddle with the herbs on the table.

After sitting for a long time, he began to feel sleepy and dozed off.

With a "bang", his head accidentally hit the table, which scared He Ronger.

"Xu Chong, if you are sleepy, go to sleep and don't stay here."

"No, I don't want to go back." Xu Chong said aggrievedly, covering his aching forehead.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a black bead on the corner of the table. He bent down and picked it up.

"Hey, what is this?"

He Ronger looked up and shook her head without any interest: "I don't know. You should go now. I'm busy with something very important. I can't make any mistakes, okay?"

Xu Chong had no choice but to leave angrily with the beads.

When he returned to the room, Xu Chong took out the bead again and looked at it: "Strange, why does this bead look a little bit wrong? It seems to have a hint of yin energy."

"Wait, this bead seems to have fallen from Brother Zou's body. Is it some extraordinary treasure?"

He was about to study it carefully when he was interrupted by a voice outside the door: "Junior Brother Xu, the Sect Master wants to see you. He wants you to go to the front hall to find him!"

"Coming!" Xu Chong responded, put the beads in his arms, and followed the disciple to the front hall.