Each disciple is not simple

The disciple turned around and immediately bowed to the visitor with respect and admiration.

"Brother Danqing."

Dan Qing nodded slightly, but his eyes fell on Jun Moyao.

"Can you make pills?"

"Of course." Jun Moyao had a cold expression, as if she didn't want to say anything more to him.

Dan Qing stood straight with the same indifferent look, but little did he know that his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

He had never been humiliated in public like this before, and he didn't even know how he returned to report to his master.

The first thing the master asked when he saw him was "Did she accept it?"

He didn't believe that his master didn't know that he was humiliated by Mingjia, but his master didn't ask him a single question.

He stood in front of his master for a long time, and his master spoke again, but it still had nothing to do with him.

"Mingjia has indeed accepted a good disciple. He has taken advantage of all the opportunities and is tenacious. He will definitely become a powerful person in the future."

Between the words, there was appreciation and praise that he had never received before.

"What a pity! If she had asked the disciples of Yaofeng, I would have definitely accepted her as my last disciple."

Danqing's self-maintained calmness and rationality collapsed in an instant, and he looked as miserable as a homeless stray dog.

Is it that he didn't do something well enough, or that he didn't work hard enough?

Since being accepted as a disciple by his master, he has been diligent and self-reliant. He knows all the spiritual plants and herbs like the back of his hand, and can recite all kinds of elixir recipes by heart. His master is unwilling to sort out mundane things, so he maintains the entire Wen Yao Peak by himself.

From the clan leader to the servants, there is no one who does not praise him for being excellent.

But the Master was the only one who never praised him, never.

But Jun Moyao could easily get what was beyond his reach, which made him jealous and also unwilling to accept it.

"Jun Moyao, how about you and I compete in an alchemy contest? If you win, I will allow you to graduate from the alchemy course in the academy, and you won't have to attend the alchemy morning class in the future."

The moment he said this, Danqing actually felt a sense of relief. It was a feeling of freedom that came from suddenly not having to restrain himself anymore after always being self-disciplined.

Jun Moyao looked at him with a 'what are you talking about' look.

Please forgive Jun Moyao for not understanding, it’s really that she has never attended morning classes!

Fortunately, Dan Qing, who had been the chief disciple for many years, saw through Jun Moyao's doubts at a glance.

It turns out that Tai Shang Zong also has compulsory education, which is morning classes.

The morning classes cover various fields, including five subjects: alchemy, formation, talismans, basic swordsmanship, and weapon forging.

Formal disciples of the sect need to complete five subjects before they can stop attending morning classes.

Of course, everyone has their own strengths, and most of the five subjects are only touched upon superficially, focusing on basic cognition.

Medicine has no cure and does not like many people. The subject of alchemy has always been taught by him in the Danqing era.

"You have never been to the alchemy subject. If you have been there before the end of the year, you cannot pass it. You will not receive the monthly allowance of elixirs from Chijian Peak."

This kind of punishment is to urge the disciples to complete their studies. The sect reduces the monthly allowance of each peak according to the subjects of the disciples who have not completed their studies. However, there is only one disciple, Jun Moyao, at Chijian Peak, so proportionally speaking, the monthly allowance of the corresponding subjects should be directly cancelled.

Mingjia, who had graduated many years ago, had long forgotten about this matter, but Jun Moyao really didn't want to make the already poor situation of Chijian Peak any worse.

but……

"You are an alchemist, and I am a swordsman. This competition is unfair no matter how you look at it."

Jun Moyao is not a stupid person, and she is not someone who likes to lose.

"You decide the time and the pills to be tested. The winner will only be determined by the level of the pills. How do you think?"

It can be said that Dan Qing almost gave the initiative to Jun Moyao. He also wanted to win the opponent fairly, rather than relying on opportunism.

"What about the prize?"

Dan Qing was stunned. Didn’t he just say that we could finish the course early?

Jun Moyao's eyes flashed with cunning, "If I can beat you, it naturally means that my alchemy skills have passed the test. If you don't judge me as a master, the sect master will naturally make the judgment. This can't be used as a prize."

When everyone heard this, it seemed to be true.

"Then what do you want?" Dan Qing asked.

Jun Moyao looked at him meaningfully, "You know what you can give me."

"Mermaid Fantasy Jade?" Dan Qing's expression became a little more complicated.

There are four main ingredients in the Xuduan Pill, all of which she had collected with great effort in her previous life.

Among them, the mermaid fantasy jade is the scales on the tail of the mermaid. Grinding it into powder and using it as medicine has the effect of clearing meridians and activating blood circulation. Nowadays, mermaids are almost extinct in the world of cultivation, and every piece of mermaid fantasy jade is very precious.

Dan Qing was a little hesitant. The reason was that the Mermaid Jade was a gift from his master to him for building his foundation. It was not only precious, but also had other meanings.

"Are you afraid of losing to me? Forget it." Jun Moyao smiled, turned around and prepared to exchange the spiritual plants.

"Wait!" Dan Qing gritted his teeth and took out a palm-sized blue jade pendant from his storage bag. "This is the Jiao Huan Jade. If you win, it will be yours."

Jun Moyao's eyes lit up, "Okay, it's a deal then!"

The disciples around were whispering to each other, obviously thinking that Jun Moyao was overestimating his abilities.

Dan Qing looked at Jun Moyao's confident look and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, but he quickly suppressed it.

He will definitely win, he wants to prove that he is better than Jun Moyao!

"When is the competition?"

Jun Moyao smiled as she selected spiritual plants, "I am most proficient at refining the Bigu Pill now. How about this, we refine the Bigu Pill in the competition arena in three days?"

When these words were spoken, all the disciples of Wen Yaofeng were stunned.

They thought that Jun Moyao's alchemy skills were so powerful that Dan Qing took the initiative to ask for a competition. But from what Jun Moyao said, it seemed that it was just a basic introduction.

That's right. Jun Moyao picked and chose for a long time, and the spiritual plants he chose were generally the materials for primary elixirs, with only a few being the spiritual plants that could be used for advanced elixirs.

Dan Qing was also embarrassed for a moment, "No matter how high the level of the Bigu Pill is, it is meaningless."

"It doesn't need to have any meaning. It's just a competition."

Jun Moyao said this and left Wenyao Peak with the spiritual plants, feeling very satisfied.

Within half a day, the news that Jun Moyao and Dan Qing were going to compete in alchemy spread throughout the Tai Shang Sect.

Perhaps it had been a while since the Tai Shang Sect had such an interesting competition, and even the Sect Master Xuan Ji got involved, saying that he would be the referee that day.

Three days later, the arena was bustling with people.

Jun Moyao and Dan Qing stood opposite each other, each preparing the alchemy furnace and medicinal materials.

With Xuanji's command, the competition officially began.

Jun Moyao was very skilled and put the herbs into the alchemy furnace smoothly, while Dan Qing seemed a little nervous, with slight sweat on his forehead.

The two sides of the arena were clearly divided: one side was for the disciples of Yaofeng, and the other side was for the disciples of the sect who came to watch the fun.

Yao Wujiu was thin, with a long beard and cold eyes. Unlike Zheng Qian, who was serious and old-fashioned, Yao Wujiu was cold from the inside out. If he didn't always have the scent of medicine on him, I'm afraid others would think he practiced the ruthless way.

In sharp contrast to him is Mingjia.