Mortal Alchemy

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Hua Miaoli gasped for breath, her eyes dull, her lips almost bitten through.

“Is the gap between me and the top disciples really this big?”

She was, after all, a special spiritual body, and her cultivation speed had been relatively fast since the Qi Refining stage. Now, she even had a chance to advance to the Golden Core stage!

But when she ran into Chen Ping, she couldn't even break through his defense in ten days. “Is this what the Seed of Nascent Soul battle is about?”

Only by reaching Chen Ping's level would there be a chance to glimpse the Nascent Soul stage next year?

It really was a cruel realization.

In these ten days, she had exhausted all means, but Chen Ping remained as immovable as a towering mountain.

To encounter a top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivator like Chen Ping was truly despairing.

After ten days.

Hua Miaoli stopped struggling and cupped her fist at Chen Ping: “Chen… Senior Brother, I willingly admit defeat.”

With that, Hua Miaoli turned and flew off the fighting stage. The moment her figure left the stage, she was teleported out of the arena. In that fleeting moment, she seemed to glance back, her eyes glistening.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators who could reach the third round of the Seed of Nascent Soul battle were all those with firm Dao hearts and decisive, ruthless natures, surpassing ninety-nine percent of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Eastern Region's cultivation world.

Even so, when they realized how vast the gap was between themselves and the top, it was inevitable that their Dao hearts would collapse.

Hua Miaoli had actually been brought to tears by Chen Ping…

However, no one would stop for Hua Miaoli.

The voice of the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Myriad Desire Pavilion rang out:

“Next battle.”

Chen Ping also flew out of the arena and returned to his white jade flying boat.

He felt a slight joy in his heart: “In this way, I have managed to drag out ten days.”

He returned to his private room to check. Inside the pill furnace, the nine spiritual herbs had all dissolved, turning into an essence solution.

The refining of the Golden Spirit Guidance Pill was already one-third complete.

“Next is the fusion of the essence solution…”

“And finally, the merging into a pill.”

A hint of uncontrollable excitement flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, and his heart thumped:

“As long as I can survive the next twenty days!”

He clenched his fists, sparing no expense, trying every possible means to drag out the next twenty days!

These third-order spiritual fire and third-order pill furnace were truly good, not requiring someone to constantly watch over the pill furnace while refining pills.

Chen Ping suppressed all sorts of thoughts, slightly adjusting the spiritual fire and the pill furnace to ensure that this furnace of Golden Spirit Guidance Pill had a chance to succeed!

However, the further along the pill refining progressed, the more likely unexpected accidents were to occur.

It was possible that at the last moment, Chen Ping's efforts would be in vain.

Chen Ping pondered for a long time and injected his divine sense into the gray-white bead.

He placed the gray-white bead on the pill furnace and closed his eyes to manipulate it for a while: “It really works!”

“Within a thousand feet is the range of my divine sense, and splitting a strand of my soul can achieve the effect of a mother-child magic weapon, allowing me to control it remotely!”

After Chen Ping understood the principle of mother-child magic weapons, he had some speculation about this matter. Now, upon experimentation, splitting off a strand of his soul was like using a mother-child magic weapon.

Moreover, the gray-white bead was quite a magical treasure.

Within a limited distance, it could be controlled.

This was another good thing for Chen Ping.

With his remote soul able to control the pill furnace, Chen Ping could observe the condition of the pill furnace at any time.

“The biggest problem now is how to survive the next twenty days…”

Chen Ping had already entered the top fifty.

Chen Ping came to the deck, his gaze sweeping over the top experts who remained!

None of them were easy to deal with.

Chen Ping's ease in dealing with Hua Miaoli was because Hua Miaoli lacked a unique offensive intent, secondly, she didn't have a third-order magic weapon, and lastly, it was due to his own cultivation techniques.

And the experts who entered the second round were all equipped with third-order magic weapons as standard, and some even had two or three magic weapons.

Apart from Chen Ping, all of them were top spiritual bodies or special spiritual roots.

Chen Ping had attended almost everyone's battle, wanting to grasp some information about his enemies in advance.

But most people ended the battle within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, without revealing their trump cards, making it impossible to figure out their depth.

Even Chen Ping, when dealing with Hua Miaoli, had only used the Sword Qi Storage and the Azure Lotus Sword Seal of the Myriad Manifestations Returning Stream Sword.

“They are all troublesome characters…” Chen Ping's expression was solemn.

However, in another morning, the forty-eight spots were successfully determined.

“Next battle.”

The Nascent Soul cultivator's charming voice rang out.

Forty-eight jade tokens flew up into the air, colliding together in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

This made many people nervous. If they encountered an extremely powerful person, then the Seed of Nascent Soul battle would end there.

Just five more battles to enter the finals.

And they could get a bottle of Tears of the Celestial Maiden!

Second round, first battle: Chen Ping versus Tie Xinyuan!

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the pressure:

“The first battle is me, and I'm fighting Tie Xinyuan!”

Tie Xinyuan, a mutated supreme-grade Lightning Spiritual Root, inherited the Sword Dao mantle, comparable to the Myriad Manifestations Returning Stream Sword.

This was possibly the strongest opponent Chen Ping had encountered so far in the Foundation Establishment realm.

Both being sword cultivators, the opponent might be as strong as him, so how could he delay the time?

Chen Ping's heart felt heavy.

“Begin.” The Nascent Soul cultivator's voice rang out.

Chen Ping flew onto the arena.

After a moment.

“Buzz buzz.”

The sound of electric arcs rang out as Tie Xinyuan, carrying a large sword on his back, ascended the stage. His appearance was weathered, like a raging thunder beast, his eyes extremely aggressive. Contact with his gaze caused a tangible stinging sensation all over the body.

In an instant, Chen Ping's fighting spirit was also ignited.

Tie Xinyuan revealed a smile.

“Buzz!”

At the instant of the two soft sword cries.

The two figures drew their swords and charged forward.

“Bang—”

Fiery red and purple electric sword qi overflowed as the two engaged in close combat with their bodies wielding their swords.

Chen Ping's Myriad Manifestations Returning Stream Sword was endlessly regenerating, its sword qi unextinguished.

Tie Xinyuan's lightning sword qi was gradually appearing and disappearing, also reaching the level of unextinguished sword qi!

The huge arena trembled slightly.

“Hahaha!” Tie Xinyuan let out a wild beast's roar of laughter, as if he had found his prey:

“You actually also walk the path of the physical body sword cultivator!!!”

This Tie Xinyuan was also a third-order physical body cultivator!

“Nephew Chen Ping, then let's have a true sword cultivator's fight!” Tie Xinyuan was like a war-crazed madman.

A flash of light flashed in Chen Ping's eyes: “That's exactly what I want!”

If the two were to engage in close combat with their physical bodies and sword dao, then with similar strength, it would definitely be impossible to determine a winner within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

This Tie Xinyuan wanted to engage him in close combat, which exactly matched Chen Ping's idea of wanting to delay the time.

There was both pressure and good fortune.

If he were to lose to Tie Xinyuan, then Chen Ping would have to abandon the Golden Spirit Guidance Pill that was still being refined and trigger the heavenly tribulation to advance to the Golden Core stage in place!

“Buzz buzz buzz—” Purple electricity surged on Tie Xinyuan's body, and he himself seemed to have transformed into a lightning beast.

Chen Ping did not dare to be careless at all, giving it his all.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Ping and Tie Xinyuan exchanged dozens of moves, with tens of thousands of pounds of force colliding. The aftermath of one move could stir up a great wind!