An Qingli returned to the Grand Master Peak with his sword, preparing to retreat to refine alchemy and reach the lower level of seventh-level alchemy.
However, someone was already waiting at the foot of Grandmaster Peak.
It is the burning sun of the fire spirit root. Now it has reached the stage of foundation-building Dzogchen and is ready to form elixirs at any time.
"Junior Sister Qingli." Zhiyang observed the etiquette this time and did not take the initiative to pounce on her and get too close.
"Senior Brother Zhiyang." An Qingli said calmly and looked at this man calmly. Although he had fought in the ring before, he was not very impressed by him.
"Um, I'm going to form an elixir in the near future." Zhi Yang felt a little embarrassed.
"Congratulations, senior brother." An Qingli said calmly, raising his feet to go up to Grandmaster Peak.
"Junior sister, wait a moment." Zhi Yang hurriedly caught up a few steps and said anxiously, "Well, I still want to say that I am happy with you, junior sister. If junior sister is willing, I am willing to wait for junior sister to form an elixir and join hands with you on the road."
An Qingli refused: "Thank you for your support, senior brother. I wish senior brother to find another wife soon."
After saying this, An Qingli walked away with his sword and left without looking back.
The mountains and fields of Grandmaster Peak are filled with colorful flowers.
The little Pegasus sighed in the spirit animal bag. The flowers were blooming so well that many people were competing to pick them.
Mu Sheng smiled brightly on the top of the mountain. He was indeed a good disciple who was raised rich and he was not easily abducted by others.
An Qingli went to the Grand Master's Palace to make alchemy. Mu Sheng wanted to personally inspect the results of her alchemy. If she did not meet his requirements, Mu Sheng was not prepared to let her wander out of the sect.
At that time, it took him three years to be promoted from a sixth-grade alchemist to a seventh-grade alchemist.
Two months later, An Qingli officially became a seventh-level alchemist. Mu Sheng stared at his apprentice seriously for a long time.
An Qingli was so stared at that his heart went crazy. He suppressed his request to leave the sect and said, "Master, if you have something to say, it's okay to just say it."
Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "Apprentice, are you the reincarnation of some alchemy master, or the one with memories?"
"Master, you are joking." An Qingli felt a thump in his heart, but said in his mind, Master, you can really guess, but you are only half right.
"I'm serious." Mu Sheng looked serious.
"It's only when the master teaches well that the apprentice can learn quickly." An Qingli laughed along with him, and then said, "Isn't that what alchemy is all about? Just follow what you teach, master, and do it step by step."
"No, no," Mu Sheng said, "What about your ability to recognize grass? It's so accurate. Without hundreds of years of accumulation, it wouldn't be able to reach that level."
An Qingli said: "Apprentice has his own opportunity and it is not convenient for him to reveal it."
"Hmph, no wonder you want to run away all day long. It turns out you are looking for an opportunity. Could it be that you accidentally broke into some ancient prohibition and acquired some alchemy inheritance?"
Mu Sheng grimaced and snorted.
"Master has a great reputation." An Qingli quickly handed over his hand. Master's speculation saved her from making up lies.
Mu Sheng hummed and said: "Then I will test you, what are the magical uses of Phoenix Essence Grass? Only if you answer the questions correctly, you will be able to leave the sect."
An Qingli, who had been staying in the sect for four or five years, quickly cleared his throat and replied: "Phoenix marrow grass is an immortal plant. It has disappeared in Bianlan Realm and can be used to refine the Ascension Pill."
Mu Sheng asked again: "What can be used to replace it?"
An Qingli followed Xiao Jintan's inherited memory and replied: "It can be replaced by a mixture of bird tea grass, silver grass, netherworld flower, and ghost shellac in proportion."
Mu Sheng couldn't hold back the excitement and joy in his heart. He really had a good disciple. He searched through ancient books and couldn't find something for a long time, but his disciple answered it so easily.
It's really hard to find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
Mu Sheng turned his back, walked slowly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Apprentice, you gave such a perfunctory and general answer, do you not want to leave the sect?"
An Qingli smiled bitterly and said: "Master, if you ask so carefully, are you trying to refine the Ascension Pill and fly to the upper world to have a look?"
But don't do it. The Tianyun Sect's high-level combat power has not yet grown. If the master ascends to the upper world at this time and leaves the Tianyun Sect alone, the Yun Sect will cry out to the heavens and the earth that day and burst into tears.
Maybe there will be blood flowing, because someone is eyeing the many high-level elixirs of Tianyun Sect.
Mu Sheng turned around, put one hand behind his back, and nodded An Qingli's head with the other. He gritted his teeth and said, "Evil disciple, you really know too much, why are you so smart?"
An Qingli said kindly: "How can you be Master's apprentice if you are not smart? Besides, Master, now is really not the time for you to let go. The apprentice is still so weak and needs your protection. The sect has just begun to gain momentum and wants to go to higher places."
Walk."
Just say that last year when we started recruiting disciples, many good seedlings abandoned the Tianyin Sect and took the initiative to defect to the Tianyun Sect, which made Sect Master Qiu very happy.
Mu Sheng sighed: "Your master, I am an elixir addict. My hands itch when I see unrefined elixirs. What can I do? But don't worry, apprentice, even those spiritual plants that can be substituted are not easy to find."
Shit, Master is not so quick to make your wishes come true."
But the little Pegasus said in the spirit beast bag, you always have the fifth stage of purple luck, if you don't keep it all, within fifty years, all your wishes will come true.
And the fifth stage of purple luck is the luck of ascension.
"ah!"
The little Pegasus suddenly exclaimed, "It's amazing, maybe this Mu Sheng will really get what he wants and become the first person to ascend in the Bianlan Realm after thousands of years!"
"Owner!"
Little Pegasus immediately informed An Qingli of his inference.
An Qingli's heart skipped a beat again. She hadn't finished reading the original text, so she originally thought that if someone from the Bianlan Realm was going to ascend, it might be Ye Zhilan who took the lead.
However, due to Ye Zhilan's various actions, An Qingli no longer had high hopes for her.
But he never thought that the person who would most likely become the first person to ascend would be his master Mu Sheng.
This life has indeed changed a lot.
In his previous life, An Qingli lived to be over a hundred years old, but he never heard of the Grandmaster's ascension.
Moreover, in the previous life, Mu Sheng was only a ninth-grade alchemy master, not a super-ninth-grade master, and he did not refine the elixir that would cause the calamity of pills and thunder.
What cause and effect made Mu Sheng so prominent in this life?
An Qingli tried to think back, maybe by accepting her as a disciple, she obtained many ten thousand-year soul-breaking grass and exchanged it for many high-level spiritual plants for Mu Sheng, which made his alchemy level improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.
"Master, Master." An Qingli felt complicated.
"What's wrong?" Mu Sheng, still thinking about this evil disciple, continued to speak and explained clearly the ratio of replacement spiritual plants.
An Qingli said: "It is the master's freedom to refine the Ascension Pill, but you still have to take it or not."
Her master was so willful that she was really afraid that he would ignore her at his whim.
Mu Sheng snorted: "I know what you, the evil disciple, want to say. Don't worry, the master will not give up and leave before you grow into a ninth-grade alchemist."
An Qingli said in fear: "Master, if you say this, the disciple will be under great pressure."
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