The Alchemy Conference was jointly organized by the disciples of this highly respected spiritual alchemist and major aristocratic families, and they selected the final winner for awards.
When Ling Chuxi came to the square, the young spiritual alchemists who were preparing to participate in the Alchemy Conference were coming on stage one after another, and several conference guards who had reached the level of monarch were responsible for verifying their identity.
Not everyone has the opportunity to participate in the Alchemy Conference. Danxin Pavilion and Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce, which are long-established Dange Chamber of Commerce, all have quotas allocated by the conference. Some other aristocratic clans that are good at alchemy also have quotas. As a casual cultivator,
Alchemists who want to participate in the Alchemy Conference must be jointly recommended by the Alchemy Pavilion or the Family Sect. The threshold is not low.
But then again, if they really have that kind of strength, these Dange Danfang and the family clans will definitely not be stingy with a little paper and ink. For such a small price, they can build a relationship with a spiritual alchemist who may have a promising future.
, what a bargain.
Ling Chuxi was about to enter the venue when she met Zhihan coming towards her.
"You're here too." Zhihan glanced at Ling Chuxi and was not surprised at all. He said coldly, still looking arrogant.
"Yeah." Ling Chuxi nodded with a smile. She never holds grudges. Anyway, she is not the one who suffers every time. Even if she has grudges, she takes them back at the time. Why hold grudges?
Ling Chuxi had a harmless smile on her face, and she smiled very kindly. If someone who didn't know the details looked at it, they would think they were such good friends. Of course, looking at the frost on Zhihan's face, they would
I know that's definitely not the case.
"This time, I will never lose to you again." For some reason, Zhihan looked at Ling Chuxi's smile and became angry and said provocatively.
"Well, congratulations." Ling Chuxi said.
"..." Zhihan was stunned. These words didn't sound like they were coming from Ling Chuxi's mouth. Besides, the competition hadn't started yet, so she couldn't be more interested in congratulating her.
"You seem to be in much better spirits. Your injuries are almost healed. There are only a few traces left." Ling Chuxi pointed at Zhihan's face and continued to smile harmlessly.
Zhihan subconsciously covered her face, turning pale with anger. Last time, Deacon Mei did something with the magic grass, and it accidentally got into her head. After the furnace exploded, her face was burned by the juice of the magic grass, and she still has it till now.
It's not completely healed yet, nothing can be seen on the surface, but if you look closely you can still see some scars.
The more beautiful a person is, the more concerned they are about their appearance. This incident has simply become a pain in Zhihan's life and a lingering nightmare.
Ling Chuxi mentioned this matter in public and said to her that it was even more cruel than being slapped in the face.
Seeing the bright smile on Ling Chuxi's face, Zhihan really wanted to rush up and tear her face off, so that she could also taste the physical and mental pain.
For the sake of Peizhencao, I endured it patiently! Even if Zhihan vomited blood in her heart, she could only endure it with difficulty.
"By the way, there will definitely be elixir refining at the elixir discussion conference. Be careful and don't blow up the furnace again, otherwise you won't be able to cure it." Seeing Zhihan's whole body trembling with anger, he had to hold back his anger.
Ling Chuxi's pitiful appearance made Ling Chuxi feel secretly happy, and then she sighed in her heart, oh, this girl's ninja skills are really good, she has not exploded after being stimulated like this.
"Humph." Zhihan was really afraid that she would not be able to restrain her impulse and would crash into Ling Chuxi's face and die with her, so she snorted heavily and turned around quickly.