"Whoosh--" Several rays of silver light flashed, and several medicine needles were submerged into their bodies.
The powerful medicine healed their torn meridians. Yue Shengliang saw their physical condition and recovered at a visible speed.
He was stunned, "This... this is some powerful and ancient secret healing technique. The effect is incredible."
Mu Qianxi said: "It's not old, it's quite new."
"Idiot, it's Lord Qian Xi who defies heaven!" the Nine Turns Spiritual Cauldron said.
Yue Shengliang has a naturally powerful physique for refining medicine. Even though his level is low, he is still very proud of his talent.
However, now that he saw the sect master showing his hand, he was completely beaten to pieces.
What talent does he have? His talent is scum!
He is completely a frog in the well, and he still has a lot of knowledge in refining medicine.
Mu Qianxi said: "Don't practice on my territory or on his peak from now on, otherwise you will end up miserable."
As for why, they also knew.
This is probably the same as when the dark night falls in the Baptismal Land, kind people will be treated favorably, and they will be abused.
"Sect Master, but the spiritual power here is too strong. We are indeed greedy, and it is also to make our sect stronger!" They want to become stronger, and the greed in their eyes is not concealed.
Mu Qianxi said: "It depends on the situation, wait until I develop a suitable formation."
It's probably impossible to ask Ah Huan to come. She can study Ah Huan's formation.
I'll ask A Huan for advice when he wakes up. Maybe we can use formations to strengthen other peaks.
They were right, it would be more beneficial to her if her subordinates became stronger.
She wanted to find the core of the three reversal formations as soon as possible so that Ah Huan would no longer be shackled and feel so uncomfortable.
"Sect Master..." Everyone recovered from their injuries and withdrew.
Yue Shengliang didn't leave, and looked at Mu Qianxi with eyes that were no longer wary, but filled with admiration.
When the sect leader showed her hand just now, he was already sure that she was definitely the most powerful alchemist he had ever seen.
Mu Qianxi asked: "Want to learn how to prepare potions?"
"I...I don't have such a powerful secret recipe. I am not yet the sect master's confidant, and I am not a disciple. How can I..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Qianxi said: "If you want to learn, there is no problem! After all, all the alchemists in my ghost doctor building can't prepare potions. There are basic potion formulas here, study them yourself."
Yue Shengliang looked at the note that fell in his hand, looking a little dazed.
With such a miraculous effect, he thought it was the secret that the sect master did not tell others, so she easily handed it over to him, a person who had only been in the sect for a few days.
"I will not let the sect master down!" she said firmly.
Afterwards, Mu Qianxi went to discuss with Yan Luo and the others. The content was that the Prison Emperor Sect would be expanded and people would be arranged to control intelligence from all directions.
Especially in the three directions of the south, north and west of the Light Domain, if there is any unusual place, please report it immediately.
The fourth city master said: "The sect master wants to find the secret realm hidden in the Light Realm, the inheritance place or something? Are you looking for opportunities?"
Yan Luo felt that the master was not doing this for the sake of opportunity. After all, what opportunity could be more powerful than the eternal artifact of the contract?
The master did this for the sake of Lord Eternal Qianhuan.
Mu Qianxi said: "Well! Just think of me as doing this, and be more considerate."
"yes!"
Yan Ling said: "Master, speaking of expansion, our Prison Emperor Sect should recruit some new disciples. Although our original team is not bad, a large sect cannot be successful without the injection of new blood."
"Indeed." Mu Qianxi nodded slightly.
"It just so happened that several nearby sects had sent me posts, and they were planning to jointly conduct a selection to recruit new disciples, and let our Prison Emperor Sect participate." Yan Ling added.
The fourth city lord said: "I guess they don't have any good intentions when they invite us. They just can't help but test our strength!"
"Then go! Since you have decided to grow the sect, there is no need to keep a low profile." Mu Qianxi finalized the matter.
On the day when the disciples were selected, Mu Qianxi, the sect leader, took Yan Ling and the fourth city lord and set out, while Yan Luo guarded the base camp.
Yan Ling said worriedly: "Master, are you really not going to take your brother with you?"
"The newly established sect, I don't want to be trampled down by others." The power of this brand new sect of theirs is not small, so of course they have to guard against being tricked.
After all, in this place, everyone is trying their best to do bad things and benefit themselves.
Soon they arrived at a city that was recruiting disciples this time. As soon as Mu Qianxi arrived, someone joked: "I didn't expect that the leader of the Prison Emperor Sect is really a young beauty! I'm glad to meet you."
"With this world-famous appearance, Sect Master Mu, there is nothing wrong with saying that she is the most beautiful woman in the Light Realm."
"..."
A group of people greatly praised Mu Qianxi's beauty. Any woman who was praised like this would definitely be very proud and complacent.
However, they were slightly stunned when they looked at Mu Qianxi's beautiful face without a trace of ripples. She was neither arrogant nor impetuous. She was a calm master and her thoughts were unpredictable.
The rules for recruiting new disciples are as follows. Everyone will test their strength and talent in the square in the city.
After that, you can freely choose your sect, and you only have one chance to choose.
Once selected, they will be taken away from the sect, and then their respective selections will be carried out.
Each sect requires a certain number of new disciples, and only those who are redundant can officially join the sect.
Of course, those who have been eliminated have only one way, and that is to die, becoming a stepping stone to formal disciples.
Each sect has its own signboard in the city. There are eighth-level sects and even ninth-level sects.
The test on that side has ended, and many people have flocked here.
Someone was already shouting, "Come into our Fire Heaven Sect and you will be given ten low-level super-god pills in a month to help you kill ten opponents of the same level."
"When you enter our Muyun Pavilion, there will be countless beauties."
"We have artifacts..."
The conditions are very attractive, and the more people we can recruit here, the better.
Even if they want very few disciples, the more they will be eliminated and the more people will die, the greater the benefit will be to them.
No matter how great the benefits are, they are actually very vain, and not much can be gained in life. However, many people flock to these sects.
Everyone found that the Prison Emperor Sect was unusually silent. After all, with the resources available, Mu Qianxi could kill everyone with pills, but she did not choose to do so.
Yan Ling whispered: "Master, I have asked. The testing process is controlled by the eighth-level sects. The really good seedlings have been booked by them in advance. The rest of them are probably not qualified.
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They had hooked up secretly for a long time, but the Prison Emperor Sect was so new that they didn't let them play, didn't take them seriously, and deliberately made things difficult for them. Mu Qianxi was very calm and said, "Whatever they want, I also watch these people."
No. Recruit new disciples this time, just let it happen!"
