Iron Prison led the cultivators of the Hall of the Wild Dragon away in a frantic retreat.
Because he had finally realized—no matter what, the Hall of the Wild Dragon could not escape this disaster.
Staying here any longer would only leave behind more humiliating dark history.
Before leaving, he carefully memorized the appearance of that little demon opposite him—yes, all the good fortune today had been ruined by her! It was all because of her!
The Hall of the Wild Dragon and her were sworn enemies! One day, they would exact a terrible revenge for this deep hatred!
As for Jiang Ke’er, today was wonderful.
Thanks to continuous real combat practice, she could now skillfully use the Saint Light Healing Art, and she had even received praise from Yiqin Shifu…
At the same time, the Taiming Sect recorded her performance as a Grade A merit, awarding her one thousand Zongmen Contribution Points, which could be exchanged for many great things in the sect—techniques, treasures, materials, secret lore, and even some official positions!
Yiqin Shifu was curious about her Saint Light Healing Technique.
After all, this miraculous method was revolutionary for medical cultivators!
Jiang Ke’er was willing to teach it; she also understood the great significance behind this technique.
But she didn’t hastily teach it to anyone.
After all, it wasn’t her invention, and the cultivation world valued inheritance and secrecy greatly.
Without Luyia’s permission, passing on the Saint Light Healing Art would be not only unkind but could also bring disaster to Lingyin Valley.
So Jiang Ke’er said she would first ask the senior master who created the technique. If given permission, she would definitely pass it on to Lingyin Valley.
Yiqin Shifu understood this and didn’t pressure Jiang Ke’er.
At dusk, after the last class ended, Yiqin Shifu gathered all the disciples of Lingyin Valley, her expression solemn.
“The cultivators of the Hall of the Wild Dragon are violent and competitive; they probably won’t accept defeat easily.”
Then Yiqin Shifu waved her hand, producing a mountain of scrolls, distributing them while saying, “These are all the toxicology course materials from Lingyin Valley. Take them and review them when you have time… Those specializing in poison study must study them thoroughly.”
“I fear the Hall of the Wild Dragon cultivators will return soon, and this time, their methods will be even more ruthless,” Yiqin Shifu frowned, “Considering the constant conflicts over the poison market between the Hall of the Wild Dragon and our Taiming Sect, next time they might come specifically for the poison market’s share, forcing us into a competition…”
“Poison competitions are extremely dangerous. You must practice diligently to avoid losing your lives in the match!”
“Yes!” The disciples of Lingyin Valley responded in unison.
The atmosphere grew tense once more, taut like a stretched bowstring.
None of the disciples dared to slack off, as the next one to be sent into battle could be any of them…
If their skills were not proficient, they wouldn’t just lose face for the sect and Lingyin Valley—they could lose their lives!
Yiqin Shifu paused, then smiled at Jiang Ke’er. “Qing Yi, you don’t need to be nervous, since you’ve already fought once and shown your skills… If the Hall of the Wild Dragon comes again, they probably won’t challenge you again.”
“Yes.”
Jiang Ke’er nodded but silently resolved to carefully study all the toxicology and poison materials.
Not because she feared the Hall of the Wild Dragon going berserk, but because she was naturally interested in poisons—after all, the toxin in her body hadn’t been cured yet, and using poison against Qiao Xiaoxian was not a bad idea.
“Since everyone understands, you may all return.” Yiqin Shifu waved her hand, riding the wind as she left Lingyin Valley and flew toward the Main Peak.
She wanted to discuss the Recording Crystal matter with the sect leader.
That thing was incredibly powerful! No, more accurately, it was her mischievous little disciple who was incredibly powerful!
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Jiang Ke’er returned to her Small Bamboo Hut and reviewed the day’s lessons.
Just as she was about to study the toxicology materials, a crane’s cry came from outside the window.
Jiang Ke’er smiled, opened the window, and climbed onto the back of a White Crane.
Escorted by a flock of White Cranes, Jiang Ke’er plunged into the golden clouds and soon arrived at the familiar cave entrance.
“Quick! I’m starving! What’s for dinner today?” Luyia was already waiting at the cave entrance, her eyes scanning the clouds for Jiang Ke’er’s figure.
Seeing Jiang Ke’er, she immediately clutched her stomach and cried out loudly.
She wasn’t really hungry; beings like Luyia could already survive without food or drink, so hunger wasn’t real for her. She was simply addicted to delicious food.
“Let’s have roast meat today,” Jiang Ke’er set up the fire and roasting rack with a smile. “How about a whole roast lamb, senior?”
“Great, great! Hurry, hurry!” Luyia’s mouth watered uncontrollably.
Jiang Ke’er worked quickly and skillfully; in no time, the rich aroma of roast lamb filled the air.
Luyia impatiently tore off a piece and bit into it with a crisp snap.
She closed her eyes, fully immersed in the exquisite happiness brought by the food—perhaps she was already addicted to this feeling.
After downing ten whole lambs, Luyia still looked slightly unsatisfied, but Jiang Ke’er frowned, “Senior, you eat too much. You’re almost bankrupting me.”
Luyia didn’t care at all, just licking the oil from the corner of her mouth, anxiously asking, “Is there more?”
“No, I can’t fit more in my Qiankun Bag.” Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
Actually, one Inventory slot could stack up to ninety-nine lambs, but of course, she didn’t say that.
She had to be stingy about it; otherwise, if Luyia got tired of being fed, it would be harder to fool—or rather, harder to keep pleased! Hmm.
“Sigh, I’m so picky,” Luyia sighed, patting the Space Pouch at her waist. She thought for a moment but gave up.
No way—she only brought this one Space Pouch, and giving it to Jiang Ke’er would leave her with nothing. Besides, it was already filled with treasures.
“Forget it, forget it.” Luyia rubbed her belly and burped, then lazily lay back on the hammock. “Next, I’ll spend a month teaching you how to convert Spiritual Energy into Life Force. Today, we’ll start with the most basic sensing…”
“Wait, senior!” Jiang Ke’er hurried to interrupt.
“What is it?” Luyia frowned impatiently.
“Don’t tell me you think one month is too slow? Let me be blunt—youngsters shouldn’t always want instant results. Everything requires a gradual process… I’m not trying to trick you, but given your Shenzhou People’s constitution, learning the Saint Light is almost impossible! One month is already a conservative estimate. I’m telling you… uh… woah?!”
Luyia shuddered in fright, then tumbled off the hammock face-first with a thud.
She got up incredulously, holding Jiang Ke’er’s hand, staring at the dense, pure Saint Light glowing in her palm, feeling the overwhelming Life Force within.
Although the conversion efficiency wasn’t very high, the purity and density of Life Force were almost on par with her own!
How could this be? She had only demonstrated it once yesterday, and Jiang Ke’er had only glanced at it…
“Another godly prodigy! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻” Luyia immediately went berserk and flipped the table. “Damn that fox!”
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