100: Chapter 100 Unless You Have a Good Alchemist as a Father (Please Subscribe) 100: Chapter 100 Unless You Have a Good Alchemist as a Father (Please Subscribe) Just as Xu Ming was curious about the look in the eyes of the Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples, a voice resounded in their hearts.
“The disciples from Tianxuan Sacred Land over there have co to complete their traditional task, which is to defeat a Taichu Sacred Land disciple of the sa realm.”
“This ti during the Sword Dao sparring contest, I will be very unhappy if anyone loses.”
The four of them, upon hearing this voice, stood to attention solemnly, returning the fierce gaze to the Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples.
On Myriad Sword Peak, a grand banquet was unfolding, with disciples from both sects engaging in a “friendly” exchange.
“Old ng, cheers!”
“Rember how exhilarating it felt when we joined forces to fight our way through the Demon Clan’s army seven tis!”
“Our shifts are the sa; we’ll fight together again next ti!”
The boisterous voices shook the entire palace, and all the disciples at the banquet felt this heroic spirit.
The two large sea bowls clinked together, and the alcohol was gulped down like water.
“Indeed, I fondly recall those tis, fighting between life and death allows one to truly comprehend the limits of their own Sword Dao,” said ng Donglei nostalgically.
“Drink up, after the banquet, let’s have our youngsters fight it out properly,” Che Longli declared loudly.
“Your Tianxuan Sacred Land’s competitive spirit is always so strong,” ng Donglei said with a shake of his head and a smile.
“Can’t help it, the Saint Master of our Sacred Land is competitive, and naturally, the rest of us follow suit,” Che Longli replied sowhat helplessly.
After both sides had eaten and drunk their fill, they then proceeded to a large Daoist Field.
Facing each other across the void, the atmosphere began to tense up.
“Wen Liang, you go,” said Che Longli with a wave of his hand.
“Yes, Martial Uncle!”
A tall and straight young man with an imposing Sword Intent bowed his head in acknowledgnt.
A light breeze picked up as a young man from Tianxuan Sacred Land stood in the center of the Daoist Field.
“Tianxuan Sacred Land, Wen Liang, Nascent Soul Mid Stage, hereby challenges a sa-realm comrade from Taichu Sacred Land,” said the youth, his gaze steely as he looked towards the Taichu Sacred Land disciples.
“I’ll be the first one!” Zhao Lingzhu said eagerly, with a Spirit Sword appearing in her hand.
But she was then restrained by a gentle force.
“Sa realm sparring, no need to make it too embarrassing,” ng Donglei’s indifferent voice sounded.
A disciple of the Sword Dao at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage flew towards the Daoist Field.
At this ti, ng Donglei approached Xu Ming.
“You don’t need to participate in this sparring session.
If you’re challenged, it’s okay to admit defeat.”
“ng Martial Uncle, is it okay to use Spirit Pills during combat?” Xu Ming asked calmly, looking at ng Donglei.
He noticed a disciple from Tianxuan Sacred Land had been staring at him for a long ti; he couldn’t avoid this fight.
“Of course, but you cannot use the kind of Spirit Pills that damage your Origin to increase your power,” ng Donglei thought for a mont before replying.
“ng Martial Uncle, a sparring match shouldn’t co to that,” Xu Ming said with a slight smile, while Zhao Lingzhu beside him showed a look of infatuation.
Several Sword Dao maidens sitting not far from Xu Ming also turned red with shyness, casting furtive glances at Xu Ming.
Above the Daoist Field, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the swordsmanship systems of the two great Sacred Lands clashed with each other, neither willing to back down.
At that mont, the Taichu Sacred Land Sword Dao disciple unleashed their strongest Sword Dao Immortal Divine Power and barely secured a victory.
Now the Daoist Field had turned into a ss, with the ground ripped apart and hundred-foot-long trenches crisscrossing the battlefield.
“Tianxuan Sacred Land Sword Dao disciple Wen Liang admits defeat,” said Wen Liang, bowing formally.
“One move short; shall we call this round a draw?” proposed the Taichu Sacred Land Sword Dao disciple.
“Losing is losing.
Being a sore loser is even more humiliating,” Wen Liang shook his head, bowed again toward the Taichu Sacred Land Sword Dao disciple, and then returned to his spectating platform.
“Ling Yun, it’s your turn,” ordered ng Donglei.
“Understood.”
A sword light flickered, and an average-looking but tall man appeared in the Daoist Field.
“Taichu Sacred Land, Sword Dao disciple, Ye Lingyun, Nascent Soul Peak Stage,” Ye Lingyun declared calmly, looking towards the Tianxuan Sacred Land seating area.
By this ti, the spectator seats in the Daoist Field had gathered quite a few disciples from the Taichu Immortal Sect.
Xu Feng, who had finished contemplating the Alchemy Dao, planned to leave after exchanging Dan Recipes but was then contacted by his junior brother saying they were competing here.
Xu Feng beca interested and ca to the large Daoist Field.
Seeing his junior brother among the challenging spectators, Xu Feng sent a telepathic ssage.
“Will you be going up later?”
“Not if no one challenges ; if I’m specifically called out, I’ll need to fight.”
“But you can take Spirit Pills during the battle; if challenged, you won’t be utterly defeated,” Xu Ming knew what his elder brother was thinking.
“This ti, the Absolute Grade Spirit Pills your elder brother refined will co in handy.
When it’s your turn, be bold and pop those Spirit Pills; even if they co with poison, your big brother can clear it for you afterward,” Xu Feng got excited.
He had refined many kinds of Spirit Pills for his junior brother, and those for battle were the most abundant.
At that mont, a loud explosion echoed through the Daoist Field.
Both disciples simultaneously lost the ability to continue fighting, and the match was declared a draw.
After the disciples stepped down, the Daoist Field quickly returned to its original state.
Then, a Sword Dao disciple from Tianxuan Sacred Land appeared in the Daoist Field.
“Tianxuan Sacred Land Sword Dao disciple, Feng Yebai, Nascent Soul Peak Stage, hereby challenges Xu Ming,” declared Feng Yebai, looking at Xu Ming in the Taichu Sacred Land spectator seats, with confidence in his eyes, as he had insider information.
At this mont, Zhao Lingzhu was the first to stand up, ready to start cursing, when a large hand pressed down on her shoulder.
“Relax, we can win!”
Xu Ming’s gaze was calm as he looked at Feng Yebai in the arena.
A sword light seed to fall from the sky, and Xu Ming appeared within the Daoist Field.
“Taichu Sacred Land Sword Dao Disciple, Xu Ming, Nascent Soul Stage Peak.”
“Fight begins.” A heroic voice rang out.
Feng Yebai went all out from the start, a dazzling sword light that seed capable of cutting through the void slashed towards Xu Feng.
Three Sword Shields appeared in front of Xu Ming, then with a sweep of his hand, ten Absolute Grade Spirit Pills erged in his palm.
“Wind Wing Pill, Spirit lt Pill, Fiery Sun Pill, Sweet Dew Pill, Dragon Power Pill, Blood Coagulation Pill, Dao Spirit Pill, Vajra Pill, Qi Boosting Pill, Soul Condensing Pills.”
Xu Ming swallowed the ten Absolute Grade Spirit Pills without hesitation.
In an instant, an astonishing Spiritual Power emitted from Xu Ming.
A pair of wings, condensed from Wind Spiritual Power, erged behind him.
“Giant Sword!”
A Hundred Feet Spirit Sword, ford purely from Sword Intent Spiritual Power, appeared and slashed mightily towards Feng Yebai.
“Just now, I was worried about winning unfairly, but it seems you are willing to spend so much on Absolute Grade Spirit Pills.”
“You…”
Before the taunts were finished, the Giant Sword Technique bore the brunt of multiple sword lights, cleaving towards Feng Yebai.
“Sword Shield!”
The last line of defense erged around Feng Yebai, but the trendous force contained in the Giant Sword sent Feng Yebai crashing into the earth.
A deep pit appeared in the Daoist Field, and Xu Ming’s figure instantaneously appeared above it.
Five Five Elents Giant Swords erged behind him, then rged into one, emitting extre Spiritual Pressure.
“Five Elents unite, Slash!!”
Just when the Five Elents Giant Swords were about to fall, an irresistible force suddenly trapped the swords, causing them to disintegrate instantly.
“Taichu Sacred Land, Sword Dao Disciple Xu Ming wins.” ng Donglei’s voice sounded.
Hearing of his own victory, Xu Ming first took out a cup and poured himself so Life Water.
After drinking it, an even greater Spiritual Pressure spread from his body.
Xu Ming calmly returned to his seat.
anwhile, Feng Yebai, still buried in the ground, was pale as Che Longli lifted him back to the spectator platform.
ng Donglei looked at Xu Ming, who won after taking the pills, his expression hesitant.
“Although the pills you took are Absolute Grade Spirit Pills, taking too many can still harm the body.
Besides, fighting this way, unless you have an Alchemist as a father, it’s simply too wasteful of resources,” ng Donglei advised.
ng Donglei appraised the Spirit Pills, which were worth at least 2000 High Grade Spirit Stones and were Absolute Grade, rare and hard to co by on the market.
“ntor ng, Xu Ming’s big brother surely won’t lack Spirit Pills, the Spirit Level Alchemist who ranks 10th is Xu Ming’s own elder brother,” Zhao Lingzhu said with a glowing smile.
ng Donglei was startled, then his gaze towards Xu Ming softened.
He patted Xu Ming on the shoulder with a smile, “Then there’s no problem, the combination of Spirit Pills you used in combat was quite good.”
“This was personally configured by my elder brother,” Xu Ming said with a slight smile.
At this ti, on the stands, Xu Feng appeared with a small notebook, recording his little brother’s various states during combat.
“Vajra Pill and Dao Spirit Pill are not very effective in actual combat, they can be replaced with Sea Spirit Pill, Ice Heart Pill.”
“The effects of the Dragon Power Pill are good, its quality needs to be enhanced.”
“The Wind Wing Pill has a significant combat effect, but needs to be slightly adjusted according to my brother’s Cultivation Technique attributes.”
After writing these notes, Xu Feng pocketed the notebook and gave his little brother, who was looking at him, a thumbs up.
After the battle, Tianxuan Sacred Land had more losses than wins, but their honor was still preserved.
At Taishang Peak, inside a private room of a newly opened Immortal Food Pavilion.
Zhao Lingzhu excitedly ordered a large table of dishes.
“Big Bro Xu, Brother Xu Ming, order whatever you like; today, I’m treating,” Zhao Lingzhu declared boldly.
“No problem.”
Xu Feng ordered a few more dishes.
A large round table was filled with 36 dishes.
“Big Bro Xu, the combination of Spirit Pills you configured for Brother Xu Ming is simply aweso, it increased Brother Xu Ming’s combat strength by thirty percent,” Zhao Lingzhu recounted the scene.
“That was just a regular fight.
If it were a real battle, the Spirit Pills I’d configure for Little Ming could at least double his combat strength.”
“You can also request a few sets of these Spirit Pills from Little Ming when you go on missions in the future.”
Xu Feng was nonchalant in his deanor towards Zhao Lingzhu, making her exceedingly happy and continuously praising Xu Feng’s good deeds.
While eating and chatting, with a few cups of wine down, Xu Ming also began to open up more.
“Big brother, the set of Spirit Pills you configured for , once taken and spread with Life Water, made feel that the ridians and Dantian in my body have beco much more resilient.”
“But afterwards, there was a faint sense of emptiness, which quickly dissipated.”
Hearing his little brother’s experience after using them, Xu Feng made a ntal note.
“Did you feel any accumulated Pill Poison in your body?” Xu Feng asked his most concerning question.
“I didn’t feel it; how could the Spirit Pills personally refined by Big Brother for have Pill Poison?” Xu Ming laughed.
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