Chapter 952: 951: What a surprise
Tang Feng hadn’t expected Ye Ziyang to completely miss his intention.
This was absolutely an accident; he just wanted to startle her a little.
But it had co to this instead.
“Let go of !” Ye Ziyang stomped hard on Tang Feng’s foot and shoved him aside before striding away.
“Senior Sister, I really didn’t an it. I just wanted to tease you for fun.” Tang Feng followed her, frustrated.
“Clearly intentional! I never imagined you’d be this kind of person.” Ye Ziyang turned back to glare at him angrily before storming off.
Seriously? Is she actually mad?
Tang Feng was shocked at Ye Ziyang’s intense reaction. Reflecting on it, perhaps he had been overly presumptuous earlier, even thinking she might have feelings for him.
Judging by this response, he was still far from reaching that stage.
But, in a way, this was good; it helped him completely abandon any such thoughts between them.
Still, her face really is so delicate.
At the Peak Master Hall of dicine God Peak, the participants from both sects had already arrived.
The Sect Master and Peak Master had also co to witness the event in person; they were curious to see whether these two “old ghosts” had shown any improvent in their cultivation over the last century.
In particular, they focused on whether the disciples of dicine God Peak had made progress and whether its elders had advanced their skills.
Elder Tang!
Sect Master Shan stood up personally to greet Tang Feng.
This scene made all the other Peak Masters reassess Tang Feng, unable to help but speculate again on why the Sect Master showed such importance to this newly appointed elder.
“Greetings, Sect Master.”
Tang Feng followed proper etiquette, walking back to his seat alongside Sect Master Shan. As expected, he sat to Shan’s imdiate right.
“Let’s begin. Have the younger generation go first.” The Wandao Sect Master clearly didn’t expect much from the initial rounds.
A disciple from dicine God Peak stepped forward, soone Tang Feng recognized—it was none other than Xiao Qi.
Since Xiao Qi witnessed the Sect Master personally greet Tang Feng while calling him “Elder,” he had been completely stunned. This couldn’t be real, but the reality confird it was. The person he had offended and shouted at was actually an elder.
How was he supposed to survive now? Although Tang Feng wasn’t his master, Xiao Qi’s master could easily expel him from the sect out of respect for Tang Feng’s status.
Clearly, he needed to win this fight. Defeat wasn’t an option.
Only by winning could he gain the sect’s recognition and possibly inherit the legacy of the previous Peak Master.
“Xiao Qi, the Chief Disciple under the dicine God Peak’s Great Elder. Please, show your skill.”
“Yuan Tong, the youngest disciple under the Ten Elders of dicine God Valley. Please, Brother Xiao, guide .” From the dicine God Valley side, a young disciple stepped forward.
“There are two sets of dicinal ingredients in front of each side. Victory will be decided by the quality of the refined product. You have an hour. If you fail to finish within the allotted ti, you’ll automatically forfeit. Begin.” A Peak Master from Wandao Sect announced, hosting the competition.
The entire match was projected live onto Wandao City’s square.
Over fifty thousand spectators in the square watched nervously, their attention fixed on the unfolding contest.
One contestant was the Chief Disciple of the Great Elder; the other was the youngest disciple of the Ten Elders—a significant disparity in status.
Yet their movents were swift, both showing impressive skill. Xiao Qi, too, maintained speed without falling behind.
However, Xiao Qi’s alchemical proficiency lagged, and his techniques lacked the practicality of his opponent’s.
Sotis, being too showy isn’t a good thing.
As ti ticked by, beads of sweat began to appear on Xiao Qi’s forehead.
anwhile, his opponent steadily adhered to his process.
Buzz!
The first batch was completed in twenty-five minutes—roughly half an hour. Yuan Tong picked up speed as he proceeded, catching even Tang Feng’s attention.
This kid had remarkable composure and carried himself with a commanding presence. In contrast, Xiao Qi’s deanor had started to falter.
With a muffled sound, the hopes of Wandao Sect dimd. They had hoped Xiao Qi, at least, wouldn’t lose by much. But the disparity turned out to be vast.
At this level, how could he have dared to step up first?
At this point, the Great Elder of dicine God Peak wore an extrely unpleasant expression. He knew his disciple’s abilities well, and clearly, Xiao Qi hadn’t managed this situation adequately. Coupled with a strong opponent, his divine sense had beco disturbed.
Once disturbed, the refined potion naturally fails.
The first batch—ruined.
A burnt odor filled the hall, and the dicine God Valley contingent practically radiated schadenfreude.
“Calm down, compose yourself. There’s still a chance. Hold steady,” the Great Elder instructed.
“Master, I understand.” Taking a deep breath, Xiao Qi regained his composure. If he made another mistake, his position as Chief Disciple would surely be at risk.
He had to win the second batch at any cost.
Entering a specific ntal realm swiftly, Xiao Qi focused on the next batch while Yuan Tong redoubled his efforts, taking extra care in refining his own second batch.
The hour flew by, with both disciples finishing their work almost at the sa ti and sealing their hand seals.
Within their cauldrons erged distinct high-grade potions.
Upon inspection, Xiao Qi’s potion revealed slightly weaker quality than Yuan Tong’s, whose product was clearly superior.
When the result was announced, Xiao Qi’s face lost all light. He hadn’t expected his hard work to end in failure, especially in such an important match in front of so many sect elders. He knew what this ant.
“You did your best, and that’s what matters,” the Great Elder sighed quietly. Xiao Qi ranked within the top five of dicine God Peak’s disciples; true aces were usually reserved for the final rounds.
Clearly, the sa applied to dicine God Valley.
Three more matches followed, each just as riveting. Of the five total rounds so far, dicine God Peak only won one.
The score: four to one. One could only imagine the emotions of the sect elders witnessing this.
It was an even worse defeat than a century ago.
“Admit it, admit it,” two dicine God Valley elders practically laughed out loud.
Even if they lost later rounds, they didn’t mind. What mattered was that the younger generation could completely outperform their opponents. This ant dicine God Valley could maintain its edge in alchemy for years to co—a crucial advantage.
“Who’s next to face ?”
Ye Ziyang noticed her senior brothers hesitating, which infuriated her.
With a stomp, she marched to her cauldron and glared at her opponent. “Old Man Chen, I’ll take you on myself!”
“Ah, what an honor.” Seeing Ye Ziyang volunteer, Chen was practically floating.
Neither wasted any ti, launching directly into action. Suddenly, dazzling hand seals lit up the room.
The spectacle was utterly stunning.
As elders, their skills were impeccable. Disciples from both sects concentrated intently, afraid to miss even a single exciting mont.
Those who had competed before now realized just how far they were from their elders’ level.
This gap might be one so could never close in their lifeti.
Still, this was an invaluable learning experience, and they were grateful for it.
After half an hour, both retreated simultaneously, sealing their hand seals.
Within the hall, two distinct fragrances filled the air, calming the spirits of all present.
“Elder Chen’s potion, Seventh Grade. Elder Ye’s potion, Seventh Grade.”
Boom!
After a tied match, they naturally prepared for another round.
Ye Ziyang panted slightly, unsure whether her divine elent could sustain her body through the next round.
“Elder Ye, I didn’t expect you to have improved so much in the past century. But it’s still not enough. I’ll be giving it my all next round.” While he admired Ye Ziyang, Chen wouldn’t be foolish enough to hold back.
The sect’s interests ca first; won could be pursued if attainable, but weren’t worth forcing.
Ye Ziyang felt the sa. Her voice was icy as she retorted, “Elder Chen, feel free to co at with your best.”
Bold words—only Ye Ziyang dared speak to him like this. If anyone else dared mock him, he would have exploded with rage.
Of course, his twisted admiration for Ye Ziyang deepened further with her contempt.
Feeling uplifted, his performance exceeded expectations as his hand seals flowed seamlessly. Truth be told, he owed this extraordinary display to Ye Ziyang’s provocation; without her stimulus, he wouldn’t have channeled such brilliance.
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