The Path to Becoming Immortal

One day flies by, and today is the day of the alchemy competition.

Ning Ping walked out of the study with a strange light. Although the time was short, the harvest was huge.

After this systematic review, my understanding of alchemy has truly broadened.

Speaking more broadly, it was like opening another door and seeing the detailed scene inside.

I just received a message from the master, which contained more than a hundred elixirs, which are exactly what is needed for today's competition, but it is still unknown what kind of elixir to refine.

A set of white robes has been placed at the door, and there is a white jade token on it, which is the token representing the members of the Dan Alliance.

With this, you can check some information in the Dan Alliance, and of course there are some rare elixirs that are difficult to obtain outside.

"Brother Leng, you've come out. I've been waiting for you here specially. These spiritual stones were left to you by grandpa and are needed for registration."

At this time, a light and sweet voice like an oriole coming out of the valley came from the small courtyard. It was Ling Yiyi who reached out and handed over a storage bag.

"Hmm~"

Ning Ping nodded. Unexpectedly, the master also noticed these details. A slight scan revealed that there were millions of spirit stones. He suddenly had a new understanding of the competition.

The threshold of a large amount of spiritual stones blocks some people out. An alchemist may be short of spiritual stones, but a good alchemist will not be short of spiritual stones.

And alchemists who don't practice enough will probably not have trouble with spiritual stones. If they are not sure to participate, it is equivalent to throwing away this large amount of spiritual stones.

Of course, it’s not surprising that some people with this name are among them.

"Brother Leng, I want to discuss something with you..."

I saw Ling Yiyi looking at her, as if she wanted to continue to say something.

Ning Ping nodded lightly.

Seeing that Ning Ping didn't say anything, Ling Yiyi felt even more embarrassed.

"Can you give me another one of the Beauty Pill you refined the day before yesterday?"

When Ning Ping heard this, he frowned slightly. He was not stingy about the pill, but he was worried that this powerful pill would be leaked.

"Don't worry, I haven't told anyone what kind of elixir this is. I just saw that the elixir was very effective, and a very close sister of mine wanted one."

Seeing Ning Ping's expression, Ling Yiyi suddenly became nervous. If her grandfather found out, she would probably have to be reprimanded.

Ning Ping smiled slightly and handed over a snow-white elixir while turning his hand. It was the Zhuyan elixir.

"Thank you, Brother Leng!"

Ling Yiyi suddenly jumped for joy. Although the smile on the other person's face was no better than crying, it was still quite cordial.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ning Ping shook his white robe, put it on, and walked out.

"Brother Leng, I'm going out too, let's go together." Feeling happy, Ling Yiyi walked to Ning Ping's side and walked up to Danmeng Square together.

Looking at the huge medicine cauldron on the top of the mountain, this Dan League is really a strange place.

I learned from Gu Qing a few days ago that Zhongzhou is managed by the Dan Alliance, of course in name only.

It is headed by Elder Bai Rong, the only monk in the transformation stage, and is assisted by other families and other forces to jointly manage it.

Of course, the big families among them are also divided into big and small, such as the Gu family, the Yun family, and the Lin family. Some second-rate families, such as the Ding family, Ji family, Wang family, etc., have a much smaller sense of existence.

And there is no doubt that those from Nanzong and Beige will definitely share in it.

After a while, the two arrived in front of Danmeng Square.

At this moment, the scene was already crowded with people, but there was a large area in front of the Alchemy Alliance, which was neatly filled with alchemy furnaces. It seemed that this was the venue where the competition was held.

The specially built stands on both sides were once again filled with people.

A VIP viewing platform was set up in the middle, and above it were the heads of some famous families who dominated Zhongzhou City.

However, Ning Ping did not know two of them, a young man in Chinese clothes and a woman in red.

It was Yun Chengwang and Yun Yuqian who had just arrived yesterday.

After seeing the person sitting beside him clearly, Ning Ping's eyes became even colder. This person is none other than the so-called Taoist Yu Tianming.

At this moment, he was chatting enthusiastically with the young man in rich clothes, and was also showing hospitality to the woman in red, but the other party didn't seem to pay much attention to him.

While watching, Ning Ping was also surprised by the two people in the stands. They were brother and sister Yun Xingzu and Yun Xinglan.

Unexpectedly, he saw this person here again. After giving him a cold look, Ning Ping prepared to go aside to sign up.

At this moment, a monk suddenly came over, quietly handed over a storage bag and got into the crowd.

Ning Ping took it into his arms as if nothing had happened. After paying the five hundred thousand spirit stones, he actually had to undergo a bone age test. Those over 100 years old were not eligible to participate.

It is held once every hundred years, which means that a monk only has one chance to participate in it in his life. Of course, this is certainly unfair to some monks.

For example, some people who were approaching the competition also lost the opportunity to participate next time.

But this was not something that Ning Binh needed to consider. After completing the formalities, he entered the rest area under the pergola and waited.

After Ling Yiyi was brought there, she walked towards the stands unimpeded.

"Hey, isn't this the person who was accepted as a disciple by Mr. Ling a few days ago?"

"Yes, I didn't expect him to come to participate again today."

"Hey, it's not that simple today. I hope I won't lose Mr. Ling's face."

"It's somewhat overestimating one's capabilities. I heard that in the past, only those at the fifth-grade master level dared to participate."

"Looking at him that way, he really doesn't look like him."

While he was thinking and waiting, some monks watching from a distance behind him must have recognized him and started talking about him.

"Have you heard that Fairy Piaomiao may also show up to participate in today's competition this time?"

"Really or not! The Saint of Piaomiao Pavilion is coming?" Some people became excited when they heard this.

"Fortunately, I came early today and grabbed a good spot."

"You'll know after a while."

It's the Piaomiao Pavilion, and it's the Saint. Could it be that the Piaomiao Saint they are talking about is the woman in white they saw?

Many people had already arrived under the pergola. Ning Ping walked to the inside and stood silently under everyone's gaze.

"Is this Leng An, Brother Leng?" As soon as he stood still, a voice came from beside him.

Turning around, he saw a talented man talking to him with a smile on his face. His consciousness revealed that the man was an early-stage cultivator of a golden elixir, and there was another person beside him, Ning Ping, whom he had known for a long time.

It was Yun Zhiyan who had been to Guangming City before. Unexpectedly, he was also an alchemist and came to participate in the competition.

It seems that no surprise, these two are the two disciples of Yun Lingqiu mentioned by the master.

At this moment, he seemed to be paying attention to the conversation between the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.

"Exactly, what are you doing?" Ning Ping said calmly, and with the sinister expression on his face, he looked indifferent.

"Oh, let's get to know each other. I am Jiang An, who studies under Grandmaster Yun."

Ning Ping was slightly startled after hearing this. He didn't expect to meet someone who had almost been classified as one of Linghong's nine sects. However, thinking of this and looking at the sincere look on the other person's face, he suddenly became disgusted.

"Nice to meet you!" Ning Ping cupped his hands casually and continued to meditate. Of course, he just didn't want to pay attention to the other party.

Jiang An originally wanted to continue saying something, but the other party stopped talking after one sentence and was stunned in place.

Suddenly, a surge of anger arose from the bottom of his heart. He was a dignified golden elixir-level monk, and he lowered his status and wanted to be polite, but the other party was so disrespectful.

Of course, deep down in his heart, his intention to find out the other party's strength was completely forgotten at this moment.