A wasted cultivation cultivator, whose senior sister comes to his door asking for pills at the start

"Now that things have come to this, let's begin."

Hong Xian'er frowned, took out a token, and looked at the other white-robed old man and the white-haired boy.

The white-robed elder sighed softly in response.

"Yes, we have no choice but to end it ahead of schedule."

The white-haired boy raised an eyebrow and said, "Let's make it clear first, the trial is ending early, but the rules remain the same. Public resources will be allocated according to the total number of dragon crystals."

Although the three holy lands divided up the territory of the Eastern Continent, there are also many public resources whose ownership is difficult to determine.

To avoid a major conflict and allow others to benefit, the three holy lands agreed to allocate these public resources based on the results of the Three Saints Trials.

Hong Xian'er responded calmly to his words.

"No problem, then everything will proceed as usual."

The trial space has now undergone an anomaly, to the point where we must bring our disciples out as soon as possible.

After reaching a consensus, the three of them took out their respective tokens and prepared to open the door.

Before long, as the door opened, disciples emerged one after another and returned to their respective teams, waiting to tally the number of dragon crystals they had acquired.

Many of the disciples who emerged looked puzzled and asked the people around them.

"Does anyone know what happened? How come the Trial of the Three Saints ended in just two days?"

One of the disciples who came out earlier shrugged and said.

"I heard from the senior that the Three Saints Trial suddenly became unstable in space and showed signs of collapse, so it was ended early to prepare for a follow-up investigation."

"Huh? The trial space is about to collapse? Is it that serious?"

"Yes, I don't know what happened..."

Many people were shocked. The Trial of the Three Saints had been held for so many sessions, but this was the first time such an unexpected turn of events had occurred.

At this moment, the old man in white robes was still calling out loudly.

"Disciples from various holy lands are all lining up here to have their dragon crystals counted."

Clearly, although the Trial of the Three Saints ended early, the competition still proceeded as scheduled, and the disciples returned to their respective teams.

One after another, about twenty people came out from each of the three holy sites, and the statistics were completed one after another.

The current results are that the Ancient Holy Road has yielded 1,030 Dragon Crystals.

Then there's the Moon Wheel Sanctuary, with 1,010 dragon crystals.

The most numerous were those from the Nine Netherworld Holy Land, which temporarily led with 1,100 Xuan Crystals.

This achievement delighted the white-haired boy, who turned to Hong Xian'er and teased her.

"Your Highness, it seems your Ancient Holy Land has truly declined."

"Several peak Qi Condensation cultivators have already emerged, and yet they only obtained this much dragon crystal?"

Hong Xian'er snorted coldly at his mockery.

"It's too early for you to say that you're only a few dozen dragon crystals ahead."

"Heh, really?"

The white-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly and said confidently.

"Didn't you see that our strongest kid hasn't shown up yet?"

Seeing his smug look, Hong Xian'er said coldly.

"Aren't you afraid he's already dead inside?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The white-haired boy was extremely confident and said with a smile.

"With his strength, I don't think any of these outer disciples can threaten him."

Just as he was proudly recounting his story, another figure emerged from the portal.

Upon seeing this person, Hong Xian'er immediately waved to him.

"You, come here."

When he saw him, the white-haired boy was somewhat surprised.

"You're still alive?"

This time, it was none other than Ye Yun who came out. He rolled his eyes at the white-haired boy's greeting.

"Of course, I won't die even if you die."

"you!"

The white-haired boy's face darkened, but sensing Hong Xian'er's gaze, he didn't dare to lash out on the spot and could only flick his sleeve and let out a soft snort.

"You just wait!"

Ye Yun ignored him and turned to Hong Xian'er, asking her a question.

"By the way, Your Holiness, why did this trial suddenly end?"

"Something unexpected happened, and we need to investigate it later, so we'll end this early."

"I see……"

Clearly, Ye Yun was unaware at this time that he was the culprit behind all of this.

At this moment, Hong Xian'er looked at him and asked.

"Alright, let's see how many Mystic Crystals you've collected this time. Seventy, perhaps?"

In fact, because the event ended too early, each disciple only brought out about fifty Xuanjing on average.

The largest number was around eighty, even after stealing a lot of other people's dragon crystals.

Therefore, in her view, seventy is already quite a lot; the key is to surpass the Nine Netherworld Holy Land as soon as possible.

"Seventy? There should be."

Just then, Ye Yun scratched his head, took out a storage bag, and then a cascade of dragon crystals poured out of it.

A moment later, the dragon crystals in front of him had piled up into a small mountain.

"These are all I have in my bag. Please check how many you have."

Upon seeing this small mountain of dragon crystals, the disciples and even the leaders of the three holy lands around them couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"Holy crap, how much does that cost?!"

Even Hong Xian'er was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.

"Where...did you get so many dragon crystals?"

Ye Yun said with a faint smile, "This part was dug by me, and the other half was seized."

Upon hearing this, many people gasped in shock. What had been seized?

Good heavens, how many people did they rob?!

After a thorough count, the total number of dragon crystals was confirmed to be 302!

When Hong Xian'er looked at Ye Yun again, her eyes were full of approval.

"Very good, well done."

Then, she turned to look at the white-haired boy and chuckled.

"One thousand and thirty plus these, that makes a total of one thousand three hundred and thirty-two. What did you just say?"

The white-haired boy looked gloomy and could only grit his teeth and say.

"This isn't over yet."

He never expected that Ye Yun, who looked quite old, would have such abilities.

Now, he can only place his hopes on his wife.

Just then, more disciples came out of the gate; they were several people from the Nine Netherworld Holy Land.

Upon seeing these people, the white-haired boy couldn't help but ask them a question.

"Where's your boss? Didn't he come out with you?"

The group of people who came out this time were none other than the disciples of the Nine Nether Holy Land who were with the young man in black.

Those who had narrowly escaped death couldn't help but swallow hard when faced with the white-haired boy's question.

"The boss, he..."

Seeing their hesitation, the white-haired boy sensed something was wrong and his tone turned cold and stern.

"What's wrong with him? Tell me quickly!"

"..."

The group looked at each other, and then they all saw Ye Yun not far away.

Immediately, their expressions changed, and they pointed at him and shouted.

"It was him! He killed the boss!"

Although there should have been another person, seeing Ye Yun right now, they instinctively revealed him.

His words caused a great stir, and once again stunned everyone.

The people from the Ancient Holy Land, in particular, were completely bewildered when they looked at Ye Yun.

"Wait, is this old man in the abandoned alchemy room really that powerful?"