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"Ten thousand spirit stones?"

Wei Zhong was truly shocked by the price.

The price of a first-tier spirit pill ranges from a few spirit stones to a hundred spirit stones, with very few spirit pills reaching a price of over a hundred spirit stones.

Wei Zhong didn't know much about second-tier spirit pills, but he had heard that two thousand low-grade spirit stones, which was the price of the Guiyuan Fuma Pill, was the highest tier.

The Foundation Establishment Pill, which is basically a second-tier pill, has increased several times over, reaching ten thousand spirit stones.

This price is simply outrageous.

However, Yang Jingting nodded in agreement:

"Ten thousand spirit stones is not an exaggeration. After all, Foundation Establishment Pills are spiritual pills and even strategic resources that can determine the life and death of an individual cultivator or even the survival of certain families and sects."

"Whether it's the medicinal herbs required for refining or the difficulty of refining, it is the rarest and most difficult of the second-tier elixirs."

"In addition, the cultivation market determines the price, causing it to rise sharply. Even at 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, it is still difficult to find a market for it."

"Once it appears at an auction, it will be snapped up by bidding wars, and there's no chance of it even being sold..."

Upon reaching this point, Yang Jingting, perhaps recalling the former Sect Leader Yin, suddenly let out a long sigh.

"This Guiyuan Fuma Pill is no fake. Keep it safe and take it back to your father after this pill competition."

Wei Zhong nodded:

"Disciple understands!"

Wei Zhong regained his composure and looked at the light screen above his head.

Within each segment, cultivators continued to come and go.

"There are so many people attending the Alchemy Conference."

Wei Zhong muttered to himself, realizing that this initial screening wouldn't be completed in a short time.

Sit cross-legged and wait patiently.

Within a few days, the initial screening of the young alchemists in Wei Zhong's villa was basically completed.

Few people obtained the tokens, and most of them were bronze tokens of the character "丙".

There was only one person with a silver token like Wei Zhong and Shen Xiaolou.

The other party was a middle-aged male cultivator, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, seemingly just on the edge of the bone age requirement.

He wore a blue robe with the clear insignia of the Biluo Sect on it.

Once he received the silver token, he was slowly surrounded by a large group of people, and flattery was heard incessantly.

In contrast, Wei Zhong's side was much quieter, with only a handful of cultivators, clearly from a small sect or faction without any background.

Even if others try to establish connections, they will still consider the social standing of the family.

Moreover, this is only the initial screening, and the final result for Dambi is still uncertain.

Wei Zhong waited for a long time, and finally, after seven days, the light curtain above his head went out, and at the same time, a group of disciples from the Medicine King Sect arrived at the separate courtyard.

After listening to the cultivator's description, Wei Zhong raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Choosing a pill?"

"Indeed, there are thousands of elixirs, each with different properties. Fellow Daoist Wei can choose the elixir he is most proficient in in order to prepare for the upcoming alchemy competition."

Wei Zhong did not directly choose the elixir, but instead asked:

"May I ask, fellow traveler, how many more rounds are there in the Danbi competition?"

The other party made no attempt to conceal anything:

"One round."

A gasp of surprise immediately rang out:

"One round?"

Not only Wei Zhong, but even Yang Jingting couldn't sit still and stood up:

"In previous alchemy conferences, there were at least three rounds of competition, so why is it like this time..."

"This alchemy competition is special. After the preliminary screening comes the grand competition... The valley has arranged it this way, and I, your junior disciple, am unaware of the reason."

Seeing the sincere expressions on the faces of the disciples from Medicine King Valley, Wei Zhong and the others knew that the other party was not lying.

"In that case, I will choose the mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pill."

"A mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pill? I'll record it here..."

The other party took out a jade slip and placed it on their forehead. Upon seeing this, Shen Xiaolou also added a comment:

"This humble Taoist and Fellow Taoist Wei have made the same choice."

The disciple replied again, "Understood!"

Take notes, and the other party will leave in a hurry.

Wei Zhong quickly stepped forward:

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

The other person turned around, looking puzzled:

"Does Fellow Daoist Wei have any other urgent matters to attend to?"

Wei Zhong took out the token from his pocket, pointed to the silver character "乙" on it, and asked:

"What is the meaning of this silver token?"

The other party was surprised:

"Fellow Daoist Wei actually managed to obtain a Grade B Silver Token; truly remarkable skill and good fortune..."

"The purpose of this order is simply to indicate the position of fellow Daoists during the Grand Competition."

……

"Location?"

Wei Zhong tossed the token in his hand repeatedly, recalling the words of the Medicine King Valley disciple, his expression puzzled.

"Positioning? Could it be that the positions during this competition are actually ranked? If so, wouldn't our first-mover advantage be far greater than everyone else's?"

Wei Zhong looked back at his colleagues who held bronze tokens with the character "丙" in their hands, or even those who had no tokens at all, and felt a pang of sadness.

Yang Jingting, tugging at his graying hair, said:

"This young man from Medicine King Valley doesn't speak clearly, leaving us to guess."

"Could the location possibly affect the quality of the resulting pill?"

Yang Jingting was bewildered by the sudden changes at the Daoist alchemy conference, while Lin Qingyuan, a complete novice, remained quite composed.

"Regardless, it's a good thing that you obtained the B-rank token, Zhong... no, young master."

"Danby only needs to give it his all now to achieve his goal for this trip, and he will have no regrets."

Wei Zhong nodded slowly. Although he wanted to calm himself down, he suddenly recalled the eight words he had learned at the exchange meeting: "The demonic calamity is coming, and the Medicine King is in trouble." His heart clenched, and he had a bad premonition.

Could it be?

……

In Medicine King Valley, many disciples sat in rows, all of them handsome young men.

Xiao Ruolan, known as "The Painter with Delicate Hands," Shen Bitao, known as "The Fairy of Herbs," and many other disciples whose names are unknown to outsiders but who still enjoy considerable fame within Medicine King Valley.

All the disciples held tokens, with golden and silver halos flowing between them.

If Wei Zhong were here, he would be astonished that so many people had obtained the Grade B silver token, and even the higher-ranking Grade A gold token.

A golden light rose, and there were five groups present.

Qi Wuyan stood high above everyone's heads, but none of the disciples below noticed her.

He turned to look at the two people beside him and said with a smile:

"The younger generation in my valley is truly remarkable. Competing against the entire Eastern Land, they obtained five out of ten gold tokens..."

Jiang Tiexin scoffed dismissively:

"What do you mean 'not bad'? It's only half. If I were younger, I could definitely lead everyone to take eighty percent."

Su Changqing shook his head slightly:

"Junior Brother's alchemy skills are naturally superb, but we are all getting on in years and are no longer what we used to be. The future of the sect will eventually belong to the younger generation, so why are you being so harsh on these juniors?"

Jiang Tiexin was a burly man with a face full of fierce features, but after hearing Su Changqing's reprimand, he didn't utter a single word of rebuttal. Instead, he lowered his head and humbly replied:

"Senior brother is right!"

Seeing that her two senior brothers remained as harmonious as ever, Qi Wuyan's expression softened:

"The Alchemy Conference is progressing smoothly so far, and the day of preparation is not far off. Changqing, are you ready?"

Su Changqing turned around, not glancing at Qi Wuyan, but instead looking up at the sky, as if he could see endless fortune gathering from the clouds:

"I, Su, have diligently cultivated myself for a hundred years, daring not to slacken, and will certainly not fail the trust placed in me by my ancestors!"