The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

With a loud "Boom!", the alchemy furnace in front of Wang Teng shook violently, the furnace lid flew into the sky, and a thick stream of black smoke mixed with a pungent burnt smell gushed out.

He failed to condense his elixir!

However, Ye Sheng's alchemy furnace gradually returned to calm after the violent tremors.

Immediately afterwards, a strange fragrance of elixir slowly wafted out from the cracks in the elixir furnace.

The fragrance of the pill was clear and powerful, invigorating the spirit and making one feel as if even the internal energy and spiritual power within the body were activated.

Ye Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and reached out to open the stove lid.

At the bottom of the alchemy furnace, there lay a pill the size of a longan, perfectly round, radiating a tricolored precious light.

There were three fine, thread-like golden patterns on the pill!

Three red patterns!

The moment the three-colored pill appeared in everyone's sight, the entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pill, their faces filled with disbelief and horror.

"Dan...Dan patterns! It's actually Dan patterns!"

"My God! Am I seeing things? That...that's the kind of pill pattern recorded in ancient texts, the kind that can only appear on elixirs!"

"Three pill patterns... This... This is at least a mid-grade spirit pill! Or even higher!"

On the viewing platform, the sect elders who were at the Golden Core stage could no longer remain calm at this moment.

They jumped up from their seats, craning their necks and staring intently at the pill in Ye Sheng's alchemy furnace with the eyes of someone looking at a priceless treasure, their breathing becoming rapid.

Wu Fei's gloomy face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He originally intended to set Ye Sheng up by causing the furnace to explode and embarrass him, but he never expected that the other party would actually refine a spiritual pill with pill patterns under such harsh conditions!

For the first time, a genuine expression of emotion appeared on Xuan Yang Zhenren's face.

A dazzling light burst forth from his deep, star-like eyes.

He didn't even pay attention to the elders around him who had lost their composure. With a flicker, he disappeared directly from the high platform.

The next second, he appeared in front of Ye Sheng's alchemy platform.

He didn't speak, but simply stretched out his seemingly withered hand, which contained terrifying power, and carefully took the three-colored pill out of the furnace.

Master Xuan Yang held the pill to his nose and sniffed it lightly. He then carefully examined it with his divine sense. Finally, a trace of barely suppressed excitement appeared on his usually calm face.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice trembling slightly.

"Using three opposing spiritual plants—water, fire, and lightning—as ingredients, one can actually refine such a breakthrough elixir that embodies the principle of 'destruction before construction'..."

"With three stages of refinement and three distinct patterns of energy... this pill has reached the pinnacle of a mid-grade spiritual pill, and even touches the threshold of a high-grade spiritual pill!"

Master Xuan Yang raised his head, looking at Ye Sheng with a burning gaze, and asked, word by word, "What is the name of this pill you refined?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this pill is called the Three-Turn Breakthrough Pill," Ye Sheng bowed and answered calmly.

"The Third-Stage Breakthrough Pill..."

Master Xuan Yang muttered to himself, then burst into loud laughter, saying, "Hahaha! What a fine third-stage breakthrough pill! What a genius alchemist!"

His laughter, like a resounding bell, echoed through the sky, making the entire square buzz.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, because they had never seen their sect leader, who was usually so composed, lose his composure like this.

At this moment, Wang Teng slumped to the ground, his face ashen. He looked at the young man who had been personally praised by the sect leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and all that remained in his heart was endless despair.

He knew he was finished. Not only had he lost this alchemy competition, but he also dared not even entertain the thought of competing with Ye Sheng in alchemy again in the future.

Because in the face of absolute talent and strength, his pitiful family alchemy skills were utterly insignificant.

"I hereby declare!"

Xuan Yang Zhenren's laughter gradually subsided. Holding the third-stage breakthrough pill, he surveyed the entire audience and, in a thunderous voice, announced:

"The champion of this year's Alchemy Grand Gathering is—Ye Sheng!"

"As a reward, a thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Ginseng!"

"He is hereby appointed as a Guest Elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, enjoying the same treatment as Inner Sect Elders!"

These words caused another uproar in the audience!

Guest Elder of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect! This is a position that countless alchemists in the Eastern Region dream of!

This means that not only will they receive the protection of the sect, but they will also enjoy a wealth of cultivation resources!

Ye Sheng, a mortal martial artist who was recently framed as a spy for the Demonic Sect, has risen to a height that many people can only look up to!

At this moment, countless envious, jealous, and awe-inspiring gazes once again focused on Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng ignored the gazes around him and simply bowed deeply to Xuan Yang Zhenren.

"Thank you, Sect Master."

"No need to thank me." Master Xuan Yang waved his hand, a warm smile on his face. "This is what you deserve."

He returned the third-stage breakthrough pill to Ye Sheng, and said, "Since you refined this pill, it belongs to you."

Just then, Wu Fei's untimely voice rang out again.

"metropolitan!"

He leaped down from the high platform, his face extremely grim, and said in a deep voice, "This boy's origins are unknown, and his cultivation methods are strange. How can we so easily grant him the position of Guest Elder!"

He was still unwilling to give up.

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanyang's smile slowly faded. He turned his head and glanced at Wu Fei indifferently.

That one glance, though light, sent a chill down Wu Fei's spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Elder Wu," Xuan Yang Zhenren's voice turned cold, "Are you implying that you are questioning my decision?"

"Your disciple... dare not!"

Wu Fei was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. After all, the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator was something he, a Golden Core cultivator, could not withstand.

"In the grand gathering of alchemy, the capable shall prevail. Ye Sheng's victory, achieved through his innate talent in alchemy, is the well-deserved honor."

Master Xuanyang snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "As for the so-called 'suspicion of the demonic sect' on him, I will make my own judgment. It is not up to you, the mere Second Elder of the Enforcement Hall, to interfere."

"Hmph, perfect. I've already secretly sent people to investigate the matter of the traitor from the Demonic Sect that you mentioned earlier."

"Wu Fei, as the second elder of the Enforcement Hall, you are narrow-minded and use your position to settle personal scores, repeatedly targeting a junior outer disciple."

"From this day forward, you shall relinquish your position as an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall and go to the back mountain to meditate in seclusion for a hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fei felt as if struck by lightning, and collapsed to the ground.

To strip him of his eldership and force him to spend another hundred years in seclusion! This was worse than death! After all, a Golden Core cultivator's lifespan was only two hundred years.

"Sect Master, spare me! Sect Master, spare me!" Wu Fei kowtowed desperately, begging for mercy.

But Master Xuan Yang didn't even glance at him. He simply waved his hand, and two disciples from the Enforcement Hall stepped forward and dragged him away.

After dealing with Wu Fei, Master Xuan Yang looked at Ye Sheng again, his expression returning to its gentle state.

Elder Ye.

He changed his form of address and asked, "Now that you are a guest elder of my sect, you are free to move about within our sect. Do you have any other requests?"

Ye Sheng knew that his opportunity had arrived.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to Xuan Yang Zhenren once again.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this disciple does indeed have a request."

"explain."

"This disciple wishes to go to Beast Taming Peak to find my lost younger brother!" Ye Sheng's voice was unusually firm.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhao, standing behind Xuan Yang Zhenren, froze for a moment on his gentle, jade-like face, which had been beaming with a warm smile.

Master Xuanyang looked at Ye Sheng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Okay."

But his next words made Ye Sheng's heart sink.

"But Beast Taming Peak has its own rules. If you're going there, you must abide by them. Yang Zhao, take him there."