Quick Travel: Dream Hunt

Ting He was in a trance for a while because of Jin Niang's stare, and she only heard a voice in her mind, "Girl, I can only help you so far. I can't do anything about the leaking soul, but the Buddhist sect has a soul pill that can make up for your damaged soul. Although I don't know your identity, you can purify the magic destruction bead, refine it into a divine object and use it for yourself. I think you must be a great person. Since you are destined to be my blood daughter, I will not sit idly by. Show your strength and defeat those people. Only then can you get these treasures that can help you repair yourself. You only have one chance. If you lose, I can't save you. Please remember that the power of the destruction bead cannot be used lightly."

Ting He shuddered, and suddenly came to his senses. He turned his head abruptly to look in the direction of Jin Niang, and murmured to himself: "Thank you, I will win."

Ting He secretly wondered how powerful the provocative woman opposite her was in the early stage of foundation building. It was a pity that she had no spiritual roots and had no way to compare. However, in order to fight against her, Ting He had decided to take out the Panlong Stick for a competition.

The pink-dressed woman flew onto the competition stage, bowed, and said:

"I am the daughter of the head of Xuantian Sect, and I am in the early stage of foundation building. Let's compete in making pills. The loser will have to give up the title of Little Immortal Venerable. Do you dare to compete?"

Just as Ting He was about to retort, how could the bets be changed at will, he heard the major families cheering:

"The Sect Master has agreed."

"The clan leader has also agreed..."

"You agree."

Ting He was like being placed on the competition stage. She frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Then this little immortal will agree, but this little immortal will not kill unknown people."

Unexpectedly, the pink-dressed lady didn't even think about giving her name, and replied shamelessly: "Stop talking nonsense, you are not worthy of knowing my name."

As she spoke, she conjured up an alchemy furnace that was taller than a person, picked up the herbs prepared by the great elder and began to refine them, muttering, "I was already a second-grade alchemist many years ago, and it's easy for me to refine a second-grade rejuvenation pill now."

Ting He's brows relaxed upon hearing that. She pursed her lips and silently picked out the herbs, put them directly in her hands, and closed her eyes to rest. In fact, she was using her spiritual consciousness to offer sacrifice to the fire, melting the herbs directly into liquid medicine in her hands and then merging them with each other to eventually form the pill. When she first started learning alchemy from the elders of the clan, she failed to achieve success overnight because she had no spiritual roots and could not use her spiritual power. Instead, the elders patiently taught her the spiritual consciousness techniques and alchemy skills. After countless attempts, she finally succeeded in mastering the method of offering sacrifice to fire with spiritual consciousness.

Ting He ignored how the monks below laughed at her and instead devoted all her energy to the process of refining the elixir with her spiritual consciousness.

An hour passed quickly. The pink-clothed woman took out the second-grade high-level elixir, the Rejuvenating Pill, and teased Tinghe triumphantly. However, when she saw that Tinghe had transformed the pills with her hands and successfully refined the fourth-grade Soul-Nourishing Pill, she completely collapsed. She cursed and accused Tinghe of cheating, and wanted to have another round of refining with her.

The elders in the pink-clothed woman's family saw with their own eyes how Ting He made the elixir with her bare hands. She didn't use any spiritual power at all during the whole process. It was much more difficult than when ordinary alchemists were making alchemies. They had no choice but to fly forward and knock their daughter unconscious, and took her away. They didn't even feel comfortable taking back the sect's treasure.

Next, the agreed upon rule of best of three games was changed, and there was also an inexplicable addition of a bet that if Tinghe lost, he would give up his position as the Lesser Immortal. Tinghe resolved all of them one by one and did not take them to heart. Instead, he focused all his thoughts on – he must win.

Soon, several disciples swarmed forward. After the disciple in the late foundation building stage who was competing in spiritual power was no match for Tinghe's Panlong Stick, he summoned many flying birds from the Beast Taming Sect to help him deal with Tinghe. Tinghe only muttered a few words, and the flying birds and spirit beasts of their Beast Taming Sect stopped attacking and turned against the disciple. In the end, the disciple returned in defeat and handed over the Beast Taming Sect's Divine Wind Egg before returning in disappointment.

Later, several more powerful disciples came, but Tinghe's spiritual power was useless to them. They were either physically beaten or stabbed by spiritual consciousness, and finally surrendered.

Until a formation master came up, Ting He bowed and said, "This round, this little immortal admits defeat."

But the formation master on the opposite side pretended not to hear, and kept drawing formations and throwing several formation flags at Tinghe, binding Tinghe tightly. Just when everyone thought Tinghe was going to lose, the dark energy in Tinghe's body quietly overflowed, and with a snap, the formation was shattered and collapsed. Tinghe also took out the defense formation plate bought in the world of Roufu Diji and threw it at his feet, saying condescendingly: "You lost, you are vulnerable."

The formation mage took a few steps back, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and roared:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am a child of destiny. My cultivation has reached the Golden Core Stage. My formation skills are above those of a great formation master. I am invincible in battles across continents. How could I possibly lose to a little immortal like you who relies on bloodline to snatch others' cultivation opportunities? You clearly don't have any cultivation skills."

Ting He did not argue and admitted, "I do not have any cultivation skills, and I am even a mortal. But is it possible that you, the frogs in the well, have never seen my physique and cultivation methods? Who says that you cannot cultivate without the help of spiritual power? I am the first person in the history of the world."

Originally, he just wanted to show off, but who knew that he would offend a lot of people, even the clan leader and the head of the family, who couldn't wait to jump out and refute:

"Impossible. You are clearly a fairy, but you have no spiritual power. Tell me, did you practice some unorthodox way to be so powerful, or did you use some special magic weapon to defeat the enemy in one move?"

As they spoke, everyone looked at her with greedy eyes, trying to poke a hole in her body.

Ting He really didn't want to bother with these people, because there was only a junior from the Buddhist sect who had not yet fought with her, and she was only one step away from getting the Soul Pill. These old guys could really cause trouble and delay her from winning back the treasure.

Ting He did not argue with them, but frowned and said:

"I've heard that the Buddhist sect is compassionate and saves the dying and the wounded, but why did they become such cowards when it comes to the competition?"

The Buddhist disciple had a good appearance. He performed the Buddhist salute in a proper manner and said:

"Amitabha, since the female donor is so arrogant, it is worthwhile for me to teach her a lesson."

As he said that, the disciple flew to the competition stage and started fighting with Tinghe with bare hands. Tinghe was not to be outdone and used his body-building skills to the extreme, only then he managed to push the disciple back several steps.