Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

"This is my alchemy furnace! I used this furnace to refine this elixir."

Mu Qingli didn't think anything of it, but it scared Grandpa Mu.

Old Master Mu stared at the Purple Gold Mysterious Spirit Cauldron for a long time and felt that this cauldron was different from ordinary ones. It looked ordinary from head to toe, yet it had a sense of mystery.

"Grandpa, this is what my master left me. He also left me many herbs. However, he said that the herbs he left behind are better than the ones we have here, so the pills made from them will also be better."

Mu Qingli casually took out a set of materials needed for the Xuanling Pill from the space.

Old Master Mu looked at the three herbs that were full of spiritual energy and felt that it was a waste for Mu Qingli to use these herbs to refine the Xuanling Pill. These herbs were more than enough to refine imperial-level pills.

The worst of these are thousand-year-old herbs, so how can the pills made from them be bad?

Now Mr. Mu really believed what Mu Qingli said.

Mu Qingli performed alchemy on the spot.

Mr. Mu was already surprised enough, but when he saw the speed at which Mu Qingli was refining the elixir, he felt very complicated.

If he remembered correctly, the king-level alchemist in the palace would take several days to refine a furnace of pills, and there were only two pills in it! King-level pills were hard to come by at auction.

Of course, the primary elixir does not take that long, but it will take at least a day.

But... his granddaughter only took a quarter of an hour? And she refined ten pills at once?

He pinched his arm hard and felt something. It was definitely not a dream. Is this world a dream?

Mu Qingli said several words to Grandpa Mu, but Grandpa Mu was still in a trance and didn't hear a word.

Mu Qingli waved his hand in front of his eyes and said, "Grandpa!"

Old Master Mu was startled and quickly responded: "Hey! Grandpa is here."

Mu Qingli handed the pill he had just refined to Grandpa Mu and asked him to check it.

Old Master Mu was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, but he tried hard to suppress it and said seriously: "Li'er, keep this pill for yourself, and don't sell it!"

Mu Qingli knew what his grandfather was worried about and nodded immediately: "Don't worry, Grandpa. If I want to sell it, I will only use ordinary herbs to refine it. However, ordinary herbs can also restore 60% of the spiritual energy. If used by a spiritual master, it can restore 30%."

Even so, Mr. Mu was still shocked, but after Mu Qingli's performance just now, he felt that he was used to it.

Even if Li'er told him now that he had broken through to the Spiritual Master level, he felt that he could accept it calmly.

"Great! You're worthy of being a child of the Mu family!"

Mu Zhanxiao has always been loyal to his country, but Tianlin Kingdom ranks the lowest among the four countries, with only three places to enter Qingyun Academy.

Qingyun Academy recruits students every three years, and anyone aged 14 to 18 can apply. This is the third year since the last enrollment. In a month, Qingyun Academy will begin recruiting students in Tianlin Country.

"You are now 14, just in time to apply for Qingyun College's enrollment. There is still a month left, but this time is a bit risky for you, so just treat it as a test."

Grandpa Mu felt that his granddaughter would not be able to win this competition. After all, the others had been practicing for many years, and there were several who were at the spiritual level.

Zhou Ruohan from the Zhou family is seventeen years old and is a second-level spiritualist; the boy from the Pei family is fifteen years old and is a third-level spiritualist; the fourth prince is now eighteen years old and has practiced for a longer time, and has the strength of a fourth-level spiritualist.

As expected, these three people will get the places this year. As for the other one of the four families, they don’t have children of the right age and therefore cannot participate in this competition.

"Grandpa, don't you really trust your granddaughter? There's still a month left. I will practice hard during this month and will definitely get a spot."

Grandpa Mu looked at Mu Qingli with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Li'er, I'm really happy that you can say that. But even if your cultivation level improves, you'll be at a disadvantage if you lack practical experience."

Old Master Mu naturally didn't know that Mu Qingli had lived on the edge of a knife in the past and was very good at killing people.

Mu Qingli didn't explain, but just reassured him: "Grandpa, don't worry, I won't let you down."

Mu Zhanxiao stayed with Mu Qingli for dinner and then left.

Before leaving, I focused on talking to Mu Qingli about the news about Qingyun Academy.

Qingyun College does not belong to any country and is above all countries. Many people are proud to enter Qingyun College.

But the higher his status, the stricter the screening. There are four major countries in the Cangkong Continent, and the places are allocated according to the ranking. The top two have five places, and the bottom two have only three places.

There are countless small countries under the four major countries, and each small country has only one place.

The people at Qingyun Academy naturally don't have that much free time. Apart from the teachers coming for the screening examinations of the four major countries, the other small countries only send students to take the examinations.

Passing the assessment is only the first screening. Whether you can enter Qingyun College still requires passing the college's test.

As for the content of the test, no one has ever mentioned it and it is confidential.

After sending Mu Zhanxiao away, Mu Qingli wanted to enter the space to practice, but suddenly found that a person appeared out of thin air in the room.

The man wore a black ghost mask and a black robe. He exuded the aura of a strong man and looked extremely mysterious.

Mu Qingli did not shout or scream. She knew that it was useless to shout. Not to mention that her grandfather could not use spiritual power, even if he could, he would not be a match for this person.

This person didn't seem to have any ill intentions. He just stood there without saying a word.

Mu Qingli simply sat down, his eyes casually glancing at the man in black: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man in black said nothing as he sat across from Mu Qingli. He picked up the tea on the table and started drinking it. While drinking, he started complaining, "It doesn't taste good."

Mu Qingli: “…” That’s too much.

Did I ask you to drink it? You took it without asking and even said that the tea was not tasty. You really show off your status.

If I wasn't so weak right now, I would have given you a black eye.

But Mu Qingli felt that the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

She stared at the face of the man in black, trying to see something from it, but the man revealed nothing except his mouth.

Mouth……

Mu Qingli suddenly remembered when he had heard this voice before. It was the same voice and the same mouth shape of the unconscious beauty he had seen in the Nether Forest before.

"Have we met before? Are you Bei Ming Ye?"

"Oh, not stupid."

Bei Mingye didn't expect that Mu Qingli could guess him so quickly, and his beautiful lips curled up slightly.

Mu Qingli felt that he was really unlucky. He just poisoned someone casually, but this person's strength was so unfathomable. Could she be here to settle the score with him?

That shouldn't be the case, right? At first, I just thought he had no spiritual power, and the dosage wasn't much, so it shouldn't have affected him, right?

Mu Qingli felt like crying. How could she have provoked such a person...

However, she still had to ask what she needed to ask. With a distressed look on her face, she asked hesitantly, "What are you doing here?"