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

This was a skill that Mu Qingli used to use in his previous life, but after coming here, Mu Qingli adapted it a bit, combining it with spiritual power to create a new technique. Mu Qingli called it the Phantom Step.

Back at the General's Mansion, Yun Ling was so excited she couldn't find her way. "Miss, you've worked so hard today. To celebrate your victory in the first game, I've specially prepared Tianji Red Snow Nourishing Spirit Soup for you. Miss, drink it while it's hot."

Mu Qingli was a little amused and helpless. He hadn't even stepped onto the fighting stage, so how could he say it was hard work?

"Yunling, don't call yourself a slave anymore. I don't like hearing it."

Mu Qingli regarded Yun Ling as his friend, so naturally he didn't want his friend to call him a slave all the time.

As for why I didn't let her change her name to "Miss", it was because Yun Ling would never change. If I didn't let her call me "Miss", she would definitely think that I didn't want her anymore.

Yun Ling stared at Mu Qingli blankly, not knowing what to call herself for a moment.

"You, I have never considered you a servant. In my heart, you are my friend. From now on, replace 'slave' with 'I'."

Mu Qingli's words made Yun Ling's eyes well up with tears: "Wow, miss, you are so good to me... to me. You love eating the food I cook the most. What should I do if you want to eat the food I cook when you go to Qingyun College in the future?"

Yunling was simply a little crybaby. She felt extremely sad when she thought that she wouldn't be able to see the young lady for a long, long time.

Mu Qingli rubbed her head and said, "You can practice hard, and then you can come to me."

Yun Ling only has average talent, but she is already stronger than many people. She is only 16 years old now, but she is already a sixth-level spiritualist.

If Yun Ling hadn't been concerned that Mu Qingxue was the fourth young lady, she would have been able to defeat her with her strength.

Yun Ling heard Mu Qingli's words and instantly regained her fighting spirit: "Miss, don't worry, Yun Ling will definitely work hard to cultivate in the future and come to find you when the time comes!"

Qingyun College is not just Qingyun College, there are also people who were born and raised there. However, they are very xenophobic and it is very difficult for outsiders to get in.

Mu Qingli thought that when he became strong enough in the future, he could take his grandfather and the others over. Tianlin Country was not worth his grandfather staying behind.

The emperor had probably long wanted to weaken my grandfather's power, but he never found an opportunity.

The last time the engagement was broken off, he probably backfired. Otherwise, it would not have been just Xie Jingxi who came to exchange tokens and that would have been the end of it.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingli felt more and more that he could not stay in Tianlin Kingdom any longer.

Fortunately, grandpa’s strength is now the best in Tianlin Country, otherwise Mu Qingli would really be worried.

The first competition went on very quickly. Although there were more than a hundred people who signed up, most of them were spiritualists at the eighth or ninth level, so it didn't take long for the fight to decide the winner.

The second competition was held on the second day, also lasting one day.

Mu Qingli drew the lot in the same position as yesterday, and everyone's eyes were on the lot in her hand.

After yesterday's bye, everyone believed that she would definitely not have a bye this time, otherwise it would be blatant cheating.

Those who lost miserably yesterday placed their bets again on Mu Qingli losing, and even placed higher bets.

They all prayed silently in their hearts that Mu Qingli would encounter a powerful opponent and help them recover some health.

Mu Qingli looked at everyone's expectant eyes and slowly showed the sign in his hand - blank.

The crowd suddenly became agitated. Some people turned pale, and some started swearing with excessive adrenaline.

Countless people began to report Mu Qingli for cheating.

The cheers from the crowd grew louder, and Grandpa Mu immediately released his coercive power: "My granddaughter will never cheat!"

"You said you wouldn't cheat, so you didn't cheat? Then can you explain why you had byes for both games?"

Old Master Mu was so angry that he slammed the table and stood up: "My granddaughter is lucky, are you jealous?"

Even Old Man Pei, who was standing by, began to speak up for Mu Qingli: "The result of the lottery can't be decided by just anyone. You guys said that girl cheated, do you have any evidence?"

The noisy match was about to end. The envoy from Qingyun Academy sitting on the stage immediately spoke up to stop the farce. There was a hint of displeasure in her voice:

"The draw results are absolutely fair and just. Are you questioning Qingyun Academy?"

When everyone heard the words questioning Qingyun Academy, they fell silent. Yes, who could cheat under Qingyun Academy?

The one on the stage is a powerful Spirit King, a Spirit King that has never appeared in the four major countries. Who can do anything to him?

The doubts in everyone's hearts gradually faded, but the frustration on their faces could not be concealed.

The saddest person was the casino owner. Although he lost more by betting on Mu Qingli this time, he still had to pay out 300 million. What a big joke was God playing on him?

After yesterday's lesson, the casino owner gave the money very readily this time, even though his heart was bleeding.

Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Sir, will you vote in the next round?"

This time, fifty-eight people are selected to enter the twenty-nine, and including Mu Qingli, there are exactly thirty people, so there will definitely be no byes.

This time, Mu Qingli would definitely lose. He had already lost a lot in the first two games, so he had to make it back this time.

Mu Qingli found it a little funny. This boss had suffered losses twice, but he still didn't change his mind. He even asked for his investment. So he decided to play with him.

"It's going to be hard to win next time, right? After all, there are no byes."

Mu Qingli said nonchalantly.

The casino owner immediately became as attentive as a lackey: "Sir, if you bet on her to win, with such high odds, wouldn't you be tempted?"

Mu Qingli stroked the fake beard on his chin, pretending to think, and muttered, "Yeah, I won a lot of money this time anyway, so it doesn't matter even if I lose."

Then, Mu Qingli said to the boss as if he had made up his mind: "Boss, five hundred thousand, Mu Qingli will win."

The boss took the 500,000 yuan and secretly complained in his heart that Mu Qingli was stingy. He had won so much, but he only gave out this little. He was really petty.

Mu Qingli didn't know what she was thinking, but if he knew, he would definitely sneer at her. If she bet too much, could the casino owner afford the compensation?

He calculated this through a reasonable algorithm and concluded that he would definitely compete on stage in the next match.

Now, those who lost money will definitely pay a large sum of money to make up for their losses, and no more, no less, 500,000, which is just the right amount.

After picking up the receipt, Mu Qingli shook off the little tail following him and returned to the general's mansion.

General Mu also ran over dejectedly because he couldn't watch his granddaughter's game.

As soon as he entered the door, he started praising Mu Qingli.

"Li'er, you're amazing! Tomorrow is the 30-to-15 competition. Are you nervous?"