After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

If it weren't for the sneak attack by the Yaoguang Sect, both sides would not have been so bloodthirsty and eliminated a large number of each other's disciples.

They were about to start a fight, but since this was a sect conference, they held back.

But there are also people who do not have such good endurance and cultivation. Those monks who were killed in the ambushes in the illusionary space, crawled up from the ground, and rushed towards their opponents with weapons in their hands and bloodshot eyes.

The hatred of being "killed" in the Liangyi space just now is irreconcilable!

However, as soon as these people took a step forward and raised their weapons, they were bounced off the arena by waves of light and fell down.

"take away!"

The monks from the Law Enforcement Hall, who were standing in a circle to maintain order, had stern faces and were wearing black armor. They caught the person who fell in an instant, put a knife or gun to his neck, and led him out of the stage.

The anger in the heart of the monk who was harboring revenge on the arena was instantly extinguished.

Lin Xiaotian stood on the high platform, his hands behind his back, looking down at everything that happened on the stage with a calm gaze, and spoke without any emotion.

"As cultivators, we should not be arrogant when we win, nor complacent when we lose. We should be able to afford to lose, avoid arrogance and impatience, and have an open and broad mind. Only then can we maintain rationality and cultivate the supreme method of forgetting emotions!"

After Lin Xiaotian finished speaking, everyone on the arena returned to their seats. The winners were naturally filled with joy, while the losers were dejected.

Then, Yuqing Sect issued a jade token made of white jade to each of the advanced foundation-building monks from various sects, with the numbers "001" to "030" written on it.

At that time, the leaders who preside over the sect conference will randomly draw lots for the monks to compete.

The elimination round was over and it was almost noon. Everyone left. There was a break of nearly two hours in between, and the next competition would be held in the afternoon.

At noon, after the disciples of Yuqing Sect brought lunch, Yu Nian found that several disciples had hardly touched their chopsticks.

"Eating is the key to growing taller." Yu Nian poured a bowl of rice for each of the three and pushed it in front of them. "Especially Xiaoyan, after you finish eating, we have a competition this afternoon."

"Master, the food in Yuqing Sect is so disgusting. The food in Zhongzhou is really too hard to swallow." Ye Tang frowned and forgot to glance at the bland food on the table. He felt full just by looking at it.

People in Zhongzhou prefer light taste, which results in the dishes here also being light and sweet.

Except for Ling Cang, none of them were used to the food here, and they were also having some problems with the local climate, so they looked listless.

As for Ling Cang, after eating the food cooked by Yu Nian for so long, he no longer looks down on these things.

Looking at his apprentice who has lost his appetite these days, Yu Nian is really worried.

Although they all practiced fasting and didn't need to eat, after getting used to it, they always felt empty inside when they didn't eat.

And who knows how long this sect conference will last, and how many days they will have to stay in Zhongzhou... It can't be like this forever, right?

After the meal, only a handful of rice grains were missing from the three people's bowls, and the dishes on the table were left untouched.

Yu Nian decided not to eat the food that was delivered to her and to cook her own food.

She thought again of the appetizer that no one, young or old, man or woman could refuse in her previous life.

Taking advantage of the remaining hour or so, Yu Nian brought his disciples to the town below the Yuqing Fairyland, preparing to go to the vegetable market to see if there was any gluten or bean skin for sale.

As soon as he entered the vegetable market, Yu Nian felt the familiar lively atmosphere. The uncles and aunts in the vegetable market kept shouting and hawking their wares. There were a wide variety of vegetables and meats on display, and just looking at them made one's stomach feel full.

In order to save time, Yu Nian quickly selected the items, paid for them, and put the ingredients and seasonings into the storage ring.

When passing by a spiritual herb shop, the few of them saw an acquaintance.

"Brother, I was the first one to see this ten-thousand-year-old golden chrysanthemum. How could you do this?" A female cultivator said angrily.

Canglan paid calmly, "Sorry, I happened to like it too, so it's mine."

"You are delusional!"

"Cang Yi, stop talking nonsense and draw your sword!"

What a pair of fake brother and sister, they became enemies because of a golden chrysanthemum, and even drew their swords against each other, fighting directly in the store and outside on the street, slashing at each other with swords without mercy and ferocity.

The sword shadows danced, cutting through the air with a crackling sound. Wherever the two men went, bloody pieces of clothing fell.

Two cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage started fighting, and no one on the street could stop them. The shop owner was shocked. He didn't expect that opening a shop to do business and selling things would lead to such a fight between Nascent Soul masters.

Yu Nian had no choice but to take out the Feiguang Sword and use the sword to block the attacks of the two men, thus stopping the fight.

"My two fellow Taoists, peace is the most important thing."

Hearing the familiar voice, Canglan looked over and politely clasped his fists: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yu. It has been many years since we last met. Fellow Daoist Yu has made considerable progress in his cultivation."

"You are too kind, Fellow Daoist Cang. You have made great progress. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Just as Yu Nian was about to leave, she suddenly caught sight of the golden chrysanthemum on the ground. She squatted down and picked it up, then looked at the two of them in confusion, "Whose is this!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

The two siblings spoke at the same time, glaring at each other.

Canglan took out a palm-sized, dark-colored small tripod and said, "Fellow Daoist Xuan, I just got a top-grade alchemy furnace a while ago. I want to find a thousand-year-old spiritual herb to make an elixir to use in refining the new alchemy furnace. This golden chrysanthemum is very important to me..."

"It's important to you, and it's important to me too!" Cang Yi put his hands on his hips, looking resentful. "I'm about to break through to the sixth-level alchemist, and I need to collect materials to refine the sixth-level Jinchen Pill. This ten-thousand-year-old golden chrysanthemum is one of the necessary ingredients. What's more, I saw it first!"

Canglan said calmly, "I paid for it, it's mine."

"Is there any brother like you? All you do all day is fight with your sister for things, and you don't care about your sister at all..."

"Is there any sister like you? You only know how to fight with your brother for things all day long, and you have no respect for the elders at all..."

In Yu Nian's impression, Canglan has always been a steady and self-controlled person. This is the first time she has seen Canglan like this.

But seeing that the two were about to fight again, she couldn't help but lower her head and hold her forehead, feeling a headache.

She really didn't understand. Alchemy also valued peace of mind. Wouldn't the people of Miaodan Sect dislike these two people for quarreling?

The leader of the Miaodan Sect seemed to be called Yuan Xu. He was now quite sympathetic to the warrior named Yuan Xu...

While Yu Nian was complaining in his heart, his eyes were gradually attracted to the alchemy furnace. Facing the problem he encountered when cooking before, a light bulb suddenly flashed in his mind.

"My two fellow Daoists, could you please do Yu Nian a small favor?"