Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

The disciples at the back were confused and showered Hua Qinglian with praise once again.

The Lingyun Sect, in particular, showered Hua Qinglian with praise, calling her the number one saintess of the Immortal Spirit Continent.

When Zhong Lingxin regained consciousness, she heard these shameless words.

She groaned in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Ouch, why does my mouth taste so bitter! Ah? Thank you, Senior Sister Hua, for feeding me the low-grade first-class pill. Thank you, I have a third-grade healing pill, I can do it myself!"

Zhong Lingxin swallowed a healing pill and kept thanking Hua Qinglian, repeatedly thanking her for the first-grade healing pill. She also lamented that it wasn't easy for a disciple of a major sect like Hua Qinglian. She heard that even though Hua Qinglian had a master at the Mahayana stage, she only had first-grade healing pills on her when she went out. She was not as good as a rogue cultivator like herself, who had to buy two third-grade pills before daring to enter the secret realm.

He expressed his gratitude in countless words, and his expression was exceptionally sincere.

Many disciples realized what was happening and looked at Hua Qinglian with amusement.

The Lingyun Sect disciple, unable to save face, glared at Zhong Lingxin: "You surnamed Wu, even if it was a low-grade first-rank pill, it was still our Uncle Hua who saved you. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also mocked us. A person with such a vicious mind shouldn't have been saved at all!"

Zhong Lingxin bowed to Hua Qinglian and said, "Beautiful Hua Qinglian, thank you so much. I really have to thank you for waking up so quickly. Oh dear, my mouth is full of bitterness, I can't suppress it. I have to rinse my mouth. It's so bitter that my tongue can't move and my brain can't process anything. I'm just telling the truth."

Everyone was trying to suppress their laughter.

Zhong Lingxin tossed another fragrant pill into her mouth and sighed, "Alas, I'm so used to eating pills like candy that I really can't stand the bitter taste. I need to clear my mind and wake up before I suffer from the bitterness."

Ye Mingyang could tell that Zhong Lingxin had taken out a top-grade third-rank Qingxin Pill, and he also heard her eating the pill like candy. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether what Zhong Lingxin said was true or false.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, Zhong Lingxin must have a powerful background, otherwise she wouldn't be able to casually pick up top-grade pills.

It should be noted that even as the personal disciple of the Lingyun Sect Master, he didn't possess more than two top-grade pills.

Among the onlookers were many discerning individuals. Although they did not wish to offend Hua Qinglian, they were not willing to easily offend a cultivator who had produced two top-grade pills in succession.

Moreover, they all witnessed the first explosion; it was a seventh-grade explosive talisman.

Actually, they were completely wrong about this explosive talisman.

Zhong Lingxin took out a sixth-grade talisman drawn by Uncle Xuanyuan.

With Qingyang Zunsheng's pursuit of perfection, Xuanyuan, despite his various criticisms, refined his skills to perfection, creating only top-quality talismans.

A top-grade talisman of the sixth rank explodes to produce the effect of a seventh-rank talisman.

Ye Mingyang picked up the inner core and the unicorn horn that no one dared to pick up and handed them to Zhong Lingxin, saying sincerely, "Junior Brother Wu, it was Junior Brother Wu who arranged the troops and was able to kill the unicorn horn this time. The senior brothers also saw clearly that it was the effect of your seventh-grade explosive talisman. Junior Brother Wu deserves the greatest credit."

Moreover, Junior Brother Wu was seriously injured in the process. This inner core is no longer worth many spirit stones; however, this unicorn horn can barely compensate for some of the injuries Junior Brother Wu suffered.

Although the disciples from other sects and associations were disappointed that they couldn't get a share of the good stuff, they all agreed that Ye Mingyang's words made sense.

Hua Qinglian looked up, wanting to say that she had also thrown a few third- or fourth-grade explosive talismans, but under the mocking gazes of the crowd, she could only swallow her words, her heart filled with intense hatred for Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin glanced around at the group and laughed, "I'm very interested in this one-horned creature. My master is extremely fond of alchemy, and he says that even poison pills are pills. I'll take it back for him to refine. As for inner cores, I don't really need any. You can divide them up."

These words were spoken by Zhong Lingxin after a quick thought. First, she mentioned that her master could refine poison pills, warning everyone not to provoke him, as he might incapacitate them all with a single poison pill. Second, she said she didn't want the inner core, because she didn't want to monopolize the treasure and become the target of everyone's envy.

A disciple from a sect asked from the crowd, "Junior Brother Wu, what is your master's Daoist name? I've thought of all the alchemists who can refine poison pills, but I can't think of any poison pill master who has a disciple like you."

Zhong Lingxin looked up at him and smiled, "I only said that Master can refine pills, I didn't say that he is a poison pill master."

There are countless alchemists who can refine pills. The Alchemist Association of the Immortal Spirit Continent has tens of thousands of registered alchemists.

Everyone began racking their brains again, trying to figure out which alchemist was highly skilled and could refine top-grade pills.

However, they discovered that all those great alchemists could refine top-grade pills of the third rank.

Seeing that Zhong Lingxin was unwilling to reveal her teacher, everyone chuckled.

Ye Mingyang cupped his hands to Zhong Lingxin and said, "Junior Brother Wu, the One-Horned Flood Dragon has been eliminated, and the Jade Dragon River can now be crossed. I will take my leave now. When you travel to Lingyun Sect another day, please be sure to come and visit me."

He turned around, waved his hand, and left with the Lingyun Sect disciples without even glancing at Hua Qinglian.

The goddess in his heart has collapsed, and Hua Qinglian is no longer the ideal partner he has been looking for.

The disciples of Lingyun Sect followed behind Ye Mingyang, and intentionally or unintentionally stopped circling around Hua Qinglian.

Hua Qinglian gritted her teeth in hatred, but could only pretend not to know and secretly glared at Zhong Lingxin, only to see Zhong Lingxin looking at her with a half-smile.

Qu Xin finally caught up with the crowd.

She watched the Lingyun Sect members leave from afar and felt extremely anxious.

She followed him with the incense sticks burning all the way, and then burned one more, leaving only one.

She couldn't afford to miss the cultivators from the Lingyun Sect again; Zhong Lingxin was definitely mixed in with them.

Qu Xin rushed to find Gu Yang, who was about to lead the Qingyun Sect members to cross the river with the Lingyun Sect. She vaguely told him that she had been seriously injured and had only just returned to the group. Then she hurriedly followed the others onto a magic boat and headed towards the inner perimeter.

Seeing that Qu Xin hadn't noticed her, Zhong Lingxin didn't say anything more. She boarded a magic ship with the other disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance and headed towards the inner perimeter.

As soon as the French ship docked, Qu Xin hurriedly sent a message to Qu Zhihao, asking if he had succeeded in getting his hands on Hua Qinglian.

Qu Zhihao felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Qu Xin's message talisman, but he dared not ignore it. He could only explain that Hua Qinglian had been with Ye Mingyang since entering the secret realm, and he hadn't been able to find an opportunity to make a move. As for Zhong Lingxin, he hadn't encountered her yet.

Qu Xin cursed him as an idiot a few times and urged Qu Zhihao to get his hands on Hua Qinglian as soon as possible.

She heard while on the boat that Hua Qinglian's public image had collapsed and she could no longer walk beside Ye Mingyang.

Qu Zhihao silently put away the communication talisman, a hundred plans swirling in his mind.

This Hua Qinglian used to act incredibly aloof.

Now, in order to regain everyone's favor, it's much easier to strike up a conversation.