Chapter 692 - 487: The Little Demon Stirs in the Small Temple, Trouble Comes Knocking

Wang Xue was not easily bullied and quickly retorted.

"How can it be my fault?

I am not the one responsible for tiring out my husband."

Wang Qing widened her beautiful eyes and spoke.

For a moment, in the front courtyard.

The three women chirped merrily together, living up to the saying "With harmony in the family, all matters prosper."

...

In the Skill Transmission Hall and the Alchemy Pavilion.

"So you are Zheng Yi, the most outstanding among this batch of Immortal Seeds?"

Upon hearing this, the other five alchemy apprentices of the Wang Family cast surprised glances.

They saw that Zheng Yi had brows like swords and eyes like stars, with a pleasant and upright demeanor, without any hint of scheming, evoking a sense of goodwill among everyone.

The question came from Wang Mei, one of the five alchemy apprentices, instead of Wang Miaomiao, the granddaughter of the Second Elder and the most talented in alchemy.

She spoke with a melodious and lingering voice.

Zheng Yi gave a slight smile and walked past her.

He entered the most secluded compartment.

"This Zheng Yi doesn’t look as unpromising as you mentioned earlier, Sister Wang Mei. This person has a full face and broad forehead, which is an excellent face reading."

"It’s a pity he’s only a low-grade Spirit Root, otherwise, he might be worthy of marrying a daughter of the Wang Family."

The person standing beside Wang Mei, who had not spoken before, said.

"Hahaha."

Wang Mei rolled her eyes and laughed mockingly, "Him?

In his entire life, he’ll be nothing more than an alchemy apprentice.

To think of marrying a noble daughter of the Wang Family, unless he becomes a true Alchemist or breaks through to the Fourth-layer Qi Refining realm, otherwise it’s just daydreaming."

Wang Mei’s words were filled with disdain for Immortal Seeds like Zheng Yi.

Among the five apprentices, some remained expressionless.

One stepped forward and outright agreed, "Sister Wang Mei, why worry, the family just needs to say the word and driving him out of the Alchemy Pavilion would be a piece of cake.

Even if Master Zhang values him.

If he shows a lack of character, Master Zhang would surely be disappointed in him."

This person had thin cheeks and a sharp, harsh expression, which seemed odd for a male but would have suited a female.

And the words he spoke aligned well with Wang Mei’s thoughts.

"Then that’s settled, don’t any of you dare spread the word."

Wang Mei said through gritted teeth.

The other clan members knew well enough to avoid unnecessary trouble and left one after the other.

They were unwilling to get involved in this matter.

Being a part of the Wang Clan, they had become alchemy apprentices with great difficulty.

If they were expelled by Master Zhang because of this, even the clan wouldn’t tolerate it.

Since the Immortal Seed was taken in by the Wang Family.

If they could act against the Immortal Seed today, what would stop them from becoming traitors to the clan tomorrow?

If such behavior became exemplary, having their cultivation abolished wouldn’t be impossible.

Seeing the others being so "unambitious," Wang Mei felt aggrieved, "Only Wang Bu’er is truly good to me.

When Zheng Yi is driven out of the Alchemy Pavilion, I will not forget you."

Though she said this.

When Wang Bu’er tried to take the opportunity to hold her hand, Wang Mei quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes seductive and figure graceful, teasingly saying, "Let’s wait until the matter is done first."

"Good sister, I’m not in a hurry.

It’s just about teaching this boy a lesson.

To call him an Immortal Seed is flattering, to put it bluntly, isn’t he just a dog of the Wang Family?

What’s worth counting on?"

At this moment, in the most secluded compartment of the Alchemy Pavilion.

Zheng Yi was concentrating, as the Spiritual Power continuously flowed in, the Spirit Storage Pill before him gradually took shape.

Amidst the encircling mist.

Zheng Yi exhaled a breath of relief, "This strength at the First-layer Qi Refining is still too weak.

With my low-grade Spirit Root, plus the previously accumulated resources, it’s time to show something."

Zheng Yi thought to himself.

He left the compartment, walked out of the Alchemy Pavilion, and headed straight home.

Along the way, others greeted him.

He responded with a smile.

Back in the cultivation area, Zheng Yi took out the Yellow Dragon Pill he had prepared earlier.

As the elixir melted in his mouth, vast Spiritual Power gathered in his Dantian and poured into his wounded and broken body.

Zheng Yi exhaled a turbid breath, activating the Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique.

After completing one small circulation.

The Spiritual Power within him reached the perfect state of the First-layer Qi Refining, only waiting for a suitable opportunity to naturally break through to the Second-layer Qi Refining.

"Still need to nurture the body."

Zheng Yi smiled wryly, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Though the Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique is a top-grade cultivation technique, it was quite strenuous to use with his current damaged body and Spirit Root.

But if cultivating with the Celestial Cloud Technique.

The efficiency of absorbing Spiritual Qi was too low, so he could only persevere for now.

For the next few days, Zheng Yi continued taking the Yellow Dragon Pill.

A bottle contained about seven or eight pills, enough to support his breakthrough to the Third-layer Qi Refining, and breaking through to the Second-layer Qi Refining would likely open the space in his Dantian again.

By then, many Heavenly and Earthly Treasures would become usable.

Zheng Yi was secretly delighted.

...

In these few days.

Zheng Yi’s figure traversed between the Alchemy Pavilion, Skill Transmission Hall, and his home cultivation courtyard.

This ascetic-like cultivation life made him stand out among the Immortal Seeds.

In the Skill Transmission Hall.

In Master Zhang’s class, Zheng Yi once again raised a question.

His skills in alchemy steadily improved before everyone’s eyes once more.

"Alright, class dismissed."

Master Zhang announced, and everyone left.

With Zheng Yi’s presence, fewer and fewer people attended Master Zhang’s classes.

Alchemy was already difficult.

With a "demon" like Zheng Yi, if others’ hearts wavered, even to get started in alchemy, just becoming a simple apprentice became exceedingly difficult.

"At this rate, in a few more days, I should be ready to start refining Spirit Storage Pills.