Su Huai was kicked out...

He stood at the door of the alchemy room, angry, shaking and cold.

After shaking off, I walked towards the foot of Yaolingfeng Mountain.

Of course, he was not fired from Yaolingfeng, Chen Tairu personally sent him out of the alchemy room.

And stood at the door and said to him: "Su Huai, how could I be so virtuous as to be able to meet a unique alchemy wizard like you in my later years..."

If I go out and say that I have a disciple like you, I, an eighth-grade alchemist, will probably lose my job!"

"I really have little talent and little knowledge, so I can't teach you."

"It's better than this. Let's stop making things difficult for each other. I will give you a first-grade alchemist's sign and allow you to retain your identity as a disciple of Yaoling Peak.

How about you go back and study on your own?"

What else could Su Huai do? He could only say yes.

Alas, excellent people are always lonely and not understood by others.

Su Huai let out a long sigh, walked slowly through the large medicinal fields, wandered around the Yanyue Immortal Sect for a long time, and ran to the "War Hall" at the center of the Immortal Sect.

The Battle Hall, also known as the Mission Hall, is where the disciples of the Immortal Sect receive missions and gain points.

Su Huai walked to an empty counter and knocked on the dark red wooden table top.

"Hello?"

Sitting behind the counter was an unsmiling middle-aged man who raised his head and glanced at Su Huai.

"What's the matter?"

"Uh... That's it. I am a new disciple who just started this morning. I would like to ask, how can I enter the secret realm that I entered during the assessment again?"

"The secret realm used for assessment...let me take a look..."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and scratched a few times on the stone slab in front of him, and then projected a large number of projections of the entrance to the secret realm in front of Su Huai.

He zoomed in on one of them.

"Found it, Trial Secret Realm No. 04, a Grade C secret realm. If you want to re-enter, you need to pay 100,000 points."

Su Huai's eyes widened immediately:

"Shit! One hundred thousand points!?"

"Why don't you go and grab it!"

The man glanced at him:

"There is no need to rob it. That secret realm has been set up with a special barrier by the powerful human race. After suffering a fatal attack, it can be teleported back without any injuries. It is one of the absolutely safe trial places."

"Don't you think your life is worth less than a mere 100,000 points?"

"A mere hundred thousand!?"

Su Huai really wanted to put the identity token in his hand directly on this man's face, and then grabbed his collar and told him: "I killed a sixth-level monster to get 100,000 points! Sixth-level! How the hell do you know six-level monsters?"

What is the concept of hierarchy!"

Unfortunately, he can't.

He could only ask the next question through gritted teeth.

"So, what if I want to bring a contracted spirit out of the secret realm? Are there any procedures required?"

"Of course!"

"First you need to obtain the consent of at least one inner sect elder, and then prepare one hundred thousand points..."

"Why do you need so many points again!?"

"Every monster in the secret realm was captured with great effort by the senior human race. If you want to take them away, of course you have to pay an adoption fee. This is very reasonable."

"..."

Half a quarter of an hour ago, Su Huai thought that he had 200,000 points and was a real rich man. He dismissed the expenses that needed to be deducted for food and accommodation in the Immortal Sect.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he was already lying on the counter, looking through the miscellaneous small points tasks in the Immortal Sect.

After flipping through the pages for a while, he suddenly pointed to the task of "cleaning the bathhouse" and asked the middle-aged man:

"This bathhouse...is it a men's bathhouse or a women's bathhouse?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Oh, of course it's a men's bathhouse!"

"Cleaning the women's bathhouse... do you think it would be your turn if such a good thing really happened?"

"Ahem, that's right..."

"Then please register for me. I want to take on this task of fishing for spiritual fish."

"OK!"

"This task does not need to be handed over. You can go fishing in Chenyue Lake at any time. If you catch something, just bring it to me. One hundred points, no limit."

"Thank you."

After leaving the mission hall, Su Huai wandered to the location of Sword Peak.

He's here to fool...ah! He's here to invite Luo Yuanhe to go down the mountain for a heart-to-heart talk.

Sword Peak is a big peak, and more than two hundred new disciples were assigned to this entrance examination, accounting for almost half of the qualified ones.

But there is nothing we can do. Most practitioners have a dream of flying with a sword, that is, they dream of killing one person in ten steps and being free and elegant without leaving a trace for thousands of miles. They also long for the sword energy to span thirty thousand miles and the light of one sword to chill nineteen continents.

Incomparably domineering.

Sword cultivation is a popular profession in the cultivation world!

At the same time, the large number of people means that Sword Peak cannot take the elite route like Yaoling Peak. Everyone is taught by the peak master himself.

They also respect the principle of "raising gu".

in short

In addition to the fixed sermons once a week, the disciples of Sword Peak can only rely on themselves to practice. If they are successful, they are the inner disciples. If they are not successful, they will continue to endure and practice on their own. They are a free group!

So Luo Yuanhe, an idler, was easily invited by Su Huai.

Su Huai called it "fishing cultivates sentiment" and took Luo Yuanhe down the mountain to go fishing.

Chenyue Lake is all-encompassing. According to legend, it is a sea eye left behind after a certain sea dried up. There are a large number of precious monsters hidden inside.

Naturally, there are also third-grade monsters such as spirit-patterned fish.

Su Huai's fishing skills are excellent.

In just half an hour after arriving at the lake, he had already caught more than a dozen half-meter-long spiritual fish.

Of course, it might also be because the bait he used was a fifth-grade elixir.

That elixir is a very special small fruit with a thick outer shell. Only the aroma of the medicine comes out, but you cannot eat the pulp wrapped in the outer shell.

The spirit-patterned fish is not very intelligent and refuses to let go while biting the fruit. Then it is lifted out of the water by Su Huai, and the fish is caught. The bait is still intact. It is called the first person in the world of prostitution!

Luo Yuanhe also gained something, not much, only three, and because he didn't know the value of the spirit-patterned fish, he gave it to Su Huai without hesitation.

The float trembled again, but Su Huai ignored it this time because he was listening to the conversation of two fishing friends next to him who were packing their things and planning to go home.

Fishing friend 1: “Oh, I didn’t catch anything today.”

Fishing Friend 2: “Just be satisfied, a person drowned in this lake a week ago!”

Fisherman 1: "Oh, I know that man. He was choked to death by water while his body was swollen. I was there when he died. His murderer was really scary!"

Angler 2: "It's really scary, but no matter what, the murderer will be in trouble!"

Fishing friend 1: "Huh? What's the trouble?"

The second fishing friend: "The one who drowned was the Holy Son of Tianhan Palace, sent to catch his fiancée who had escaped from marriage!"
Chapter completed!