Yan Qingxuan's Test

Creak~

As the door opened, a delicate and beautiful face came into view.

"So you’ve already reached the peak of Qi Refinement."

Upon seeing Wang Yuyao, Wang Jianqiang immediately recalled her status panel in his mind. Naturally, her cultivation level couldn’t escape his notice.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Junior Sister."

"It’s all thanks to the elixirs you gave me, Senior Brother." She smiled sweetly and took out a jade slip. "Senior Brother, I found this in the market outside the sect. It seems to be an alchemy recipe, but there’s a restriction on the slip—only alchemists can read it."

"Oh?"

Wang Jianqiang’s interest was piqued. He withdrew his hand and took the jade slip, extending his spiritual sense into it.

The next moment, his spiritual sense encountered an obstruction.

"There really is a restriction."

Narrowing his eyes, he poured his full spiritual power into the slip.

Crack~

A sound like shattering glass echoed in the air.

The restriction broke.

A stream of information immediately appeared in Wang Jianqiang’s mind.

Wang Yuyao was right—the jade slip indeed contained an alchemy recipe.

But its name made him pause in surprise.

"Mortal Dust Pill?"

What a peculiar name.

Raising an eyebrow, Wang Jianqiang carefully studied the information in his mind.

"How is it?"

After waiting for a while and seeing that Wang Jianqiang remained silent, Wang Yuyao couldn’t help but ask.

Hearing her voice, Wang Jianqiang snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head.

The jade slip only contained the recipe, with no mention of the pill’s effects.

But seeing the eager anticipation on Wang Yuyao’s face, he couldn’t help but smile. "It’s a good recipe. I like it."

"I’m glad you like it."

Wang Yuyao let out a long sigh of relief, her face lighting up with joy.

For an alchemist, the allure of a new recipe was undeniable.

Though Wang Jianqiang wasn’t primarily focused on alchemy, his curiosity about this mysterious recipe was still strong.

However, to truly understand the effects of the Mortal Dust Pill, he would have to refine it and test it himself.

With that thought, he turned to Wang Yuyao. "Wait for me a moment."

After speaking, he quickly made his way to the alchemy room.

The ingredients for the Mortal Dust Pill were common, and he happened to have them on hand.

Instead of starting the refinement immediately, he focused his mind on the jade slip.

The next moment, the system’s voice rang out.

"Ding. Detected a low-quality alchemy recipe. Upgrading and optimizing the recipe requires 30 cultivation points. Proceed?"

"Yes."

"Ding. The Mortal Dust Pill recipe has been successfully upgraded to the Perfect Mortal Dust Pill recipe."

As the system’s voice faded, the recipe in his mind had been optimized.

Wang Jianqiang immediately began refining.

An hour later.

A single Mortal Dust Pill was completed.

Wang Jianqiang stepped out of the alchemy room and saw Wang Yuyao obediently waiting outside.

Smiling, he casually tossed the pill onto a nearby table and walked toward her.

...

Half an hour later.

"The Outer Sect Grand Competition is only two and a half months away. Have you thought about participating?"

Having regained some strength, Wang Jianqiang turned his head to look at Wang Yuyao, who stood neatly dressed beside him.

At his words, her expression dimmed. "Only the top fifty in the competition receive rewards. Although I’ve reached the peak of Qi Refinement, my mastery of spells is still lacking. I probably can’t even defeat some of the more solidly trained ninth-level Qi Refinement disciples."

"Participating would only make me a laughingstock. It’s better not to go."

Wang Jianqiang shook his head. "What if I told you I could guarantee you a spot in the top fifty—maybe even the top ten?"

Wang Yuyao froze, then grew excited. "Really?"

"Wang never makes promises he can’t keep. If I say it, I can do it." Wang Jianqiang stared at her. "Just tell me—do you want to participate or not?"

"The Outer Sect Grand Competition is a major event for the entire sect. Those who make it into the top fifty receive Foundation Establishment Pills and may even catch the attention of inner sect elders. If I can make it into the top fifty, of course I’d want to!"

At the mention of the Foundation Establishment Pill, Wang Yuyao’s cheeks flushed with excitement.

Foundation Establishment Pills were incredibly precious. Countless outer sect disciples who had reached the peak of Qi Refinement longed for them but never obtained one.

Now, she had just reached the peak of Qi Refinement and already had a chance to get one.

How could she not be thrilled?

"Then it’s settled."

Wang Jianqiang nodded. "Go register first. Leave the rest to me."

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I’ll never forget your kindness."

Wang Yuyao nodded emphatically, her face filled with gratitude.

For her in the past, reaching Foundation Establishment had been a lifelong dream and goal.

But now, her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.

In just a few months, she had achieved what would have taken decades.

And now, she even had a chance to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill and break through to the Foundation Establishment stage!

All of this was thanks to Wang Jianqiang.

"Ding. Favorability increased."

A mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

Wang Yuyao’s favorability toward him had been rising rapidly.

It had already reached 90 points before.

Now, as Wang Jianqiang diverted a sliver of his consciousness to the screen in his mind that represented Wang Yuyao, he saw that the number under the "Favorability" column had risen to 96.

"It’s almost maxed out."

Wang Jianqiang felt a surge of excitement.

He had long suspected that once favorability reached its maximum, the system might unlock new functions.

But Chen Jiaojiao, that ungrateful wretch, refused to be tamed.

No matter what he did, her favorability remained stuck at 80 points, refusing to rise further.

In contrast, Wang Yuyao had surpassed her in just over three months, soaring to 96 points.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Wang Jianqiang looked at Wang Yuyao with an even kinder expression. "No need for thanks, Junior Sister. Go register now."

After Wang Yuyao left, he lay back down for a while.

Having regained a bit more strength, he was about to get up when—

A soft, seductive voice, dripping with allure, suddenly sounded.

"My, my, Nephew Wang, you’re quite the old dog with young tastes, aren’t you?"

Before the words even faded, a figure in a red dress materialized by the bed, smiling playfully at Wang Jianqiang.

The sudden appearance startled Wang Jianqiang. Instinctively, he tried to spring up like a carp leaping out of water.

But he had forgotten he wasn’t fully recovered yet.

Halfway up, he collapsed back onto the bed.

Failing to rise, he reacted swiftly, rolling off the bed to put distance between himself and the newcomer.

Only after creating some space did he finally get a good look at the woman.

What he saw nearly made his eyes pop out.

She was breathtaking.

This woman was on par with Dong Yue in beauty.

Her looks were no less stunning than Su Yutong, one of the three great beauties of the outer sect, and her figure and aura were even more captivating.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. For an old man, you’ve got quite the youthful spirit."

Yan Qingxuan smirked coquettishly, deliberately tugging at the hem of her dress.

Wang Jianqiang’s eyes widened involuntarily.

Then, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, followed by a cold snort.

"Such audacity. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?"

Wang Jianqiang snapped back to reality—only to realize the woman in red had somehow appeared right in front of him.

Her icy face was now mere inches from his.