, Grade A!

Senior Brother Liu's gaze swept across the hall, and he saw that many people relaxed their shoulders and their breathing became lighter.

He said calmly, "The real competition has only just begun. Next, we will refine the intermediate spiritual materials."

Only those assessed as Grade A or Grade B are qualified to comprehend the Hundred Refinements Manual, and the number of times they can comprehend it before the Inheritance Stele differs depending on their assessment grade.

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

"I don't need to elaborate on what the number of times one meditates before the Dharma Inheritance Stele signifies."

Hong Bao sat in the back row, his gaze fixed on Lu Yun's back, his mind racing.

Without the blessing of the Daoist essence of the Inheritance Stele, and without the supply of elixirs from aristocratic families, how can you still walk at the forefront with just a few pounds of living rice?

He has been observing carefully these days.

Lu Yun mostly just chewed on spirit rice; the favor shown by that Foundation Establishment cultivator did not seem to translate into a substantial outpouring of resources.

We can recruit them under the name of the Truth-Seeking Society, and we'll be able to get them easily.

Feng Jian clenched his fists tightly.

Having been beaten to the start by Lu Yun, he was determined not to fall behind even a step in the refinement stage.

By tomorrow morning, or at the latest by dawn the day after tomorrow, he is confident that he can produce the first piece of medium-grade spiritual material.

These past few days, he outwardly only ate spiritual food, but in reality, he secretly took more Mind-Awakening Pills after returning to his cave, all for this moment.

Lu Yun had no time to care about what others were thinking.

He gazed at the spot where the Chengfa Stele had disappeared, a sense of melancholy rising in his heart.

With the Daoist essence dissipated, there's nothing left to cherish in this grand hall.

He stood up and walked straight to Senior Brother Liu.

"Senior brother, I have already refined my intermediate-level spiritual material."

The sound wasn't loud, but it made Feng Jian, who had just taken a step, freeze in place.

Several disciples who had already reached the entrance of the hall suddenly froze, their bodies half-turned and half-unturned, as if they had been frozen in place.

"May I ask when the assessment will be held? This disciple wishes to enter the Immortal Hall as soon as possible."

Senior Brother Liu was stunned for a moment.

Based on past experience, while it is safe to achieve Grade A in one and a half days, it often takes another day of practice to be confident of producing a mid-grade spiritual material.

The person in front of me is actually going to pass right here and now?

After his initial surprise, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"You saw everything?"

Senior Brother Liu turned around and cleared his throat towards the disciples who had not yet dispersed from the hall.

"This is the principle of 'Heaven rewards diligence.' Having said that, what excuse do you have for not being diligent?"

He decided not to go to the Spiritual Materials Hall, but instead to add another fire in the center of the hall, in front of everyone.

"Right here."

Lu Yun didn't say much, but took out a ten-pound purple gold ingot and held it in his palm.

The hall fell silent.

Feng Jian sat down again, and the young masters from the aristocratic families in the front row followed suit, their eyes all fixed on the purple-gold ingot.

Should I really wash it right there and show them?

Lu Yun turned a deaf ear, the true Dharma was in operation, and the turbid air was rising.

In less than an hour, the purple gold ingot in his palm shone with a warm luster from the inside out, and the grayish-white turbidity dissipated.

Senior Brother Liu took it, glanced at it only once, and said three times in a row, "Good, good, good."

"Once you achieve Grade A, you will also gain the qualification to comprehend the Hundred Refinements Manual."

"Come, I'll take you to Chengfa Pavilion."

He was already on his way to return the Chengfa Stele, so this was a good opportunity to do so.

Lu Yun clasped his hands in thanks.

After spending a few days with them, he found that the disciples of the Immortal Academy were not as unapproachable as he had imagined.

He turned to look at Qin Yue and Shen He.

"I'll be waiting for you at the Immortal Hall."

Their entry into the Immortal Hall is a foregone conclusion; the only question is whether they can secure a second-class ranking.

Shen He nodded vigorously: "Brother Yun, go ahead, I'll catch up soon."

Lu Yun nodded, glancing around before speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

"You all know my spiritual root and rank very well. The reason I have come this far is nothing more than 'diligence'."

"Heaven rewards diligence. Take care, everyone. We'll meet again at the Immortal Hall."

After receiving a dose of motivational talk and maintaining his persona, he finally followed Senior Brother Liu out of the hall.

Behind him, the disciples in the hall, with dark circles under their eyes, silently watched that figure disappear into the sunlight.

Feng Jian sat there, his eyes somewhat vacant.

He was still figuring out how to exert his strength when his opponent had already leaped out.

Without saying a word, Wang Yue got up and left with a livid face.

These days, he's been talking less and less.

A gentle breeze carrying a faint spiritual aura wafted in from outside the hall.

Senior Brother Liu walked beside Lu Yun and suddenly said, "You've come this far thanks to your own diligence, but don't forget Senior Sister Yingyue."

Lu Yun was slightly taken aback.

"Without your senior sister's favor, you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably in the front row. It would be virtually impossible for you to break through the barrier so smoothly."

Senior Brother Liu stopped there, hoping that Lu Yun would be grateful and stick close to his senior sister.

Lu Yun nodded silently. Hug? How?

The relationship between him and Yingyue was not as simple as others thought.

Seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought, Senior Brother Liu said no more.

With a flick of his wrist, a green-edged sword floated out from his palm.

"Buzz—"

The magic sword grew larger as it faced the wind, transforming into a length of over ten feet, its blade exuding a chilling, sharp aura.

Lu Yun couldn't take his eyes off it.

This is a cultivator's magical flying sword, which can also be used for flight; it is at least a mid-grade magical artifact.

One item costs several hundred spirit stones.

Senior Brother Liu leaped onto the sword and looked back at him: "Come on up."

Lu Yun didn't dare to be careless and stepped on it carefully.

The moment his feet touched the ground, his face paled.

light.

It's too light.

Unlike the steady and solid Fazhou, it felt like stepping on a piece of driftwood, swaying precariously, with the feeling that one moment you and your sword would fall off.

This thing looks dangerous, but once you step on it, you realize it's even more unsafe than it looks.

Senior Brother Liu noticed his legs trembling slightly behind him and chuckled, "Junior Brother, is this your first time riding a flying sword?"

Just as Lu Yun was about to nod, the green blade beneath his feet suddenly trembled and then transformed into a streak of green light, bursting out of the air.

A strong wind rushed towards me, but fortunately, a thin layer of light rose on the outside of the sword, blocking all the cutting wind pressure.

"How was it? Enjoyable, wasn't it!"

"That's great!" Lu Yun said casually, his face pale.

The joy belonged to Senior Brother Liu; he only felt fear.

"Hahaha."

Senior Brother Liu let out a long roar and pointed at Lu Yun to steady himself.

He gradually came to a stop, and only then did he have the strength to look down, and his perspective was completely different from that of the Dharma Boat.

The courtyards, streets, and pavilions of the fairy hall shrink to tiny dots and lines in the field of vision.

The figures of the gray-robed spirit servants were as small as ants.

His gaze swept over the layout of Dongxian Hall.

More than twenty circular halls are scattered throughout, each covering an area of ​​about 100 acres. Their layout is similar to that of the Examination Hall, but on a larger scale.

Interspersed among the pavilions and towers, the figures of gray-robed spirit servants came and went in an endless stream.

Further away is the Fairy Palace.

The buildings stand side by side, and cultivators throng the streets and alleys. Red banners flutter in the wind, and magical artifacts shimmer with light, creating a scene of otherworldly prosperity.

"Senior Brother Liu, is it true that one can fly in the air at the mid-stage of Qi Refining?" Lu Yun asked.

"good."

Senior Brother Liu nodded, then shook his head.

"Flying consumes too much energy. It's not cost-effective to replenish energy while flying. We should rely more on flying artifacts."

Even at the late stage of Qi Refining, I only use my sword within the Immortal Market. Outside the market, the spiritual energy is thin, and flying boats are the proper way to travel.

Lu Yun suddenly realized.

No wonder Uncle Shen, who is clearly at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, is rarely seen taking to the air.

In a place like Purple Heart City, where spiritual energy is scarce, flying there once would probably burn a lot of resources.

He suddenly thought of another aspect.

"Isn't the same principle true for a contest of magic?"

Senior Brother Liu smiled, his tone tinged with emotion.

"That's right. When cultivators fight, it's not just about cultivation level, but also about their family background."

If you don't gain anything from a fight, you'll suffer a net loss.

Therefore, unless it's to rob cultivators from blocking the road or to seize opportunities, very few people outside would easily take action.

If it really comes to a point where fighting is unavoidable, talismans and magical artifacts will be used first, conserving true energy. Of course—”

He changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"To truly determine the victor, we must rely on battle tactics. Battle tactics are the ultimate application of true qi; with a single strike, one can leverage the power of heaven and earth."