The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

The morning sun had already risen, shining brightly on the Wind Bell Square.

At this moment, all the invited guests had arrived, and Feng Lie stood up from his seat.

With his sword in hand, he stood high above the Wind Bell Square.

“Everyone has gathered here, so I won’t repeat what I’ve already said. There are many alchemy platforms set up, and any alchemist who has confidence in themselves can come up and participate!”

“The rules were clearly stated by my family a few days ago. Now, let me briefly repeat them: today’s Alchemist Conference will be divided into three rounds.”

“Anyone who enters the third round, that is, the top ten, will at least receive a four-grade elixir recipe provided by my family!”

“And the top three will receive a mysterious reward from my family, which is even more valuable than the four-grade elixir recipe!”

As Feng Lie spoke, the Wind Bell Square fell silent.

Many alchemists looked excited, their faces flushed with anticipation.

For them, the first two rounds were just a formality, as they would be providing their own materials to refine elixirs. Today, they would just be showcasing their skills in front of everyone.

If they were lucky and made it into the top ten, they would get a four-grade elixir recipe for free, which would be a huge gain.

As Feng Lie spoke, his attention was actually focused on Feng Qingya and Sikong Tingyun below.

Since the Spirit Sound Valley disciples arrived, he had been on guard against them causing trouble.

But what made him breathe a sigh of relief was that, after he finished speaking, Sikong Tingyun’s expression remained calm and composed, showing no signs of aggression, as if they were just there to observe.

In any case, as long as the Feng family could successfully host this Alchemist Conference, they would be more confident in facing Spirit Sound Valley in the future.

“Alright, those who want to participate can come up now. The alchemy platforms are all the same, so you can choose whichever one you like.”

Unlike the long-winded speeches of other hosts, Feng Lie’s words were concise and to the point.

The cultivators also preferred this direct approach.

With that, Feng Lie descended from the high platform.

The alchemists from various factions began to make their way to the platforms.

“Heh heh, although I don’t know what happened last night, those two people Feng Qingya was hoping for didn’t show up. So, this matter is already settled.”

“I hope this can make up for my mistakes last night.”

After Feng Lie returned to his seat, Feng Mingyan’s gaze remained fixed on Feng Qingya.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Niece Qingya, I want to personally apologize to you for what happened last night.”

“However, if you’re willing, Spirit Sound Valley can become your backing in certain aspects.”

The alchemists from various factions had begun to take their places on the platforms.

Su Jingzhen and Xuening still hadn’t appeared.

Sikong Tingyun let out a sigh, knowing that even if they weren’t dead, they probably wouldn’t be able to make it.

This had undoubtedly crushed all of Feng Qingya’s hopes.

As for Sikong Tingyun, although they didn’t have any evidence, they would still seek revenge for last night’s grudge.

Feng Qingya’s side was a great opportunity for them.

Feng Qingya politely smiled back at Sikong Tingyun, but didn’t respond.

At this moment, she still held onto her last shred of hope.

After all, she had planned for so long and invested so much hope, and it was hard to accept failure at the final step.

Mu Lao, who was sitting beside her, saw Feng Qingya’s calm expression and let out another sigh.

He had watched Feng Qingya grow up and knew her too well.

He knew that behind her calm exterior, Feng Qingya’s heart was probably on the verge of collapse.

After all, she had always seen this Alchemist Conference as an opportunity to take control of her own destiny.

At this time, not far from their seats, Bai Susu was looking at Tuoba Junlin.

“Although I also feel sorry for her, I can’t help her anymore.”

“Don’t you want to go and take a look? Maybe when she is in a fragile and helpless state, some things will become easier.”

When Bai Susu said this to Tuoba Junlin, her tone was tinged with disdain.

It was clear that although the two were old acquaintances, she didn’t seem to care much for Tuoba Junlin.

Tuoba Junlin smiled, and he naturally detected the hostility towards him in Bai Susu’s words.

He didn’t mind, though: “Some things can only be understood after experiencing them. I believe she’ll make the right choice in the end.”

As Bai Susu and Tuoba Junlin conversed…

The attention of the crowd, whether they were from the eating melon crowd or the participating alchemists from various factions in Yunmeng City, was intentionally or unintentionally focused on Feng Qingya.

Some felt pity for her, some mocked her, and some were indifferent.

At this time, the alchemists from various factions had all taken their places on the platforms, choosing their preferred alchemy positions.

The variously shaped and leveled elixir furnaces had also been taken out by them.

Over 300 alchemy platforms were available, but not all of them were occupied.

However, there were 265 participating alchemist teams!

The reason they were referred to as teams was that many participating alchemists had brought assistants with them.

Some had even brought three or four assistants.

This was a common practice in the alchemy world and was allowed by the rules.

However, among the participants, nearly 100 were independent alchemists who didn’t belong to any faction.

These people’s alchemy skills were mostly not high, and many were only at the first-grade level.

The Alchemist Conference was an opportunity for them, and their goal wasn’t to enter the top ten or even the top three.

If they were lucky and performed well, they might even be noticed by the major factions and invited to become a guest elder or something.

Then, it would be easier for them to obtain alchemy materials in the future.

Alchemy was a costly profession, and many independent alchemists struggled to even get their hands on practice materials, let alone improve their alchemy skills.

Many people on the platforms had already started to ignite their elixir furnaces.

The colorful flames rising from the furnaces were quite a sight.

Seeing this, Feng Lie nodded to a white-haired old man beside him, who then flew up into the air.

The aura emanating from his body revealed that he was a Nascent Soul old monster.

At this time, he looked at the over 200 alchemists on the platforms with a serious expression.

“I, Feng Li, will now declare the start of the first round of the Alchemist Conference!”

“Remember, the time limit for the first round is two hours!”

“You can freely showcase your skills within the two-hour time frame, and the top 50 alchemists who produce the best pills will advance to the next round!”

“I must remind you, this Alchemist Conference will be supervised by many Nascent Soul cultivators present on the scene!”

“If anyone has any ill intentions, it’s best to give up now!”

As Feng Li spoke, the expressions of the over 200 alchemists on the platforms turned serious.

Feng Li nodded silently.

“Very well, I now declare the start of the first round of the Alchemist Conference, officially…”

“Wait a minute!”

Just as Feng Lie was about to finish speaking, a sudden voice came from outside the scene.

Immediately, a flying sword carrying two black-clothed figures flew crookedly towards the scene!