I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

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Little Lingxu Peak, the main building, inside a room.

Han Yi sat upright with a somewhat tense expression.

Sitting in front of him was a youth in his early forties.

The youth’s face was slightly fatigued, and his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot veins. He was clearly not in good shape.

Han Yi took a deep breath without trying to be tactful, instead speaking to the point:

“Brother Zhou, I’ve come here for the quota.”

The young man sitting in front of him was surnamed Zhou, named Zhou Xiong, and he was the closed-door disciple of Little Lingxu Peak’s master, Fan Mo.

Zhou Xiong’s face relaxed when he heard this.

“Let me be clear, there are not many quotas, and the price has gone up quite high. You need to be prepared.”

“Also, I can only guarantee that having a quota means you have a chance, but it is not 100% successful to avoid it.”

“You need to know this.”

“Of course, don’t worry. If you can’t avoid it and you’re really chosen, half the price will be refunded.”

“You think about it.”

Zhou Xiong’s words were also straightforward.

Han Yi came here for the ‘quota’ mentioned by both of them.

The so-called ‘quota’ refers to the number of spots in Little Lingxu Peak where you won’t be chosen to go and suppress the Heavenly Demons.

This piece of news was leaked to him by a regular customer who came to purchase pills from him.

After Han Yi investigated from multiple sources, he also confirmed the existence of the ‘quota’.

In short.

Han Yi was here to ‘bribe’.

“Brother Zhou, please quote your price. I will do my best to meet it.” Han Yi’s expression was that of someone ready to be butchered.

At this moment, he was indeed ready for it.

Being selected to go and suppress the Heavenly Demons, there was a high probability of death, not to mention the slim chances of survival.

If he could avoid it, he would pay any price.

This was also the reason he was here.

“Thirty medium-grade Spirit Stones, or equivalent in pills or low-grade Spirit Stones.”

“No haggling.”

Hearing this, Han Yi’s face changed.

The price was just too high, outrageously so.

Among the mid-stage Qi cultivating disciples on Little Lingxu Peak, those who could afford this price did not exceed the number of ten fingers. And that was only possible for those with strong pill refining skills and a decade of savings who were at the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation.

“Thirty medium-grade Spirit Stones are equivalent to three thousand low-grade Spirit Stones. My reserves of Spirit Stones are not sufficient, but if I add in the pills, it should be enough.”

“However, by doing so, all my savings from these three years would be gone.”

“I really can’t bear to part with them.”

Han Yi’s inner heart briefly struggled before making up his mind to pay up.

If he lost his Spirit Stones and pills, he could always earn them back. If he lost his life, everything would be over.

Half an hour later.

Han Yi walked out of the main building, gazing into the Cloud Sea, somewhat at a loss for a moment before regaining determination.

This time’s Heavenly Demon incident had made him more determined to hold on.

A great Heavenly Demon that escaped from the Demon’s Den was able to take advantage of Little Valley Sword Peak’s master, Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator Gu Wuheng’s cultivation time, to invade his body, and then slaughter the entire Little Valley Sword Peak, wielding terrifying power, striking at Little Lingxu Peak, breaking the Array, forcing Little Lingxu Peak’s master Fan Mo to retreat, and causing great casualties to Little Lingxu Peak.

It was terrifying.

And that was just a single great Heavenly Demon.

If he really went to the Demon’s Den, there would be numerous Heavenly Demons like that, not to mention even stronger Heavenly Demon Kings, Heavenly Demon Lords, and even Heavenly Demon Gods.

Just one look from them could easily kill him.

Dangerous.

Way too dangerous.

Therefore, Han Yi decided to do his best to hold on, even if it meant creating conditions to do so.

After leaving the main building, Han Yi returned to his courtyard, activated the defenses, and began cultivating the Spirit Void Finger technique.

He had already done everything he could to the best of his ability.

If he was still picked, it would simply be fate, and there was nothing he could do about it.

As for running away, that was a dead end, and he wasn’t foolish enough to do that.

Half a month later.

The recruitment results were released.

Han Yi was not on the list.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief because of this.

As for Zheng Hai, he was also not on the list, just as Han Yi had guessed. This time, 80% of the three thousand cultivators in the middle stage of Qi cultivation were at the fifth level, and a small portion were at the fourth and sixth levels.

“Great, we were not chosen.”

“It’s worth a toast.”

In the Little Lingxu Building, this time it was Han Yi’s treat. He ordered two barrels of Spirit Fruit Wine, which was moderately sweet and pleasantly aromatic.

Han Yi didn’t reply but silently drank a big cup before lifting his head and sighing.

“I wonder how many people will be able to return from this expedition?”

Zheng Hai was indifferent: “That’s hard to say, we can only leave it to fate.” “By the way, I heard that in the Demon Cave, a Sword Immortal from Daqian fought a Heavenly Demon God, breaking the space above the Demon Cave, revealing a beautiful scene from outside the world. It’s truly terrifying.”

“If I can become a Spirit Transformation stage Sword Immortal in the future, that would be amazing.”

Zheng Hai showed some longing, his eyes shining.

“Don’t daydream, just try to stay alive first.” Han Yi replied and began drinking.

Suddenly.

A few tables away, several disciples wearing gray robes of outer sect members were also drinking.

“1 heard that our Peak Master joined the recruitment team and will go together to hunt Heavenly Demons, is it true?”

“How could it be fake? The list is already out.”

“Humph, if he hadn’t escaped so easily last time, and resisted a bit more, our Little Lingxu Peak wouldn’t have suffered such heavy losses.”

“All, don’t say that. Escaping in the face of life and death is instinct, there is no blame.”

“By the way, you guys don’t know about the Peak Master’s situation, right? 1 heard that he was scolded by the sect’s higher-ups and has to atone for his sins this time. Did you really think he volunteered for this? Bullshit.”

“Then will our Little Lingxu Peak have a new Peak Master?”

“I think a new Peak Master will be selected soon.”

A few tables away, Han Yi lowered his raised ears.

However, more speculations surfaced in his heart.

The previous news about selecting quotas, although it was done by Fan Mo’s disciple Zhou Xiong and others, the final decision was actually still in Fan Mo’s hands.

Thinking about it now.

Fan Mo was trying to make a final profit for himself, or his descendants, or his family.

Han Yi’s hand holding the wine cup paused slightly.

He suddenly thought of the senior brother who had “leaked” the “quota” information to him.

Thinking back to that time, the “leaking of information” seemed a bit deliberate.

It seems.

Back then, he was already on Fan Mo’s list.

The so-called leaking of information was just about choosing someone wealthy enough from his pocket.

After all, Fan Mo knew about Han Yi’s pill refining skills. Although he didn’t know how rich Han Yi was, he must have saved a lot, and it was worth a try to extort some money.

“Damn, what a cunning man.” Han Yi cursed softly.

“What’s wrong?” Zheng Hai asked.

“Nothing.” Han Yi didn’t elaborate.

He could only keep this matter to himself.

As for whether this matter was against the rules or not, nobody would investigate it if neither officials nor people raise it. What’s the big deal if it is against the rules?

Moreover.

From a certain angle, Han Yi could also be considered one of the beneficiaries, so naturally he wouldn’t do anything unnecessary.

In summary.

He had successfully spent money to avoid disaster.

They finished drinking and went their separate ways.

Half a month later.

Under the leadership of the Supreme Elder of the Xuandan Sect, three Golden Core cultivators, twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators, four hundred late-stage Qi Cultivators, and three thousand middle-stage Qi Cultivators were transported by large sect magic treasures like the Flying Sky God Ship, heading directly to the north of Qianzhou, east of Yujing Mountain Sacred Land, and west of Tai Xu Sect.

This trip.

Would last for three years..