Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

"Oh, I forgot. I was surprised when I saw that the sect leader's alchemy furnace was missing. I said it wrong, I said it wrong." Master Quan said in embarrassment.

"Forget it. I want to expand this alchemy room and make it as big as possible, but I don't want to affect the layout of the entire courtyard. Is that okay?" Said Ling Chuxi as she waved her hand.

"No problem, it's just a small matter." Master Quan calculated for a moment and said to Ling Chuxi with full confidence.

"Also, it has to be done as soon as possible. I'm in a hurry." Ling Chuxi reminded.

"Don't worry, sect master. It'll be completed in half a month at most." After master Quan finished speaking, he asked another question,"Oh right, master said to make it as big as possible. How big do you need?"

"At the very least, it has to be easy to put that big pot in, and there has to be a wide space to put the alchemy materials." Ling Chuxi said casually.

Master Quan was stunned and looked at Ling Chuxi with a strange gaze.

"Oh, I'm talking about that alchemy furnace, do you understand?" Ling Chuxi's face immediately turned red. Just now, she had been correcting the other person by saying that it was an alchemy furnace. Now, she had made the same mistake. Was that thing really that much like a pot?

Forget it, forget it. It didn't matter if it was a pot or an alchemy furnace. It was fine as long as it could refine pills.

"Understood, understood. I'll go and prepare now." Master Quan held back his laughter and ran out of the room.

Lu chengfeng happened to come back and saw master Quan's face turning purple. He was a little puzzled and was about to ask when he suddenly realized that something was missing in the courtyard.

"Eh, sect leader, your mouth is so big ..." Lu chengfeng exclaimed in surprise. Before he could even say the word 'pot', Ling Chuxi quickly interrupted him.

"Elder Lu, let's go. We'll go to the sea of flowers and help you raise your strength to sky origin stage." Ling Chuxi was afraid that if he were to say 'big pot' again, she would really be hit hard. She quickly interrupted him and directly told him about advancing to heavenly Yuan.

"Ah, increasing heavenly Yuan?" Sure enough, once he heard that he had advanced to heavenly Yuan, Lu chengfeng was so shocked that he was dumbfounded. He directly forgot about the big pot.

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A moment later, a faint, clear whistle came from the depths of the sea of flowers behind the mountain of the Golden elixir sect.

"It seems like someone else has advanced." A young disciple who was currently cultivating looked in the direction of the sound and calmly said.

"En, cultivate well, it'll be our turn in the future." The other young disciple didn't even raise his head as he indifferently said.

In the past, as long as someone advanced in rank, the entire sect would gather around to congratulate them. But now, they were already used to it and couldn't even be bothered to look at them. If he had the time to congratulate them, he might as well spend it on his own cultivation. In the future, they would also have such a day.

"I've advanced to heavenly Yuan, I've really advanced to heavenly Yuan!" Lu chengfeng, who was in the sea of flowers, was so excited that his whole body trembled. He did not know what to say. His eyes rolled back continuously, and he showed signs of breathless at any moment.

"Elder Lu, don't be too excited. Let's take a break first. It's not just you. Su Yizhi and the other elders have also advanced to divine Prime." Ling Chuxi quickly transferred some of her innate Yuan Qi to him to help him stabilize his breathing.

She didn't want to do bad things with good intentions. If this old man got too excited and had a cerebral hemorrhage, he would definitely become the first person in the sect's history who had just advanced to the sky origin stage. He wouldn't even know what the sky origin stage felt like before he died. That would be too tragic.

However, it seemed that ever since this old man came to the Golden elixir sect, he had been very pitiful (tragic), almost becoming a cutlery (tragic).