A World of Cultivation I Possess

Wood God Island, in a pavilion floating on the lake, three female cultivators with distinct charms sat together, sipping tea.

"I can't accept that Chen Mobai is ranked ahead of me."

Pei Qingshuang, with her heroic demeanor, frowned after reading the Foundation List and slapped the paper onto the tea table.

"I heard from a fellow student that Ding Chunzhi insisted on his opinion, so the academy didn't make any changes and printed the rankings as he decided."

A woman in a green dress, with flowing black hair and a graceful figure, played with the tea set in her hand. Fresh tea leaves floated in the cup, releasing a faint, delicate fragrance as they mingled with the hot water.

"Why isn't your name on the list? If you were first, I would accept it."

Pei Qingshuang took the cup of tea handed to her by Wenren Xue Wei and curiously asked another female cultivator.

"Because I didn't participate."

Yan Qiongzhi, with skin as fair as snow and a cold demeanor, spoke calmly.

As three female cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, closest to forming a Golden Elixir, they had a great relationship.

"Then why are you here?"

Pei Qingshuang was a bit surprised; she thought Yan Qiongzhi was here for the same reason.

"I feel I've accumulated enough and am ready to attempt forming a Golden Elixir, so I came to borrow the fifth-level water vein spiritual energy from the Sentence Mang Refining Department."

Yan Qiongzhi's words made Pei Qingshuang raise an eyebrow.

"Among the three of us, you're indeed the first to take this step. Congratulations in advance."

"I only have a forty to fifty percent chance."

Yan Qiongzhi shook her head, not accepting Pei Qingshuang's congratulations.

"At least you have the courage to take this step, unlike me, who still has to wait for the Golden Liquid Jade Return Elixir."

Although Pei Qingshuang was very confident in her combat abilities, she wanted everything to be perfect for forming a Golden Elixir. So, she had taken a position at the Immortal Gate, enduring sixty years of service.

"And you? Why are you only ranked seventh? If you used the Changchun Technique, I might not even be your match."

Wenren Xue Wei smiled slightly at Pei Qingshuang's puzzled question, gracefully picking up the teapot and pouring tea for her two best friends.

"It's just a temporary reputation; I don't care about it."