Chapter 160: Long Aoyu

The next day, at dusk.

Mo Wuming left his residence, preparing to head to the North City District to find some excitement.

Suddenly, he saw a figure with unsteady footsteps walking from the end of the street.

Relying on his powerful eyesight, he saw at a glance that the person coming was none other than Wang Jianqiang.

It was just that at this moment, Wang Jianqiang's face was somewhat pale, his eye sockets were dark, his hair was disheveled, and he looked weak, in a worse state than he had been yesterday.

After Wang Jianqiang walked closer, Mo Wuming approached with a face full of worry, "Daoist Friend Wang, you—this—are you alright?"

"So it is Daoist Friend Mo."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianqiang waved his hand, "It is nothing, merely seven demonesses; Wang can still handle them."

"Daoist Friend Mo, rest assured."

"I have already taught them a harsh lesson, and they already know they were wrong."

While speaking, he let out a long yawn, "Wang still needs to go back to perform Alchemy, so I will not chat with you further, Daoist Friend."

After finishing, he rubbed his waist and walked into his residence.

Mo Wuming:...

Three days later.

Wang Jianqiang was performing Alchemy on the third floor of his residence when he suddenly sensed the Array outside being triggered.

His Spirit Sense skillfully merged into the Array, and he immediately saw the figure waiting outside the main gate.

The first thing that entered his field of vision was a pair of familiar, super long legs.

After that, Wang Jianqiang did not continue looking and directly opened the Space Channel; he already knew who had come to the door.

Not long after, a figure entered the Pavilion and appeared before Wang Jianqiang.

"Half a year unseen, Fairy Tu is as elegant as ever."

Wang Jianqiang looked at those super long legs again and smiled at Tu Youyou.

Over these past six years, Tu Youyou would come to stay with him for about a month every half year or so, then leave with the Pill.

Under Wang Jianqiang's vigorous sponsorship, her cultivation had successfully broken through to the Golden Core Late Stage.

While speaking, Wang Jianqiang walked in front of Tu Youyou, his palm skillfully resting on her long legs, "Fairy's Pill should be almost exhausted again, right? Does Fairy want Wang to help refine another batch?"

Tu Youyou did not push Wang Jianqiang away, nor did she dodge.

Many years of familiarity had already made her accustomed to the other party's audacity.

"It is indeed used up." Tu Youyou smiled, "Coming here this time is precisely to ask for some more from you, Daoist Friend."

"I trouble you, Daoist Friend."

"Fairy is too polite."

Wang Jianqiang shook his head, then changed the subject, pointing to a chair nearby, "How does Fairy feel about this chair?"

Tu Youyou was stunned, somewhat confused, but still spoke, "Made of Spirit Sandalwood, the Spirit Qi is dense, the fragrance is pleasant, only..."

"The design is a bit strange."

"However, it should be quite comfortable to sit on."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianqiang laughed, "Daoist Friend Tu has a good eye; this chair was personally crafted by Wang, and it is indeed made of Spirit Sandalwood."

"However..."

"Its function is not just for sitting."

Tu Youyou was stunned, "If a chair is not used for sitting, what else can it be used for?"

Wang Jianqiang chuckled, "Fairy will know once you try."

One day later.

Wang Jianqiang looked at the dismantled chair on the ground and shook his head in distress.

"Although the texture of Spirit Sandalwood is good, its toughness is too poor; I cannot use this stuff to craft chairs in the future."

Tu Youyou, on the side, was full of helplessness.

She could not help but complain in her heart.

The toughness of Spirit Sandalwood is not enough?

With the way you use it, let alone Spirit Sandalwood, even a chair forged from Gold Essence would be worn to shreds.

After losing the Spirit Sandalwood chair.

Wang Jianqiang felt he had lost a lot of fun.

But life still had to go on.

Therefore...

He took out all the hundred or so spare chairs from his Space Ring.

One month later.

After nearly half of the hundred or so Spirit Sandalwood chairs were worn out, Tu Youyou left, satisfied, with the Pill Wang Jianqiang had refined.

Before she left, Wang Jianqiang also learned a piece of news from her.

About a month and a half ago, the previously unannounced promotion method for ordinary examinees was announced.

Before the deadline for the Second Round Assessment arrives, those who are ranked on the Battle Stele can successfully advance to the Third Round Assessment.

At the same time, Cultivators who advance as the first place on the Battle Stele can also receive a generous reward!

Besides this, there was another piece of major news.

That was that the city gates of Shenfeng City had opened once again.

Not only Shenfeng City, but all of the Nine Great Cities within the Red Flame War Zone have been reopened.

Cultivators of each city may freely enter and exit the cities to enter the wilderness.

They can also enter other cities to compete for the resources of those cities, or even for the leaderboard rankings.

This means that cultivators who cannot make it onto the Battle Stele in Shenfeng City can absolutely go to other cities to attempt to challenge the Battle Stele rankings.

The overall strength of the examinees in each city is uneven.

Those who cannot make it onto the stele in Shenfeng City might have a chance in other cities.

The same logic applies to the cultivators of other cities.

There is one more point.

With the announcement of the reward rules for the first-place promotion on the Battle Stele, there will inevitably be those unwilling to be mediocre who, having failed to reach the top of the Battle Stele in their previous city, will turn to head to other cities to attempt to reach the top.

In short.

The reopening of the city gates will certainly trigger massive turmoil.

For some people, it is equivalent to having one more path and one more opportunity.

But at the same time, it will also make the competition within the Nine Great Cities become even more brutal.

This is true for ordinary examinees, and Specialized Cultivators will be affected just the same.

After all, Specialized Cultivators also have leaderboards.

The higher the leaderboard ranking, the more benefits there will be.

Take Wang Jianqiang for example.

His current residence is not just simply large in area and rich in Spirit Qi.

The fourth floor of the Pavilion where he resides contains the most complete collection of Pill Formulas and Medicinal Herbs in all of Shenfeng City.

Even for the second-place Yang Wanxin, the Pill Formulas and Medicinal Herbs contained in her residence are far less abundant, let alone those of other Alchemy cultivators.

Among the other eight cities, if there are ambitious cultivators who cannot reach the top in their own city, they will certainly not give up on this benefit exclusive to the Pill Tower's first place.

It is not impossible that they might try to go to the Pill Tower of another city to challenge for first place.

However, regarding this matter, Wang Jianqiang is not the least bit worried.

He is now a Fourth-Rank Alchemist.

He is confident that Alchemists in the entire Red Flame War Zone who can compare to him are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Even if there truly is someone with Alchemy cultivation above his, his current Cultivation Points, after six years of accumulation, are extremely abundant.

At worst, he can just continue to improve.

In the time that followed.

Wang Jianqiang completely cast the matter of the Nine Great Cities reopening to the back of his mind.

He continued to live a life of Alchemy, taking on tasks, and helping Wanxin solve difficult problems, a three-point-one-line routine.

Half a month later.

In the wilderness where the end could not be seen at a glance.

A group of ten people appeared outside Shenfeng City.

The person in the lead looked at the three bold, flourishing characters above the city gate, and an expression of arrogance appeared on his face.

"Shenfeng City, is it?"

"I, Long Aoyu, am the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect and the future Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect; how could I ever settle for being beneath others?"

"In Shenhuo City, that Ye Lingyun was too freakish; I could not compete with him."

"I do not believe that there could be such a freakish person in this Shenfeng City."

"This first-place spot on the Shenfeng City Battle Stele, I, Long Aoyu, am determined to have it!"