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Not long after, Shi Yue met Zhou Zhenyu.

"Shi Yue, I heard that you went to Junior Brother Yang to be an alchemy boy. Is that true?" Zhou Zhenyu said lightly.

Shi Yue glanced at Zhou Zhenyu, pondered for a moment, and said, "My nephew wants to learn alchemy. I learned that Master Yang issued a task. It happened that my nephew bought a blood ganoderma grass that was more than 300 years old, so... "

"I didn't ask you so much, just answer me, are you working as an alchemy boy at Junior Brother Yang's place now?" Zhou Zhenyu interrupted Shi Yue's words, frowned and asked, his expression was extremely solemn.

"Yes."

"Why do you want to learn alchemy? You run around all day, don't practice well, and waste your time on these trivial matters. If you lack spirit stones, tell me, will I not help you?" Zhou Zhenyu's face sank, and his expression was a little unhappy.

"My nephew doesn't want to trouble my uncle. If you want to go further in the immortal path, in addition to talent, resources are also very important. With my nephew's qualifications, if I want to successfully build a foundation, one foundation-building pill may not be enough." Shi Yue explained with a stiff face.

After hearing this, Zhou Zhenyu's face relaxed. He pondered for a moment and said, "You are right, but don't you know that the best age to build a foundation is before the age of 40? If you learn alchemy now, it will delay your practice and miss the best time to build a foundation. It will be even more difficult to build a foundation after the age of 40. As for learning alchemy, you can learn it after building a foundation."

"But my nephew is now Master Yang's alchemy boy. I only need to stay for two more months. In addition, I have spent hundreds of spirit stones to buy that three-hundred-year-old blood ganoderma. How about I stay for a while longer to gain more alchemy experience?!" Shi Yue said with some embarrassment.

Zhou Zhenyu rolled his eyes at Shi Yue and said, "I don't object to you being an alchemy apprentice in the Shendan Palace. After all, it won't take up much time. If you work as an alchemy boy for Junior Brother Yang, you won't have that much time to practice. You don't have to do this job. I will tell Junior Brother Yang that you should go back and practice well. Three months later, the sect will conduct an inner sect assessment. You must seize this opportunity and must enter the inner sect. Don't embarrass me."

His tone was very calm, but full of unquestionable flavor.

"Inner sect assessment? So soon? Don't you have to build a foundation before you can enter the inner sect?" Shi Yue raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously.

"This time the situation is special. Do you remember what happened in Fenghuo Sect last time? The reason why Zhao Xuanji targeted us is because his brother was killed by people from my Taixu Sect in Piaomiao Secret Realm, and now, it is almost time for the opening of Piaomiao Secret Realm once every two hundred years."

"Piaomiao Secret Realm?" Shi Yue was a little confused.

"Okay, don't ask more. I'll let you know when it's time. Your main task now is to practice hard. In these three months, you should strive to enter the eighth level of Qi training, and then be ready for this assessment." Zhou Zhenyu paused, and then said: "Also remember to practice the "Taixu Sword Art" well. If you can practice the "Taixu Sword Art" to the third level, it's fine. If you can't practice it to the third level, then you should continue to retreat! Until you practice to the third level, running around all day and night, not focusing on practice, what kind of talk is this? If your father knows about it, he doesn't want you to be like this." Zhou Zhenyu sighed, looking like he was disappointed. Hearing Zhou Zhenyu mention his father, Shi Yue's face was a little gloomy, and he hurriedly said yes. "Okay, there's nothing else to do, you can go back. Remember my words, don't run around if there's nothing to do, and practice honestly at home." At the end, Zhou Zhenyu looked solemn. Shi Yue's heart trembled, and he agreed. After Shi Yue left, Zhou Zhenyu took out an ancient copper coin with a corner cut off, as if recalling something.

"It's been two hundred years. I didn't expect that the time to open the Piaomiao Secret Realm would come so soon, but Junior Brother Shi, you... Alas!"

...

After leaving the Law Enforcement Hall, Shi Yue ran to the Divine Pill Hall and handed over two hundred Qi Refining Powders to Zhao Yuanhai.

Back to Cuiyun Peak, Shi Yue walked quickly into the basement, took out a yellow array plate, pinched his fingers with one hand, and the yellow light curtain that sealed the cave entrance flashed a few times and disappeared. Shi Yue raised his foot and walked down.

Not long after, he came to the end, and a spiritual spring was bubbling out of the spring water.

When Shi Yue thought of the assessment three months later, he had a headache. If he hadn't been able to practice in the Palm of Heaven Space, it would have been difficult for him to practice the "Taixu Sword Art" to the second level within three months. As for the third level, it would be even more impossible.

In this way, Shi Yue could only honestly enter the Palm of Heaven Space to practice for a while before talking about it.

In addition to practicing the "Taixu Sword Art", Shi Yue also planned to improve his cultivation to avoid being criticized by Zhou Zhenyu. He didn't want to practice in seclusion all the time. If possible, it would be perfect to plant crops, refine pills, raise flowers and beasts, and then practice immortality.

After entering the palm space, Shi Yue helped the two silkworms clean their bodies, changed a clean water tank for them, picked a lot of fresh mulberry leaves for them to eat, and then checked the flowers and plants in the spiritual field. After doing all this, Shi Yue began his seclusion.

It is difficult to advance by just breathing in and out every day. Fortunately, Shi Yue has more than 2,000 Qi Refining Powders on him, which is enough for him to eat.

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When Shi Yue entered the Palm of Heaven Space for retreat, in a quiet secret room in the Red Dragon Palace, Zhou Zhenyu and Yang Zhilong sat together, drinking tea and chatting, but Yang Zhilong's face looked a little bad.

"Brother Zhou, I, Yang, don't like to ask about the affairs of the sect, and I am not interested in intervening in the open and secret struggles of your inner six peaks. Do you think I, Yang, am easy to bully? Although Shi Yue is just a pill-making boy of mine, you can't take him away just because you want to! If that's the case, who will take me, Yang, seriously in the future?" Yang Zhilong raised his eyebrows and said with some displeasure.

"Haha, Junior Brother Yang, you are joking. Everyone knows that you are the first alchemist in this sect. Who dares not to take you seriously? Shi Yue is the only descendant of Junior Brother Shi. I hope he will focus on cultivation. Junior Brother Yang will not give Junior Brother Shi this little face!" Zhou Zhenyu laughed and said lightly.

"I can give face to the deceased Junior Brother Shi, but who can give face to me?" Yang Zhilong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Zhou Zhenyu raised his eyebrows after hearing this, took out a yellow wooden box from his sleeve, and said, "A blood ganoderma grass that is more than 400 years old, I wonder if Junior Brother Yang will give this face or not."

"Yes, of course." Yang Zhilong's eyes lit up, and he agreed, and his palm reached for the yellow wooden box.