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Chapter 46: Have You Chosen?

[Here are ten Basic Great Recovery Pills. Nine of them contain Fire Poison. You have one incense stick’s time to identify the one pure pill. If you succeed, I’ll consider this matter settled.]

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes swept over the pills.

Low-quality pills often had visible black spots when contaminated with Fire Poison.

At a glance, none of these pills showed any abnormalities.

He quickly realized—

The senior behind Li Qingran was setting a trap for him.

These pills had been deliberately camouflaged, impossible to distinguish with the naked eye alone.

But was he just an ordinary alchemist?

With his Innate Yimu Spiritual Root, he had a natural affinity for alchemy.

His sense of smell alone allowed him to discern the ingredients of simple pills.

But even stronger was his taste—

He could detect pill toxins that even high-stage cultivators wouldn’t notice.

No one here was better suited for this test than him.

"Senior, if I successfully identify the poisoned pills, what then?"

Instead of accepting immediately, he looked toward the void behind Li Qingran.

Today, he would avenge Yun Zimo, Zhang Hanxiao, and Mu Baishuang.

He would redeem Chixiao Peak’s reputation!

[If you succeed, I will let this matter rest.]

Xiao Yifeng frowned slightly.

What was this senior’s relationship with Li Qingran, that he would forgive and forget on her behalf?

But he kept his questions to himself.

He bowed respectfully but with a hint of defiance.

"Senior, if I prove my skill, I ask that you personally heal my fellow disciples and plead with Sect Master Wu to revoke Yun Zimo’s punishment."

Wu Duantian’s expression darkened.

This brat had some nerve—trying to negotiate terms with a mysterious powerhouse?

Meanwhile, Daoist Qingxuan stroked his beard in satisfaction.

He didn’t believe Xiao Yifeng had poisoned Li Qingran.

And now, his disciple was proving himself to be bold and capable.

This—this was the kind of disciple he had trained!

Chen Huai’an stared at the screen, calculating the odds.

Chance of Xiao Yifeng correctly identifying the untainted pill: 0%.

A system evaluation.

He let out a silent laugh.

"Is this guy an idiot?"

Well—if he wanted to dig his own grave, why stop him?

Pressing his Communication Talisman, he smirked:

"Sure, no problem. In fact, I’ll give you three tries. But if you fail all three, you eat all ten pills."

Back in the Qingyun Sect plaza, everyone waited anxiously for the mysterious voice’s response.

Xiao Yifeng kept up his fearless act, but inside, he was panicking.

Had he overstepped?

Would this senior hold a grudge?

After all, his words had been quite disrespectful.

[Agreed.]

The voice rang out, calm but imposing.

[You have three attempts. If you fail them all, you must consume every last pill.]

Xiao Yifeng exhaled deeply in relief.

A confident smile returned to his face.

"Senior is generous. I stand by my word!"

He stepped forward, standing before the ten brocade boxes.

At first, he sniffed each pill, his confidence unwavering.

But as he repeated the process, his expression stiffened.

His casual attitude was replaced by grim determination.

The pills were… identical.

Their heat, structure, ingredient ratios, herb ages—

Everything was perfectly uniform.

That wasn’t normal.

What level of alchemy could produce such flawless replication?

Xiao Yifeng’s forehead began to sweat.

"Daoist Qingxuan, can Xiao Yifeng handle this?"

Wu Duantian wasn’t an alchemist, but seeing Xiao Yifeng sniff and prod the pills so seriously, he felt hopeful.

Daoist Qingxuan scoffed, barely opening his eyes.

"Of course. My disciple has Innate Yimu Spiritual Root. This challenge is meaningless."

Wu Duantian nodded, remembering how Xiao Yifeng had originally applied to his peak—

Only to be snatched away by Daoist Qingxuan.

He had been so angry, he lost two nights of sleep over it.

Nearby, Lu Changtian let out a sigh of relief.

Cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage had virtually no poison resistance.

If Xiao Yifeng misidentified all nine pills, consuming them could cripple him permanently.

"That old monster sure is ruthless," Lu Changtian sneered, glaring at the void behind Li Qingran.

"If Li Qingran stays with someone this cruel, even if she succeeds, she’ll be no better than a demonic cultivator."

Behind him, Mu Baishuang rolled her eyes.

"Clearly, you’ve never met a real demonic cultivator."

True demonic cultivators didn’t play games.

They would have poisoned all ten pills, no hesitation.

Time ticked away.

Xiao Yifeng had exhausted his sense of smell.

Now, he was licking each pill, scraping powder, and cutting tiny slivers to inspect them.

But the more he analyzed—

The paler he became.

The more lost he looked.

[Time’s up. Have you chosen?]

A cold voice jolted him.

Xiao Yifeng flinched.

He gulped, throat bobbing—

Then, his gaze landed on one pill.

His eyes hardened with resolve.

"This one!"

He pointed confidently at his choice.

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