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Not everyone had the opportunity to participate in the conference. Veteran elixir chambers and Chambers of Commerce like the pillheart Pavilion and the prosperous Chamber of Commerce were allocated spots. Some of the aristocratic families and sect abodes that specialized in alchemy were also allocated spots. As for spirit alchemists who were unaffiliated cultivators, they had to obtain a joint recommendation from the pill house, pill workshop, or aristocratic family to participate in the conference. The threshold was extremely high.

But then again, if he really had that kind of strength, these pill houses, pill houses, and aristocratic families would definitely not be stingy with their paper and ink. It was too cost-effective to build a relationship with a spirit Alchemist with a promising future at such a small price.

Just as Ling Chuxi was about to enter, she met zhihan who was walking towards her.

"You\'re here too. " Zhi Han glanced at Ling Chuxi and did not feel the slightest bit of surprise. She said coldly, her face still full of arrogance.

"Yes." Ling Chuxi smiled and nodded. She never held grudges. Anyway, she was not the one who suffered every time. Even if there was a grudge, she had already taken it back. What was the point of holding a grudge?

Ling Chuxi\'s face was filled with a harmless smile. Her smile was very kind. If people who did not know the details saw this, they would think that the two of them were good friends. Of course, looking at Zhi Han\'s cold face, they knew that this was definitely not the case.

"This time, I will not lose to you." She did not know why, but when Zhi Han saw Ling Chuxi\'s smile, she was so angry that she provoked her.

"Well, congratulations." Ling Chuxi said.

"..." Zhi Han was stunned. These words did not sound like something that would come out of Ling Chuxi\'s mouth. Besides, the competition had not even started yet. What was she congratulating her for?

"Your spirit seems to be much better. Your injuries are almost completely healed, right? there\'s only a little mark left." Ling Chuxi pointed at zhihan\'s face and continued to smile innocently.

Zhi Han subconsciously covered her face, and her face was pale with anger. Previously, Deacon Mei had done something to the spiritual herbs and accidentally injured her. After the furnace exploded, her face was scalded by the juice of the spiritual herbs. Until now, it had not fully recovered. Nothing could be seen on the surface, but if one looked carefully, one could still see some scars.

The more beautiful a person was, the more they cared about their appearance. This matter had become a lifetime of pain for Zhi Han, a nightmare that she could not forget.

Ling Chuxi had brought up this matter in front of everyone and even said it to her was even more vicious than slapping her in the face.

Looking at Ling Chuxi\'s bright smile, Zhi Han really wanted to rush up and tear her face apart. She wanted to let her have a taste of this physical and mental blow.

For the truth cultivation grass, I\'ll endure it! Even if Zhi Han wanted to vomit blood, she could only endure it.

"By the way, you must still refine pills at the alchemy conference. Be careful. Don\'t blow up the furnace again. Otherwise, you won\'t be able to cure it." Seeing zhihan\'s body trembling with anger, but she had no choice but to suppress her anger and look pitiful, Ling Chuxi felt a burst of joy in her heart. Then, she sighed in her heart. \'Oh my, this little girl\'s ninja skills are really not bad. She has been provoked to such an extent and has not exploded.\'

"Hmph," he snorted. Zhi Han was really afraid that she would not be able to control her impulse and kill herself in Ling Chuxi\'s face, taking her down with her. So she snorted heavily and quickly turned around to leave.

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