After standing still, Muyan saw a cute young man opposite her looking at her with a frown.

Although, this young man tried his best to pretend to be young and mature, not angry and confident.

But Muyan still saw the worry in his eyes.

"Ahem, good disciple, what's wrong with you? Even such a simple elixir refining will go wrong, tell me..."

You are my Medicine King’s apprentice, aren’t you a disgrace to me?

Han Chujiu was about to say something smoothly, but as soon as the words came out, he saw Muyan's pale face and gloomy expression.

When the words came to your lips, you immediately retracted them.

"My dear disciple, don't be sad. I don't mean to scold you. You've already done a great job!"

In such a short period of time, he learned how to refine seventh-, eighth-, and ninth-grade elixirs, and every elixir met his requirements.

This can no longer be described as well done!

Han Chujiu has always known how high his demands are and how perverted he is.

He had already done his best to be a good disciple, but he couldn't do it, so he wanted to teach him a lesson and comfort him.

A stick and a sweet date made the good disciple admire him even more.

Unexpectedly, Muyan did far better than he expected.

This made Han Chujiu feel proud but also a little unhappy.

What should I do if my apprentice is too talented and too smart to be useful as a master?

Now that his precious disciple had finally encountered setbacks and troubles, Han Chujiu naturally had to carefully comfort and resolve them.

Enjoy the addiction of being a master.

Muyan smiled and didn't hide it.

She briefly told the story about how she wanted to participate in the elixir competition, but a competitor pretended to be her.

Han Chujiu exploded when he heard this.

What kind of thing dares to pretend to be his apprentice, Han Chujiu?

Still want to steal your disciple’s inheritance?

Bah! Is that kind of trash qualified to be his apprentice, Han Chujiu?

Han Chujiu: "My dear disciple, how can you tolerate this kind of rubbish? Her conspiracy must be exposed in public so that she will never be able to turn over again!"

Muyan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Master Xiaojiu's angry cheeks swollen and red.

If not, who would have thought that this cute young boy would be the only Holy Ancestor Medicine King in the world!

The annoyance in my heart was replaced by warmth and emotion at the same time.

She shook her head gently: "I can't expose her with my real identity..."

Why doesn't Muyan want to expose Leng Qingwan's impersonation in public?

But, she can't!

Once she comes forward, the people in the Heavenly Medicine Sect will know that she is not dead.

At that time, the mad woman's pursuit may not only target herself, but may also implicate the fellow apprentices of Xiaoyao Sect.

This is something Muyan cannot bear.

The corner of her mouth raised a bold and noble arc, and she said calmly: "I don't need to prove my identity, I can still beat her to a complete defeat. What's more..."

"What we are competing for now is a competition of elixirs, so naturally we have to use elixirs to decide the outcome in a fair and square manner."

Muyan turned her gaze to Han Chujiu and smiled scornfully, "Master Ninth, you are the Holy Ancestor Medicine King, and I am your only disciple. Do you think I will lose to others in the elixir field?"

Han Chujiu immediately jumped, "How is that possible?! This Medicine King's apprentice is invincible in the world, who can compare to him."

Muyan resisted the rebellious impulse to pinch her master's face and smiled: "So master, don't worry, I will let her know soon. If you don't have enough strength to impersonate me, Jun Muyan, then you are asking for a slap in the face."
Chapter completed!