I Have an Invincible Replicating System

"Hey, I've got a temper!"

Qin Yang rolled up his sleeves. Just a Qi Gathering Realm expert at the peak stage—what's there to be so smug about?

After hearing from Martial Heaven that the Thousand Hidden Sect was merely a backwater sect in the Northern Plains, with overall strength and cultivation levels barely worth mentioning, Qin Yang had long since considered attending that Celestial Academy.

This bird of a sect? I won't lower myself to serve it!

"What? You want to fight? What a joke! This senior brother doesn't have time to discipline you! Scram!"

Qin Yang froze. Isn't this exactly the chance I need to improve my strength? But I can't make the first move.

After spitting out these words, Meng Gaofei pulled out a porcelain bottle from his robe and shamelessly said to Lou Mengyu, "Junior Sister, this is a second-order Face-Preserving Pill I personally refined for you. It's a mid-grade success!"

His face was filled with self-satisfaction.

"A mid-grade quality pill? You dare flaunt it like that?" Qin Yang chuckled.

Meng Gaofei roared, "You outer disciple know nothing! Though this Face-Preserving Pill is only second-order, its refinement process is more complex than third-order pills! Mid-grade? Even your outer sect elders couldn't produce such quality!"

"Elder Zhou?" Qin Yang chuckled. "His pill-refining skills don't even match mine. You're comparing yourself to him?"

A peculiar glint flashed in Lou Mengyu's eyes as she regarded Qin Yang. This damned brat actually knows how to refine pills?

Meng Gaofei, who had been observing Lou Mengyu intently, felt a plan form in his mind. This was his chance to show off his pill-refining skills before the beauty!

He looked at Qin Yang with amusement. "Oh? If you're better than Elder Zhou, then can you refine pills?"

"Of course I can," Qin Yang replied.

This Face-Preserving Pill seems quite valuable. I should copy its formula first.

Meng Gaofei suggested, "You're just an Outer Sect disciple with weak cultivation. At best, you could refine a first-order Foundation Establishment Pill. Let's compete in refining those. How about it?"

Qin Yang shook his head. Meng Gaofei is only at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm, yet he dares mock my cultivation? Foundation Establishment Pills? What's the point in refining those?

"If we're competing, let's refine Face-Preserving Pills," Qin Yang declared.

Meng Gaofei's expression froze, uncertainty creeping in. He'd attempted the Face-Preserving Pill over a dozen times before finally achieving success once...

Seeing Lou Mengyu nearby, Meng Gaofei suddenly laughed as if struck by a thought.

"You really have some nerve," Meng Gaofei sneered. "If you want to show off, at least consider your own capabilities. Throwing around terms like 'Face-Preserving Pill'? That's a second-order pill. Don't even dream of it unless you've reached the Qi Gathering Realm."

"Unlucky for you, I just happen to be in the early Qi Gathering Realm," Qin Yang shrugged.

Meng Gaofei's eyes narrowed. Achieving the Qi Gathering Realm meant automatic entry into the Inner Sect, bypassing the Outer Sect Competition. He'd underestimated this brat.

Still, he doubted Qin Yang could actually concoct a Face-Preserving Pill. The boy was probably just bluffing in front of Lou Mengyu.

But Meng Gaofei himself wasn't exactly an expert. While he was certain Qin Yang couldn't succeed, what if he failed...? The embarrassment would be unbearable.

"Scared?" Qin Yang observed Meng Gaofei's silence. "What's with this Inner Sect big shot? A mid-grade second-order pill... Tsk tsk tsk. I'd never produce such trash."

"What did you say?" Meng Gaofei roared, face flushing. "Fine then! Let's compete in concocting that Face-Preserving Pill! If you're all talk, I'll make you eat your words!"

Lou Mengyu frowned and turned to Qin Yang. "You just broke through to the Qi Gathering Realm yesterday. Why court humiliation? The Face-Preserving Pill is a second-order pill. Without hundreds of trials, mastering its secrets is impossible. Even if you succeed once, not every attempt will work."

Lou Mengyu couldn't understand why Qin Yang insisted on competing with Meng Gaofei. She was certain he'd never refined a Face-Preserving Pill before, making his chances of winning against Meng Gaofei nil.

Qin Yang stared intently at Lou Mengyu. She avoided his gaze, taking a half-step back.

"You need to learn something," Qin Yang said.

"What is it?" Lou Mengyu asked.

"Learn to trust me," Qin Yang said solemnly.

Lou Mengyu turned her head away. "Ugh!" Now that she'd made up her mind, whether they found the Qin Family heir or not, she'd take this brat down with her. The thought strangely eased her mind.

Seeing Lou Mengyu no longer rejected him outright, Qin Yang felt a surge of satisfaction. This was progress!

The pair treated Meng Gaofei as if he didn't exist, leaving him seething with anger and humiliation.

So these two actually know each other! The realization further fueled Meng Gaofei's fury.

"Let's go! We're going to compete in pill refining right now! If you fail, I'll use my authority as the senior disciple to destroy your cultivation and expel you from the Thousand Hidden Sect!" Meng Gaofei snarled.

"What a display of arrogance!" Qin Yang shook his head repeatedly. It seems everyone in the Thousand Hidden Sect, from outer to inner disciples, shares the same narrow-mindedness!

"You're like a frog at the bottom of a well, thinking you own the world. Perhaps you don't understand what true genius means?" Qin Yang sneered.

The trio proceeded to the Inner Sect's Pill Dispensary, the air thick with tension.

Compared to the outer sect, the inner sect appeared much quieter. Along the way, they encountered several inner disciples who greeted Meng Gaofei with deference.

Meng Gaofei walked the entire path with his head held high, exuding an air of supreme arrogance.

Lou Mengyu couldn't understand why she had come along, but her curiosity burned fiercely. Where did Qin Yang's confidence come from?

Lou Mengyu's presence only fueled Meng Gaofei's delusions of grandeur. He spent the entire journey loudly proclaiming his intention to compete with Qin Yang in pill refining.

As the news spread, faces of shock appeared everywhere. The rumor accelerated like wildfire, drawing more and more inner disciples to witness the spectacle.

Is that him? The outer disciple Qin Yang? He actually wants to compete with the senior brother in refining second-order pills? And it's the Face-Preserving Pill?

"He's utterly delusional! Not only is Eldest Brother Meng's cultivation high, but he's also a genius at pill refining. The sect leader favors him greatly - his future prospects are limitless!"

"Just look at Junior Sister Lou. Even though rumors say she's from a big place, doesn't she still follow behind Senior Brother Meng? I'd say Junior Sister Lou and Senior Brother Meng are truly a heaven-made pair!"

Qin Yang seethed at the Inner Sect disciples' chatter. These people were like frogs at the bottom of a well! Meng Gaofei's cultivation was considered high? A genius at pill refining? What nonsense!

And Lou Mengyu was his. No one would take her away!

With this thought, Qin Yang slowed his pace to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with Lou Mengyu.

A sinister glint flashed in Meng Gaofei's eyes as he vowed silently: "Hmph, boy. After the pill refining competition, I'll make you regret this!"

At the Pill Dispensary, Elder Zhang of the Inner Sect was puzzled by the sudden commotion. After understanding the situation, he burst into hearty laughter.

"Return what you took. Do you think our medicinal materials are for your reckless waste?" Elder Zhang waved dismissively.

"Elder Zhang, I beg you to grant me this favor. Today, I must compete with Qin Yang!" Meng Gaofei clasped his hands in a bow.

After a moment's hesitation, Elder Zhang sighed. "Very well, let your foolishness run its course. But each of you gets only three sets of materials—no more. These Face-Preserving Pills are difficult to refine, and the ingredients aren't cheap..."

Meng Gaofei stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Three sets might not be enough, Elder Zhang..."

Elder Zhang glanced at Meng Gaofei, knowing the young man's capabilities. Gritting his teeth in reluctant agreement, he said, "Fine. Ten sets of Face-Preserving Pill materials per person!"

"Ten sets? One set should suffice for a competition trial. Are you planning to refine ten pills in succession?" Qin Yang found the demand absurd. He called out mockingly, "Could it be that someone needs ten sets of materials just to successfully refine a single Face-Preserving Pill?"