The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss-Chapter 2318 - 2318 Convention (1)

2318 Convention (1)

“No!”

As Tang Nazhi’s mournful screams echoed in the mountain forest, Shen Yanxiao vented all her indignation.

It was a memorable battle. It was not until dark that Tang Nazhi dragged his exhausted body and mind back to the inn with Shen Yanxiao on his back.

There were no scars on Tang Nazhi’s body, except for a bright red mark that ran directly across his handsome face.

“You’re too much. You didn’t hit my body, but just slapped my face. How much hatred do you have for me?” Tang Nazhi cried bitterly about his miserable fate.

No matter how low the lethality of her silver whip was, it would still hurt when slapped on the face, okay?!

Tang Nazhi’s night was destined to be a mixture of sadness and joy. He was happy that he had obtained a powerful sacred tool, and sad that he had been temporarily disfigured by an unscrupulous thief!

For the next few days, Shen Yanxiao dragged Tang Nazhi out of the capital city in the name of “comparing notes with sacred tools”, but in fact, she beat him unilaterally.

Tang Nazhi could not figure out how he had offended this young lady that she would abuse him a thousand times without getting tired of it.

It was not until the Alchemist Convention was held that Tang Nazhi was freed from the sea of suffering.

Mengmeng Qi invited Shen Yanxiao and Xiu to watch the Alchemist Convention together. Naturally, Xiu would not appear. Shen Yanxiao, on the other hand, took Tang Nazhi, the Dragon God, Bian, Little Phoenix and Mini Dragon with her and released Vermillion Bird and Taotie along the way.

As soon as the mighty crowd appeared, Mengmeng Qi was shocked.

When she saw Mengmeng Qi again, Shen Yanxiao almost didn’t recognize him. The originally tender little boy now had an old appearance, with a white beard, white hair, and a face full of wrinkles. He was a completely different person from the one Shen Yanxiao had seen before.

“Well, in order not to cause panic to my people due to my unwell condition, I disguised myself.” Mengmeng Qi explained as he touched his face in the disguise mask.

Shen Yanxiao did not ask much. The Alchemist Convention was held in the central square of the capital city. Mengmeng Qi had arranged the spectator seats early in the morning, and a group of people soon arrived.

The Alchemist Convention was a grand meeting between dwarven alchemists. It was more about letting excellent alchemists communicate and learn from each other. In addition, there were also corresponding competitions for fun.

The rules of the competition were very simple. It was divided into two parts. The first part was about displaying the alchemy products that they had already made, and the second part about building alchemy products on the spot according to the criteria set by the judge.

The winner would receive a large prize and was likely to become the king’s royal alchemist.

The few existing royal alchemists were basically the winners of past Alchemist Conventions. Mengmeng Qi had intended for them to make sacred tools for him, but because of the importance of this matter, he decided to see if any of the other alchemists were better. If not, it would not be too late for him to let the other royal alchemists take action.

To put it simply, the Alchemist Convention was to give alchemists a chance to showcase themselves and learn. Almost every alchemist who came to attend had been preparing for this convention for a long time. After all, this was the day they had been waiting for.