klisemfg Chapter 420 Alchemy Competition 0.5
Chapter 420 Alchemy Competition 0.5
The taste was so overpoweringly sweet that when Cheng Jiu finally came to her senses, she realized that apart from the sweetness of the yellow horse honey, she couldn't taste anything else!
Cheng Jiu: "..."
For the first time, Cheng Jiu's usually calm and confident face revealed a look of deep resentment towards the pills in front of him.
The surrounding alchemists also had different expressions, clearly all of them had been affected, and none of them had been spared.
Ah, who the hell made this thing?
Even An Qi and Ying Yue, who had suffered persecution at the hands of Li Hanze, looked terrible, clearly indicating that this had caused them great psychological trauma.
Yi Feng tasted the familiar flavor in his mouth, his face contorted, but his eyes revealed a guilty conscience.
This taste, this familiar taste, isn't it the strange-tasting pill he concocted on a whim back then?
He was young then and didn't know that his cooking skills were terrible.
He was determined to refine some sweet and delicious pills, but he only produced a batch of junk, which tasted worse than weapons.
After boldly trying one, it was fortunate that his senior brother noticed something was wrong with him, otherwise he would have been unconscious for ten days or half a month.
Of course, the junk products he had created after he woke up were also taken away.
But this is a memory from a long time ago, and a mistake he made when he was young and ignorant.
This familiar taste violently assaulted his past memories.
To make matters worse, he couldn't even discern which specific spiritual plants were used in the elixir.
When they were refining it, they probably wanted to solve the problem once and for all, so they seem to have refined all sorts of pills.
For a moment, Yi Feng felt guilty for having tricked so many people, and also felt utterly hopeless, like he had shot himself in the foot. This taste was too bitter. How did he ever think of making it so bitter?
You can never truly empathize with your younger self!
Cheng Jiu took out licorice from his ring and placed it on the tip of his tongue. This would suppress the sweetness of the pill and also enhance the sensitivity of his tongue.
A green light shone from his fingertips as Cheng Jiu carefully sensed the spiritual herbs used in the elixir.
The senior brothers and sisters around who possessed wood spirit roots were immediately impressed. It seems that this young junior sister has some ideas.
If one wants to comprehend the medicinal properties, a wood spirit root can also be used, but the sensation is extremely weak. This shallow sensation is not enough to directly identify the specific spirit plant being used, but it is still better than having no clue at all.
Based on this specific, subtle feeling, and after tasting it again, one can always guess what it is.
Cheng Jiu wrote down the names of the spiritual plants he had identified, then rinsed his mouth several times to barely suppress the strange sensation on his tongue.
She stared at the elixir she had written down, her eyes slightly narrowed. Judging from its appearance and taste, the person who refined this elixir seemed to be a complete novice.
If we disregard the surface, this pill is given to Cheng Jiu. The person who refined this pill must have very solid basic skills.
If that's the case, someone with such solid fundamentals shouldn't make mistakes they shouldn't make.
There will never be a shortage of spiritual plants.
Of course, the bigger reason was that Cheng Jiu didn't want to take a third bite; the first two bites had already caused him deep harm.
Cheng Jiu had never imagined that the Nourishing Essence Pill could be such a miraculous healing product, as the spiritual plants used in its preparation were all gentle and healing herbs.
Adding yellow wasp honey resulted in an incredibly foul odor.
The taste is even more indescribable.
One can only say that the person who refined this useless pill is quite talented.
Seeing the figure ahead actually starting to refine pills, Yi Feng was surprised. Could it be that a disciple had figured out how to refine pills before he, the master, had?
The disciples' grimacing and baring expressions naturally caught the eye of the elders above.
"Is this sixth round really that difficult?" Elder Huoyan asked, his voice filled with doubt.
He knew that the fifth round was set up by him and was extremely difficult, so he thought it would be good to reduce the difficulty of the sixth round so that these disciples could have a break. After all, the elders were not heartless.
Elder Du Qing felt a sense of unease. He rummaged through his ring and took out a very ordinary-looking bag. He slammed the bag heavily on the ground, and the disciple in charge of distributing it inexplicably felt that it looked familiar.
A whiff of burnt smoke blew in his face, and Elder Huoyan slightly covered his mouth and nose, looking at his old friend with a strange expression: "Why do you carry this with you?"
Could it be that she has some kind of weird quirk?
Elder Duqing opened the bag, glanced inside, and sure enough, it was exactly as he had expected.
"You took the wrong one!"
"What?" Elder Huo Yan didn't react for a moment. After he did, he pointed to the discarded pills in the arena: "Then what is this?"
"Some of the pills my nephew refined were defective." Elder Duqing's tone carried a rare hint of sympathy.
Elder Huoyan remained silent. He knew that they had to ensure fairness and impartiality when they hosted the alchemy competition. He remembered that Du Qing's nephew was also one of the participants.
Elder Du Qing noticed his worry and reassured him, "Don't worry, that kid probably can't even taste the specific pill himself."
Elder Huo Yan wanted to speak, but how could he possibly be at ease? How could any alchemist not be able to tell what kind of pill they had refined?
The instant he opened his mouth, Elder Duqing swiftly threw something into his mouth, and an indescribable taste spread from the tip of his tongue, the stench reaching straight to the top of his head.
Elder Huoyan promptly spat out what was in his mouth, but then fell into a state of deep meditation.
Who is he? What is he doing? What was he trying to say?
Finally, he couldn't help but complain, "Wait, who taught him alchemy anyway?"
Elder Du Qing: "..."
He meant to dispel his friend's doubts, but for some reason, he felt like he had lost face!
The effect was remarkable, and Elder Huoyan was completely free of doubts. This thing would be rejected even if it were put in a garbage dump. If Yi Feng could tell what kind of pill it was from its unusually ugly appearance and strange taste, then he would consider it his own skill.
After all, if it were truly considered cheating, the damage to the alchemist would be immense, certainly no less than that of the fifth round.
It is important to know that alchemists, especially high-level and talented alchemists, have particularly acute five senses, especially their sense of smell and taste, which can be considered their second and third senses.
He privately believed that if he could get through the fifth round, the sixth round would surely be a piece of cake, and there was no need to torture himself like this if he wanted to cheat.
Elder Duqing seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said, "Don't worry, no matter what score this kid gets in this round, he will be downgraded by one level."
Elder Du Qing made a decision, after all, it was all his fault. Now that the alchemists below had already taken action, it wouldn't be good to take it back. No one knew better than him the destructive power of those useless pills, and it would probably cause resentment among the crowd.
Of course, he also believed that even his carefully trained junior apprentice, who was a grade lower, could win a spot. Even if he couldn't, he could still get one by sacrificing his reputation.
Elder Huoyan had no objection to this. He believed that it did not mean everyone would be happy, but Elder Duqing was willing to voluntarily lower his rank, so there was no need to delve into this mistake.
They all arrive at the same destination by different paths.
Elder Huoyan looked at the disciples below with pity. The good news was that Elder Duqing's disciples' basic skills were definitely not bad. The bad news was that just judging them would require a great deal of effort.
The alchemist, tormented by these failed pills, finally gave up on detailed research and decided to simply determine the specific pill.
I don't know which despicable guy put it in the sixth round, it's pure torture!
Could this be an attempt to wipe them all out in one fell swoop?
The resentment of alchemists runs deeper than that of ghosts.
Yi Feng: "..."
Cheng Jiu: It's ringing again!
No one knows about the little incident in the sixth round. As long as you can successfully identify the pills, you can pass. So, damn it, there's no need to taste them at all.
All the alchemists who had experienced being poisoned looked at the pills in front of them with resentment.
The first six rounds of assessments have all concluded, leaving only thirty-five alchemists remaining, and these thirty-five alchemists are the cream of the crop among alchemists.
The final outcome was decided by the most common method used by alchemists in the cultivation world: a battle of pills.
Fairness is irrelevant; it's all about connections and tactics. The winner takes all, and the loser is forced to retreat!
It was also the competition that the surrounding spectators enjoyed the most.
Compared to the previous professional competitions that were only known to alchemists, this kind of straightforward clash is more likely to stir their emotions.
The competition was decided by drawing lots, and one lucky person was destined to remain out of the thirty-five participants.
Yi Feng looked at the blank sign in his hand, unsure whether to be happy or worried. He was happy because he only had one alchemy furnace left, and this was a chance to go to his senior uncle to replenish his supplies.
What worries him is that he has never had any experience in alchemy competitions and doesn't know if he is capable of it. The long wait for a round of competition is nothing more than a slow, agonizing pain for him.
Regardless of what happened, he was actually relieved to draw a blank lot.
If his alchemy furnace explodes before the competition even begins, and he hasn't even replaced the furnace yet, wouldn't he lose before the competition even starts?
Elder Duqing looked at the debt collector in front of him and felt a rare sense of helplessness, especially since the other party was not his disciple, but his younger brother's disciple. There is a saying that grandparents love their grandchildren more.
Elder Duqing was genuinely kind to him; he couldn't bring himself to be harsh or cold towards him.
Yi Feng, the "debt collector," had no idea what his senior master was thinking.
He simply stared at his senior master with his clear, expectant, glass-like eyes, like a glass-like cat showing its belly. Although he didn't say a word, it was impossible for anyone to be cruel to him.
"Alright! Alright!" Elder Duqing relented, skillfully taking out two alchemy furnaces from his ring: "These are all! Don't come looking for more. You should practice on your own. What's with being so shy in front of outsiders?"
Yi Feng happily took the alchemy furnace from his senior master's hands. He kept nodding in agreement with the familiar nagging voice in his ears, but he really found it hard to change his ways in a short time!
Cheng Jiu's opponent was a senior brother from Medicine King Valley. As soon as the competition started, his opponent put all the processed spiritual herbs into the alchemy furnace, closed the furnace, and moved with smooth and effortless movements, clearly showing that he was an expert.
Although Cheng Jiu was a step behind at the start, his movements were equally swift, with the flames heating the furnace rhythmically.
"boom!"
Cheng Jiu was slightly distracted, and the little green flame broke free from Cheng Jiu's control, growing by over a hundred feet.
Even though Cheng Jiu took over control in time, a faint smell of burning emanated from the alchemy furnace.
Cheng Jiu stared at the possible culprit and, sure enough, saw a sinister smile slowly creep onto the other person's lips.
What good is being a genius if you've been discovered?
No matter how talented or skilled a novice is, it cannot hide the fact that she is young and inexperienced.
Meng Hu remained calm and collected, withdrawing the mischievous spiritual energy and divine sense in an extremely subtle and imperceptible manner, so much so that Cheng Jiu did not notice.
He had just used his divine sense to harass Cheng Jiu, causing Cheng Jiu to lose focus for a moment, which gave him the opportunity.
Cheng Jiu's mental defenses were considered quite good among those of the same cultivation level, but unfortunately, he encountered this old fox, whose mental defenses were no match for him.
Cheng Jiu could only feel something withdrawing from her body, but she couldn't tell exactly when it happened!
But the one who did the trick was definitely the guy on the other side!
In terms of precise operation, she is definitely no match for that guy on the other side. That's a unique skill that comes with time and experience, and she can't match it!
But as a rising star, she has her own methods. Since the other party has taken the initiative to make a move, she has to respond. It would be reasonable for her to go back.
Cheng Jiu's mind slowly split into two. One part was calmly controlling the little green fire to guard against a sneak attack, while the other part was slowly guiding the little green fire into the fire vein, following it to the area below the opponent's fire vein.
The little green fire split into two, greedily devouring the fire.
Meng Hu discovered that his strange fire had suddenly weakened for some reason. He quickly increased the output of fire spiritual energy, but he was still unable to stop the strange fire from weakening.
He even discovered that a portion of the power belonging to the strange fire itself had unknowingly disappeared.
He glanced at Cheng Jiu across from him, who was calmly refining pills. This counterattack was truly vengeful; quite skillful indeed.
Meng Hu's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. The fire spirit energy he was channeling through his hands had never stopped and was even getting stronger.
He was well aware that there was a problem with the fire vein, but he was helpless. The little green fire, which had already evolved once, could still crush the strange fire in his hands even if it was only half of its original size.
This is the pressure from a higher-level strange fire on a lower-level strange fire. Fortunately, this is just a competition, and it is not uncommon for strange fires to devour each other.
In their first encounter, both sides suffered injuries.
But Cheng Jiu clearly had the upper hand and firmly pinned his opponent down.
Losing the fire vein is a bit of a challenge for alchemists, but those who have made it this far are no ordinary people, and Meng Hu continues to refine his pills at a steady pace.
A dragon's roar resounded from his alchemy furnace. Meng Hu did not delay for a moment. He poured in a huge amount of spiritual power, opened the furnace, and golden dragons flew out of the furnace, heading straight for Cheng Jiu's alchemy furnace.
Elixir transforms into spirit!
The dense lightning bolts in the sky were generated by the golden dragon's incarnation, but they did not strike down, as if waiting for the outcome to be decided below and for a unified settlement.
Cheng Jiu moved unhurriedly, while Meng Hu raised a smug smile. So what if she had the upper hand? Her pills had been damaged in the previous battle, but although he had suffered a great loss, his pills were still intact!
Even with all his skills, how could Cheng Jiu defy fate when a perfectly good pill was paired with a damaged one?
With the strongest spear against the weakest shield, Meng Hu seemed to see victory within reach.