"Don't worry! The tribulation lightning won't be a problem for them."

Jingli and Yaohuang even started drinking together.

"Congratulations."

"Congratulations to you both." The two exchanged a glance, both understanding what the other meant.

"I really envy your luck." There's no way around it; apart from Xiu Qiyu's cheap master, there's no one else on the entire continent with a better life than Jing Li.

He randomly saved someone, who turned out to be exceptionally talented and a promising alchemist. Now, at a young age, she has already become an eighth-grade alchemist. This refers to Su Su, the senior disciple of the Pill King Hall, although she did not formally become a disciple of Jing Li.

Even while being chased, he managed to encounter a rare, innate spiritual being like Zishu, one in a million, and immediately took him under his wing, not afraid of wasting such a promising talent.

Going out to join in the fun and relax might lead to an encounter with a once-in-a-millennium divine master's bloodline. This time, they brought the person back and labeled them as belonging to the Pill King Palace.

If one were to encounter even one such genius in their lifetime, it would be a blessing from their ancestors. Unexpectedly, Jing Li has met three, and they are all devoted to him. There's no way to win him over.

"There's nothing I can do; you can't get this kind of good fortune even if you're jealous," Jing Li said with a smug smile. After competing with the Medicine King for so many years, he could finally hold his head high and felt incredibly refreshed.

"The final result hasn't been announced yet."

"We already know the answer to this," Jing Li said with a faint smile, slowly sipping her spiritual wine.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the tribulation clouds in the sky had gathered together, appearing as a pitch-black mass, with faint purple and silver lightning constantly churning within, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Ye Xiruo and Si Hao both stood up and quietly looked at the tribulation clouds in the sky, their inner shock indescribable.

The combined power of the two tribulation clouds was three times greater than when they were separate, but judging from Zishu and Yingxun's calm and collected demeanor, there shouldn't be any problems.

"They're here."

Sure enough, as soon as Si Hao finished speaking, a bolt of silvery-white lightning struck down, its target the pills inside the alchemy furnace.

Zishu simply struck with his palm, and the terrifying lightning shattered instantly. Yingxun also effortlessly cleaved the lightning with a single sword strike.

Next, the two acted like old friends who had worked together for many years, exchanging blows with palms and swords, extinguishing as many tribulation lightning bolts as possible. Judging from their relaxed and carefree appearance, it didn't seem like they were undergoing a pill tribulation at all, but rather like they were having a competition.

Everyone in the square was stunned by this scene. They had never imagined that the Tribulation of Pills could be overcome in this way. The strength of these two people was completely unfathomable.

"So the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator on the continent is in the Pill King Palace." The Medicine Emperor sighed softly, once again envying Jing Li's good fortune.

"This is all due to his own cultivation, and has nothing to do with me, his master."

"Who is the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage?"

"You mean Xiu Qiyu? Zishu was so shocked when he came back that he went into seclusion to form his Nascent Soul."

This was a lot of information, and Jing Li didn't lower his voice, so most people in the square heard his conversation with the Medicine King.

"What? A Nascent Soul Venerable?" Many people were speechless, stunned by the fact that a seventeen-year-old Nascent Soul Venerable was at the top of their minds.

How exactly did he cultivate? And Xiu Qiyu is not even sixteen years old yet, but he has already gone into seclusion to form his Nascent Soul.

There really isn't a single normal person in the Pill King's Palace. Right now, it seems like only Si Hao is relatively normal, but who knows what trump card Si Hao might still have up his sleeve?

Yingxun was still patiently waiting for the calamity in the sky to fall and shatter, but Zishu couldn't wait any longer. With a light touch of his toes, his white robe appeared in mid-air, blooming into a large white kite.

With her black hair flying and her white robes fluttering, this moment of splendor was imprinted in Yingxun's heart, and in the hearts of many others.

Beneath the sky filled with lightning, Zishu's white figure appeared extremely small. The lightning in the sky seemed to be angered by Zishu's arrogance, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as an arm rolled out and struck down fiercely towards Zishu.

This world-destroying blow caused many to exclaim in alarm, for if it had struck Zishu, he would surely have been annihilated, body and soul.

Unexpectedly, Zishu casually shattered the terrifying tribulation lightning with a single palm strike.

Ye Xiruo's mouth dropped open; the fierce senior brother was simply beyond words.

Si Hao, on the other hand, was much calmer: "I guess Senior Brother must be hungry, which is why he can't wait to end the competition."

We have to tell the truth about Si Hao.

Previously, he and Yingxun worked hard to refine pills, but the onlookers treated them like ornaments, eating and drinking. When the aroma of high-grade spirit wine kept wafting out, he almost gave up.

The dark clouds continued to churn, displaying four colors: yellow, red, blue, and purple. It seemed that both of their finished products were of very high quality.

Zishu's face immediately turned cold. He changed his palm into a fist and threw a punch directly at the sky full of lightning.

Many people remember this scene vividly even years later.

That frail figure, facing the terrifying tribulation lightning, directly shattered the lightning with his seemingly unpretentious fist.

The tribulation clouds churned, seemingly trying to recombine, but Zishu punched again, scattering the remaining clouds. The tribulation clouds seemed to sense that the tide had turned, and could only reluctantly disappear.

The sunlight shone down again, and many people were still recovering from the shocking scene they had just witnessed.

There are many ways to overcome the Pill Tribulation, and most alchemists choose to have the martial artists they follow resist it. The danger of this is self-evident; one wrong move can result in death, or even the destruction of the pill and the loss of the person.

Secondly, one can use magical artifacts capable of absorbing or resisting the alchemical tribulation to physically withstand it. Alchemists usually spend a lot of money to collect such artifacts. In short, as long as you are willing to invest in artifacts, the success rate is quite good.

While it's not uncommon for alchemists to withstand the Pill Tribulation like Zishu and Yingxun did, it's extremely rare. It's important to understand that alchemists are generally quite frail and possess low martial prowess; for them to directly withstand the Pill Tribulation is tantamount to suicide.

I have never seen such a fierce alchemist as Zishu. He directly shattered the pill tribulation with two punches, sending it back to where it came from.

This performance was enough to make all the martial artists feel ashamed. That was a pill tribulation, something deadly, and it was just shattered by a "delicate" alchemist, who was completely unharmed.

Yingxun's face was also somewhat pale, and she forced out two words: "Thank you."

"It was just a small favor."

Zishu smoothed his sleeves, returned to the alchemy platform, and quickly chanted a few incantations, a clear and melodious sound echoing from the alchemy furnace. A smile appeared on Zishu's face; it was finally over.

Finally, Zishu cast a pill-collecting spell and opened the pill cauldron. Inside, a snow-white pill radiating a chilling aura lay obediently.