The multi-treasure pavilion was very quiet at this time.

Now all the demonic cultivators in the city know that Duobao Pavilion only opens on the 15th and 30th of the month, so even if Duobao Pavilion is open, no demonic cultivator passing by thinks of going in.

Chen Tianwen waited quietly.

A quarter of an hour later, a figure suddenly appeared in the room.

It's as if we've always been in this place.

Mo Qing silently looked at Chen Tianwen. This seventh-level demon alchemist was too young; he looked to be only in his early twenties.

Could this be the most powerful alchemist in the Demon Realm?

Mo Qing began to doubt whether she had chosen the wrong person.

"You're that seventh-tier alchemist?"

Mo Qing spoke first.

"yes!"

Chen Tianwen did not hesitate at all and admitted it directly.

"At your age, even a sixth-rank alchemist is a once-in-a-millennium talent, let alone a seventh-rank one. I have never seen such a young alchemist!"

Chen Tianwen wasn't stupid; he naturally understood what Mo Qing meant.

It's a warning to myself not to impersonate someone else.

But how could I possibly impersonate myself?

Chen Tianwen shook his head inwardly, but his attitude toward Mo Qing had changed.

This demonic cultivator didn't come here specifically to cause trouble; we'll probably resolve this issue relatively peacefully today.

"What do you want from me?"

Chen Tianwen got straight to the point and asked the question.

"It's nothing too urgent, but seventh-level alchemists are hard to find in the Demon Realm. I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Mo Qing didn't hide anything and directly revealed his attitude.

"What kind of help?"

Chen Tianwen thought to himself, "Are you asking me for help? Isn't this just direct coercion?"

Fortunately, I'm not afraid of you at all. If it were an ordinary alchemist, I probably would have already submitted to you.

Seeing Chen Tianwen's indifferent attitude, Mo Qing overestimated Chen Tianwen.

But he only glanced at it once. As an eighth-level demonic cultivator, he wouldn't normally dare to refuse a request for pills.

"I have a pill formula called the Demon Essence Pill."

After saying this, Mo Qing smiled slightly, clearly very proud to have such a pill formula in his possession.

But when he looked at Chen Tianwen with a slightly smug expression, he found that Chen Tianwen showed no surprise at all.

This isn't right. The recipe for the Demon Essence Pill has been lost for 30,000 years. He found it himself. This alchemist might be the first demon cultivator to refine this miraculous demon pill. Yet he doesn't show the slightest excitement.

This is so contrary to the virtues of a demon alchemist who pursues the ultimate in pill formulas!

"Have you seen this pill formula before? Or have you ever practiced it?"

Mo Qing asked, displeased.

"No, it's just that I've practiced quite a few seventh-grade pill formulas, so my expression didn't change much!"

Chen Tianwen answered Mo Qing's question calmly.

"Arrogant and conceited!"

At this moment, Mo Qing had already concluded that the alchemist in front of him was an ordinary alchemist. After all, only someone with little skill would dare to be so arrogant.

However, this situation also has one advantage: it makes it easier to carry out one's subsequent actions.

"My pill formula is quite ordinary among seventh-tier pill formulas. If you can refine this Demon Essence Pill directly, I will only take one pill, and there will even be a reward of one million magic crystals."

"If you can't refine this elixir, how about you become my honored guest and help me refine elixirs for two hundred years?"

Mo Qing looked at Chen Tianwen with a mocking expression, slowly waiting for his answer.

Chen Tianwen finally understood the city lord's plan. It turned out that the city lord was a very stingy man who wanted pills but did not want to pay the price, so he used his cultivation to forcibly suppress the demon pill master.

Since you're so eager to take advantage, I'll give you an unforgettable lesson.

Chen Tianwen immediately flashed a big smile.

"I can agree, but this amount of magic crystals is too little; we need to add some other prizes!"

Mo Qing chuckled inwardly. This alchemist was utterly foolish; how could he possibly succeed under his conditions?

With only one chance and only one set of medicinal herbs, even with his amazing talent, he couldn't possibly succeed.

"Alright, I've seen you guys collecting these formation diagrams. I have quite a few left. How about we add three more?"

"Can!"

Chen Tianwen nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that he had gotten a good result this time; the city lord had given him a good thrashing.

Seeing Chen Tianwen agree so readily, Mo Qing smiled smugly to himself.

Two hundred years of free elixirs, here I come!

"This is the prescription; study it carefully. This is a magical herb; do a good job!"

After handing everything over to Chen Tianwen, Mo Qing sat comfortably in his chair, ready to enjoy the show.

Chen Tianwen took the prescription, gently wrapped it with his divine sense, and then waited patiently for the result.

The greatest truths are the simplest.

[Demonic Essence Pill, seventh-tier demonic pill. Requires 176 demonic herbs and spirit herbs; refining time is two months.]

[Simplification in progress, simplification complete.]

[In its simplified form, the Demon Essence Pill requires thirteen kinds of demonic ingredients and takes two hours to refine.]

Looking at the pill formula in his mind, Chen Tianwen chuckled softly. "City Lord, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Immediately, Chen Tianwen found the dozen or so demonic herbs among those provided by Mo Qing, and then took out his alchemy furnace in front of Mo Qing.

A ball of fire rose from Chen Tianwen's hand, and he threw all thirteen kinds of demonic herbs into the alchemy furnace.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Qing was very surprised. He had looked at the pill formula no less than ten times, and the first step was completely different from Chen Tianwen's.

"Your pill formula is wrong, mine is the right one. I'll just make some changes for you today!"

After saying this, Chen Tianwen closed his eyes.

Enraged, Mo Qing immediately began cursing behind his back.

"You changed it? You changed my prescription in less than a quarter of an hour?"

Originally, I was going to let you pass these two hundred years easily, but now it seems I won't let you off the hook unless you refine pills every day!

Mo Qing silently planned Chen Tianwen's fate in his mind before sitting down in a chair, filled with anger.

Chen Tianwen didn't care what Mo Qing was thinking; no matter what he thought, he was still using the same refining method.

Time slowly moves forward.

The fragrance of the medicine in the cauldron became increasingly strong, and Mo Qing thought to himself.

This kid's alchemy skills are actually quite good; at least for now, there are no problems. It's just that he didn't follow the alchemy formula, which doomed him to failure today.

Chen Tianwen remained quietly seated beside the alchemy cauldron, waiting for the moment when the elixir would be successfully refined.

"Why is the fragrance of this Demon Essence Pill so strong?"

Seeing that Chen Tianwen remained unmoved, even though Mo Qing had questions in his heart, he did not leave his seat. He simply watched the scene before him quietly.