Jiang Sheng saw a piece of paper scattered in the corner, bent down to pick it up, and saw the recipe for Yangyuan Pill written on it. He just took a look at it before it was taken away.

Yuan Qiu took the pill formula, folded it carefully, and placed it directly in her arms. She looked at him warily: "Who are you? Who asked you to come to the alchemy room?"

"Here is the recipe for the elixir. If it's lost, will you be held responsible?"

He shouted, "Get out!"

Everyone was furious when they heard these rude words. These people obviously came from the Medicine Hall, so why were they so contemptuous of others? They just knew how to make pills.

Someone was not convinced and retorted: "Why are you so arrogant? You used to be from our Medicine Hall. If it weren't for us collecting herbs, where would you go to make pills..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked out.

Yuan Qiu sneered: "Inferior people are inferior people. What qualifications do you have to compete with me? I can already refine the Yangyuan Pill and the Hemostatic Pill. The success rate is 30%. Do you think you are worthy of it?"

"Whether he can come to the alchemy room after three to five years from the Medicine Hall is still unknown. How dare you yell at me? You are such a fool."

"Alright, everyone, get out of here and go to the mountain to collect herbs as soon as possible. If you delay us from refining the elixir, don't blame me for not letting you off."

Jiang Sheng had no idea what 30% meant. Could it be that the success rate of the pill was very high? He would give it a try next time. Now he had to go down the mountain to buy an alchemy furnace.

Looking at the person who fell to the ground, his eyes flickered and he reached out his hand to pull the person up. Wen Cheng was stunned when he saw the hand.

Seeing this, Yuan Qiu behind him looked even colder. "Who are you? If you dare to pull him up, you will be going against me, Yuan Qiu. You will have to wait for me in the future."

"snort!"

Wen Cheng quickly withdrew his hand upon hearing this. He didn't want to implicate others. He hadn't expected Yuan Qiu to be so arrogant and domineering now. Thinking back to the past...

The next moment, someone grabbed his hand and pulled it up with a little force. When he met that ordinary face, his narrow eyes were a little stunned. This face really didn't match his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Sheng looked at the stunned man, let go of his hand, and said softly, "Let's go out."

"Yeah, okay."

Yuan Qiu's voice came from behind: "Stop, since you've come in, shouldn't you clean up the place? Why are you in such a hurry to leave? It's just a piece of cake."

Wen Cheng frowned, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily: "Yuan Qiu, don't go too far. We were in the Medicine Hall together. How did you become like this now?"

Oh, how did he become like this? He has to make pills day after day and be careful not to be killed by the explosion of the furnace. Isn't it tiring to have to keep his mind tense all the time?

He wanted to vent, so what was the problem? They were just some low-class people picking herbs.

"Come and clean it up, then go to the mountain to collect herbs."

The tone of command made everyone feel uncomfortable. They pursed their lips and looked at him dissatisfiedly: "Impossible, cleaning here is Younu's job, why should we do it?"

Yuan Qiu refused to give in, his tone very firm: "I order you to clean up now and go to the mountain to collect herbs immediately, otherwise I will tell the elders that you are disrespecting us alchemists."

"Heh, have you ever thought about the consequences of offending us? Don't run into danger while collecting herbs in the future, or you'll need our medicine again."

The middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the hall heard this and his face immediately fell. He said in a cold voice: "Really? How could I not know that a small alchemist has so much power?"

"You're just a first-grade alchemist, how can you be qualified to order me around? Enough, someone will come to clean up here, all of you go back and stop watching the fun."

"What does this have to do with you? Why are you all joining in the fun? Go!"

Everyone rushed out. Yuan Qiu in the hall looked at their backs with a gloomy face, his eyes full of resentment.

It's like this again, this damn Master Wen Li...

After everyone returned to the Medicine Hall, Master Wen glanced at them and curled his lips: "What's wrong? You can't stand being scolded. You've given up on yourself, right?"

"Oh, you're so fragile. It's just a small matter. Yuan Qiu can't do anything to you. If you really want to cause trouble for you, just come to me directly."

Someone whispered, "Master, Yuan Qiu just kicked Wen Cheng and made him vomit blood. She also insulted the people in our medicine hall, saying they were inferior and only fit to collect herbs for them."

"Master, I don't agree. Why do they waste herbs so recklessly? They blew up the furnace so many times. We dug up those herbs one by one. This is really too much."

Wen Li frowned when he heard this and looked at Wen Cheng who was silent beside him.

"You got kicked, didn't you?"

"...I'm sorry, I embarrassed the Master."

"You've embarrassed me. You're such a loser. Why don't you fight back when someone hits you? If you can't win, why don't you complain?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this: "Ah, but, can the people from the Medicine Hall attack the people from the Alchemy Hall? If they are reported, will it cause trouble for the Master?"

Wen Li rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "As long as you are right, if the people from the Dan Palace attack you first, then you can fight back. If you can't beat one person, you can't beat a group of people."

"I'll handle the troublesome things. You just need to be tough and fight back. That's it. Remember?"

He turned his head to look at the person who was lost in thought and called out, "What's your name? If you want to take the test, don't forget to come on the 16th of this month."

"If you miss it, you have to wait another month."

Jiang Sheng regained his composure and whispered, "Yes, thank you, Master. My name is... Youkong, and I'm ranked eighteenth among the elders."

Wen Li raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "You are the guy who broke the talent stone. I didn't expect that you look so ordinary. I heard that Lao Fu wanted to take you as his personal disciple. Why didn't you agree?"

Everyone looked over at once, some curious, some inquiring, some incredulous: "...?"

"Well, is it possible for me to learn them all? Although a person's energy is limited, I have a photographic memory and I want to challenge myself. If I fail in the end, I'll see."

"Yeah, that's right. Come over when you're free. I'll be here the whole time. If you don't understand something, just ask me."

"Okay, thank you, Master."

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and two hundred disciples gathered in the examination hall. The first level was to identify one hundred kinds of medicinal herbs and write down one hundred of their respective effects.

The second level has five hundred types, and so on.

There are thousands of recipes in the third level, and the last level is to prepare the medicine. You need to mix the appropriate medicinal materials according to the prescription. You need to memorize hundreds of recipes and match them skillfully.

The last level tests reaction ability and reaction speed when the furnace explodes. It is the key to whether a person can escape. No matter how good you are in the beginning, you may fail in the end.

It is destined that you will not be able to enter the alchemy room because the furnace explosion is inevitable and you will die if you cannot avoid it.

Jiang Sheng passed each level effortlessly, and the last level was even easier. He just teleported out and there was no way he would be blown up by the furnace.