What was originally empty now appeared around him: a pill-refining furnace, a weapon-forging furnace, and a pile of array flags.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "In my previous life, I was a Saint-level alchemist, a Saint-level weapon maker, and a Saint-level formation master."
The old man emphasized the words "Saint-level," and after speaking, he paused for a while, waiting for an exclamation. However, he found that the two people and the cat in front of him, or rather, only Dongfang Mian, were calmly waiting for him to continue.
The frustrated old man continued, "The first test is to examine your conscience. Only by guarding your conscience and resisting temptation can you reach the second test. The second test is to examine your talent. Only those with high enough talent can receive my inheritance."
"Ah, so it's not a rare and precious treasure after all," Dongfang Mian immediately lost interest.
The old man was speechless with anger. Who were these people? This was a Saint-level professional inheritance, yet it was inferior to those vulgar treasures.
"Alright, since we're already here, let's give it a try," Dongfang Mian said. "Senior, may I ask how the assessment is conducted?"
The old man swayed, his entire soul almost dissipating from anger. Seeing his unwilling appearance, the old man thought to himself, "If you fail in a moment, I'll definitely throw you out hard."
After calming himself down, the old man asked, "Which type of test do you want to take?"
"All of them, there are only three kinds anyway," Dongfang Mian said casually.
Old man: "..."
"Begin. Refine as you see fit, and I will make my own judgment," the old man said, then stepped aside to avoid being driven to his death by her anger.
Dongfang Mian first walked to the alchemy furnace, threw all the materials in, and then set it on fire to let it refine itself. Next, she walked to the cauldron, threw in the materials, and lit the fire. Finally, she casually threw in a formation flag to set up a small spirit-gathering formation, accelerating the speed of alchemy and weapon crafting.
Ah...this...
The old man was initially so angry at Dongfang Mian's casual actions that his beard stood on end, but he was dumbfounded when he saw her casually toss a formation into shape. Even he, a Saint-level formation master, couldn't casually create a formation. What kind of strength did she possess?
"What level of formation master are you?" the old man asked hurriedly.
"Array Master? I don't know, I've never taken the exam," Dongfang Mian said honestly.
"Then how can you form formations so easily?" the old man asked, puzzled.
“Oh, you mean this? It’s very simple,” Dongfang Mian said, looking at the old man with shining eyes, and then added, “But you definitely won’t be able to learn it.”
“I am an Emperor, a Saint-level Array Master. How could I not learn it?” the old man said defiantly.
"This technique of mine can only be practiced by women," Dongfang Mian said with a smile.
The old man was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but want to question the heavens: we are all human, why is there such a bias towards women and against men?
Seeing the old man muttering to himself in frustration, Dongfang Mian kindly reminded him, "Aren't you going to check my pills and magical artifacts? If you keep refining them, they'll burn."
The old man rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "You think you're cooking? You've burned it!"
The old man exclaimed in surprise as he casually lifted the stove lid.
"What's wrong? Is it too hot to handle?" Dongfang Mian asked with concern.
The old man looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, then took out the magical artifact from the cauldron to examine it, finally appearing completely distraught.
"A top-grade King-level pill with exquisite patterns, a top-grade King-level spiritual weapon—how did you manage that?" The old man was completely devastated.
I clearly only saw her casually throw the materials in and light a fire, and that was it?
In the past, I would need to burn incense and bathe before I dared to make any pills of King rank or higher.
"Is it difficult? Just like before?" Dongfang Mian asked with a suspicious look. Isn't she a Saint-level alchemist and weapon maker? How come she seems to know nothing?
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