The president of the Alchemist Guild glanced at Baichuan, only to see him hurriedly putting on his gloves, rubbing his hands and staring at the alchemy furnace with anticipation.
The president nodded. The Tianyuan Sect took the competition seriously. If they encountered special circumstances and couldn't come in time, the alchemists would choose to wear specially made magic gloves.
Speed up and take out the refined pills in advance.
Now everyone has finished refining the elixir, and only Baichuan is left, so he is naturally anxious.
Unexpectedly, Baichuan put on gloves and carefully took out the sweet potatoes and potatoes from under the furnace.
He even took the trouble to clean the ash from the sweet potatoes and potatoes, without even glancing at the pills in the furnace.
"......" The president was silent for a while, then he coughed awkwardly, "Ahem, contestants from Tianyuan Sect, the competition time is almost up.
Don't you want to check your pills? If you lose the competition for a few sweet potatoes, it would be a loss."
His words were already very tactful. If Tianyuan Sect did not have the financial resources now and was likely to hide its strength, he would probably have scolded them mercilessly.
Roasting sweet potatoes during an alchemy competition, only a brainless madman would do such a thing.
Baichuan slowly cleaned the sweet potatoes and potatoes, and glanced at the timer incense stick.
He responded indifferently to the Alchemist Guild President, "It's still a while, right? I'll be done with cleaning the sweet potatoes."
"......." The president shook his head, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Baichuan revealed a sentence - it's impossible to support a piece of rotten wood!
Shang Ziqian stood beside him with full confidence. Judging from the current battle situation, his high-level six-star meditation pill was still firmly in first place.
As long as Baichuan doesn't refine a pill of a higher level than his, he will have perfectly fulfilled his master's wish.
He looked at Baichuan deeply. Judging from Baichuan's condition, it was impossible for Baichuan to surpass him.
There is a rule in the alchemy competition: for pills of the same level, the one with the higher difficulty in refining the pill wins.
If the difficulty is inconsistent, then it must be three stars higher than the other party.
His meditation pill is a high-level difficulty pill, so even if Baichuan refines a high-level seven-star medium-difficulty pill, he will not be able to defeat him.
There are only two ways for Baichuan to defeat him: either he can refine a high-level nine-star pill, or he can refine a pill that is more difficult than the Meditation Pill.
High-level nine-star pills are close to the king level. In order to successfully refine such pills, one's strength must be promoted to the king level.
But Baichuan still uses firewood to make pills, how could he be a king-level alchemist?
It is even more impossible to refine a more difficult pill. The more difficult the pill is, the more mental energy it consumes, and even if you concentrate hard, you may fail.
What's more, Baichuan didn't pay any attention to the alchemy furnace from beginning to end, and was always guarding those broken sweet potatoes.
Moreover...the evaluation of alchemy also includes the quality and quantity of the pills, etc. If he can't win based on all the factors, it would be a shame for his many years of experience in alchemy.
Soon, Baichuan cleaned the firewood ash off the sweet potatoes and potatoes, and then took out an exquisite small plate from the storage bag to arrange the dishes.
He finished all this and the time for alchemy was just over! His alchemy furnace was still burning, and everyone shook their heads when they saw this.
When the time is up, the furnace must be forcibly opened to check the quality of the pills. Baichuan didn't care much about the pills in that furnace, so he forced it open now.
The time for refining the pills is not enough, and what comes out will only be some useless pills.
At this moment, Qin Qianning came back on time, and Baichuan rushed down the stage like he was presenting a treasure, and handed the exquisite little plate in his hand to her.
"Little Junior Sister, try this roasted sweet potato."
Qin Qianning's eyes lit up when she saw a plate of roasted sweet potatoes. The buns she had just eaten tasted pretty good.
But... after getting used to the various spiritual delicacies made by Fourth Senior Brother, everything outside seems bland to me.
So she just ate two bites, just enough to keep her stomach from feeling empty.
Now, the fragrant roasted sweet potato instantly aroused her appetite.
She quickly took the small plate in her hand and said, "Thank you, Fourth Senior Brother. You are the one who understands me!"
As she spoke, she poked a piece of sweet potato with a fork and put it into her mouth. The soft sweet potato melted in her mouth instantly, and the golden sweet potato flesh was sweet with a hint of spiritual sweetness.
Her eyes lit up, "Fourth Brother, your roasted sweet potato..."
Bai Chuan chuckled, "As you said, food cooked with firewood tastes better.
So I specially used firewood imbued with spiritual energy to bake the sweet potatoes. Not only can it fill your stomach, but it can also replenish your spiritual energy."
Qin Qianning ate several mouthfuls of roasted sweet potatoes with satisfaction. The sweet potatoes were roasted to a golden color, and the candy flowed down the fork onto her hand.
Wen Ruifeng, who was standing by, handed over a handkerchief and said, "Wipe your hands, little greedy cat. Don't eat too many sweet potatoes. Old Four even roasted some potatoes for you."
Bai Chuan handed over another plate of crispy potatoes. "These are baked on low heat until they are cooked through, then grilled on high heat until the skin is crispy. They are guaranteed to be charred on the outside and tender on the inside."
Qin Qianning was so satisfied that she didn't bother to talk and just ate bite after bite.
The audience swallowed their saliva inexplicably, "Why do I feel that the roasted sweet potato is more delicious than the ones I usually eat..."
"Nonsense, didn't you see that they were oozing sugar? Those sweet potatoes must be honey potatoes, and they were grown in fertile soil.
How can it not be delicious after being carefully baked for so long?
What's more, although Baichuan didn't take good care of the pills in the furnace, the fragrance of those medicinal herbs entered the honey potato.
So that sweet potato must have spiritual energy, wow...it smells so good!"
"What do you think...would barbecue taste better if it were cooked this way?"
"What wouldn't be delicious if you roasted it this way? Even shoe soles would be delicious!"
"What a pity... We don't have such a senior brother. We can only drool with envy..."
The alchemy competition instantly turned into a food festival...
The president of the Alchemist Guild stopped this "gourmet food festival" at the right time, "Baichuan, your pills can be made."
Bai Chuan looked at the alchemy furnace and said, "You're right, I almost forgot there was such a thing as a furnace of elixirs. But I've already jumped off the stage and I'm too lazy to go up.
Please help me open it and take a look, thank you."
The president had no hope for Baichuan's elixir and was even ready to announce that Shang Ziqian had won first place.
He walked to Baichuan's alchemy furnace. At this moment, the firewood under the furnace had burned into charcoal ash, with only sporadic red flames. He used his spiritual power to open the lid of the furnace.
Three round pills were lying in the furnace, and everyone was slightly shocked when they saw this scene.
"Is this okay?"
They originally thought that Baichuan's random actions would only produce a bunch of medicinal waste, but they didn't expect it to actually become a pill.
And...the most important thing is that there are three more, and the three pills look round and smooth, and seem to be of very good quality.
People outside the arena can only see the appearance of the pills but cannot feel the spiritual energy. However, the president of the Alchemist Guild who personally opened the furnace can clearly feel the power of these pills!
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