"Who cares about your lousy pills! Our talents are just as good."
The girl next to him tugged at him and said in a low voice, "Forget it, senior brother. We haven't even refined twelve full pills yet. Compared to this little sister, we really are lacking in talent."
The boy choked on his words, stared at the thirteen pills, rubbed his face, felt a tightness in his chest, and almost vomited blood.
Well, they're just ordinary geniuses; we can't argue with freaks!
At the same time, the senior brother's pill was also finished. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his face flushed: "The pill is out!"
"What?" The boys and girls were shocked.
“Thirteen pills… two high-grade, five mid-grade, and six low-grade.” The young man’s hands trembled as he collected the pills.
You should know that if he could produce a full batch of pills within three days, it would already be considered a good performance. If he wanted to produce top-grade pills, he would have to sacrifice the number of pills produced. Sometimes, a batch could only produce three to five high-grade pills, and it was not certain that a top-grade pill could be produced.
Today, he not only witnessed a little girl refine thirteen pills, but he himself also refined thirteen pills under the guidance of that little girl.
"How could this be? She clearly tricked Senior Brother into using the wrong alchemy technique just now." The boy who threw away the pill was flustered and incredulous.
"It's not that her alchemy technique is wrong, it's that our alchemy technique is wrong," the young man murmured.
“Our alchemy techniques… are wrong.” The other young men and women also looked dazed. They had studied alchemy for so many years, only to be told in the end that what they had learned was wrong. How could they accept this?
The hot-tempered youth looked dazed. He had pursued his faith for decades and devoted his entire youth to it, only to be told so casually that he had made a mistake.
"Impossible! My master is the Immortal Longya, and my grandmaster is the top alchemist, the God Qingmu. What they taught me could not be wrong."
"But Senior Brother really did refine thirteen pills," the girl said, her face pale.
Although the hot-tempered boy spoke toughly, the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe him.
His alchemy was severely impacted, and for a moment he couldn't distinguish between what was real and what was fake. The breath that had been stuck in his chest turned into anger, and under the shock of his spiritual energy, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
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