"The Alchemist Advancement Competition will feature a Beauty Elixir as the contestant."
There is no time limit; use up all three sets of materials.
The cultivator who refines the most pills wins.
As soon as Elder Dan finished speaking...
A noisy discussion arose from the audience.
"They've stopped competing on quality and started competing on quantity?"
"Who knows? This beauty-enhancing pill seems to be appearing in the arena for the first time?"
"Can the beauty-enhancing pills even sell? The cultivators don't even have enough money to buy more elixirs..."
"Of course it can be sold. Are you stupid? Everyone can take beauty pills. Sell them to rich mortals and you'll make a fortune."
There's a saying that beauty fades easily. If ordinary people could take a beauty pill, they could retain their youth for ten years. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
The Golden Core cultivator flying in the sky smiled silently upon hearing the Dean of the Pill Academy's words, inwardly cursing, "What an old fox!"
The Immortal Realm Grand Competition is a contest among cultivators, and also a gathering.
Each faction has shops and stalls that open to customers before the match.
During the academy's grand competition, all the magical artifacts, talismans, pills, and array flags crafted by the students will be sold in the shops.
Profits belong to the college.
The demand for beauty-enhancing pills is very high, which is why the Pill Academy tests the disciples' ability to produce a certain number of pills.
In the arena.
Song Chen sat upright in front of the alchemy furnace, recalling the formula for the beauty-enhancing pill.
I went through the refining process in my mind.
He opened his eyes and continued moving.
He lifted the lid of the alchemy furnace with one hand and held a tray of herbs in the other.
Splash!
He poured all the herbs in, just like he was cooking.
He still used ordinary flames to refine elixirs.
Once the herbs had melted into a medicinal liquid, Song Chen activated the Wind Spirit Root once more.
The medicinal liquid inside the furnace began to rotate rapidly, quickly mixing evenly.
Then he activated his water spirit root, and fine liquid droplets were evenly spread on the bottom of the alchemy furnace.
The sizzling sound came again.
Song Chen made a hand seal, and his spiritual root changed once again.
All the medicinal liquid evaporated, and the powdered pills gathered at the bottom of the alchemy furnace.
This is a new attempt for Song Chen.
He had a new idea for refining Wu Ling San.
If all the pills were turned into powder.
Once the elixir is upgraded to a top-grade powder, it can be made into pills.
If each one of those pills were to become a top-grade elixir, wouldn't that make us rich?
Song Chen made a hand seal, kneaded all the medicinal powder into pills, opened his eyes, and extinguished the flames.
Song Chen shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself:
Sigh, although it was successful, I didn't expect that if the whole batch was made of top-grade pills, the yield would be so low.
Seeing Song Chen's actions, the eight elders all gathered around.
"Song Chen, are you finished refining it?"
Song Chen nodded heavily.
"Did you fail to refine it?"
Song Chen shook his head. "The pill refining was successful, but the success rate was too low."
Upon hearing this, Elder Danxiu couldn't wait to open the alchemy furnace to check.
Then, the elders looked at each other strangely.
There were quite a few pills; they filled half of the alchemy furnace.
"Refining pills like stir-frying vegetables, and it actually works?"
"Strange, why is the color off again? Could it still be a top-grade elixir?"
A normal beauty-enhancing pill is light red.
However, Song Chen's beauty-enhancing pill was blood-red in color, but it lacked the pill patterns of a top-grade pill.
Each of the elders took one and popped it into their mouths to taste.
"Hmm... better than a high-grade pill, but not quite a top-grade pill."
The elders reached a consensus, and they looked at Song Chen, hoping to get an answer.
Song Chen sighed.
"I originally intended to refine them into top-grade pills, but I didn't expect that if I refined them all into top-grade pills, I could only produce 12 pills, which would disqualify me from the competition. So I had to give up halfway through refining the pills and switch to making normal, ordinary pills instead."
The elders' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Could the pill be altered midway through the refining process?
Also, what does it mean to refine a pill into a top-grade elixir?
An elder, pointing tremblingly at the pill, asked in a trembling voice:
"Song Chen, tell me, you can control the grade of the pill?"
Song Chen nodded, "Yes, I realized it yesterday."
Another elder, whose face turned bright red, pointed at Song Chen's nose and asked, "Which peak are you from?"
Song Chen was a little confused. "I'm from the Weapon Refining Peak."
Several elders took out their flying magical artifacts and rushed out of the great formation, heading towards the weapon refining peak.
The elders shouted:
"How could such a promising alchemy talent have been left out in the world! I'll risk my life to snatch him away today!"
Because this time we need to compare the quantity of pills.
Even after Song Chen finished refining the elixir, he was not allowed to leave the examination hall.
He sat leisurely in place, waiting for the others to finish refining the pills.
Outside the arena.
All the monks looked at each other in bewilderment.
The competition had just begun when Song Chen finished refining it again?
And are the elders going to step in and snatch the person away directly?
It goes without saying that Song Chen is the undisputed winner of this alchemy competition!
All the monks began searching for the casino clerk from before.
"What happened to the people from that casino?"
"Did that kid run away?"
"This time I'm betting on Song Chen to win!"
"I'm betting on Song Chen to win too!"
Soon after, the casino's betting clerk was found by the crowd.
The broker frantically waved his hand and shouted:
"You can't bet anymore. You can only bet on the first day. If you bet on anyone else, everyone will bet on Song Chen, and with the odds at 1:1, you won't make any money!"
Hearing the market clerk's words, everyone had no choice but to give up.
They looked at Zhao Ziyi, their jealousy growing even stronger.
The Golden Core cultivators who were originally flying in the sky on their magical treasures also landed.
They inquired about Song Chen's origins.
"Song Chen is Zhao Ziyi's fiancé. He entered the academy a year and a half ago."
"Song Chen has a spirit wine."
“Song Chen used to sell Jianling Pills frequently.”
"He was also accepted as a disciple by the elder of the Weapon Refining Peak."
...
The Golden Core cultivators were increasingly alarmed as they listened; the spiritual wine could actually eliminate the poison from the pills!
"Is there any more spirit wine? Where can I buy it?"
The Golden Core cultivators asked anxiously.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. "Don't you know about spirit wine? Those spirit wine distributors said that the high-end wines are all sold to the inner disciples of the academy!"
Upon hearing this, the alchemists at the Golden Core stage turned pale.
They had no idea about the spirit wine; someone must have been keeping the news from them and keeping it all to themselves!
They asked for the whereabouts of the spirit wine dealer, then left the arena and went to Sword Peak to lie in wait.
Three hours later.
It was already getting dark.
In the arena, all the alchemists finally finished the competition and completed the alchemy.
The elders, each holding a pill-refining furnace, announced the number of pills to be refined.
"Li Yang: Three portions of medicinal materials yielded a total of 36 pills."
...
"Wang Sanjing: Three portions of medicinal materials yield a total of 45 pills."
...
Ren He: Three portions of medicinal materials yield a total of 47 pills.
...
"Song Chen: Three portions of medicinal herbs yield a total of... 78 pills!"
The moment Song Chen revealed the number of pills, the entire audience erupted in uproar.
In alchemy, under normal circumstances, one batch yields exactly 10 pills.
The number of pills refined by Song Chen has doubled, and even more!
However, Song Chen frowned and raised his hand.
"Wait a minute, this number is wrong. The elders ate eight pills when they were testing the pills earlier."
All the alchemists present were inwardly cursing upon hearing this.
—You're so aloof, so impressive!
—You've taken all this money; if you can't take it all, you'll have to carry it with you!
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