Gan Mo's breakthrough now is a brilliant move.
He exudes the aura of a grandmaster.
We've gained both face and substance.
It's hard not to admire someone who does things this way.
Ye Tian impersonated Daoist Wuchen and concocted the legendary Flawless Pill. It sounded incredibly impressive, but legends were ultimately too far removed from their own lives to truly grasp its power.
The fact that Gan Mo, at such a young age, broke through Nirvana and reached the realm of Medicine Saint makes people feel even more deeply shocked.
Those who can refine elixirs at the immortal level deserve to be called grandmasters.
After this day is over, Gan Mo's name will be remembered by alchemists of all sects, a young genius who will be unparalleled in his time.
Ye Tian's imposter, the Daoist Wuchen, wasn't that legendary, unless he revealed his true appearance. Letting them all see his real age might cause a frenzy, but he was unwilling to do so.
The tournament begins.
Gan Mo, like an old fisherman, sat steadily on the arena, as if this were his home ground.
Exceptionally calm.
Gan Mo's eyes were like those of a hawk, and his demeanor was like that of an old wolf.
Those eyes stared at him coldly.
It was bitterly cold, like a bucket of cold water had been poured on me for no reason, even in the dead of winter.
Ye Tian, of course, couldn't be bothered to meet his gaze. He had always hated those scenes in martial arts movies where two masters would stare at each other during a fight, as a way of displaying their intimidation and killing intent.
It's completely unnecessary.
A competition is a competition, a fight is a fight; they look at each other as if they're mutually in love.
Ye Tian merely glanced at him calmly, and upon stepping onto the stage, he heard Gan Mo say, "Gan Mo is a disciple of Huangyu Pavilion."
"The Heartless Sect, Daoist Wuchen."
Ye Tian calmly revealed his master Wuchen Dao's name.
A few sharp-eyed people in the audience suddenly remembered and exclaimed excitedly, "Wuchen Daoist? It's actually him!"
"What's wrong?" The remaining people, seeing him shouting incoherently, felt somewhat confused and couldn't help but turn around and ask.
"You don't know, Daoist Wuchen is in the Feiguang Mountains. With the strength of the Cloud Realm, he defied the Immortal Slayer. He killed a half-immortal, then killed two more immortals, and finally provoked the Pavilion Master of the Imperial Pavilion, who then left in a huff."
"Now he's at odds with the people from Huangyu Pavilion again. It's like they're natural enemies."
"How is this possible? There is no way in the world that someone at the Cloud Realm could defy the Immortal Slayer."
"Believe it or not, I wasn't the only one who saw it that day; everyone in the Feiguang Mountains was there to witness it."
Those who hadn't witnessed the match naturally didn't believe it, but many people from the Feiguang Mountains came out and said they had seen it with their own eyes, which made them somewhat skeptical. However, the idea of a Cloud Realm cultivator defeating an Immortal was too exaggerated, so they treated it as a legend.
The people from Feiguang Mountain argued their case, but they still couldn't convince those who hadn't seen the match, and could only mutter curses.
Those who hadn't witnessed it were enraged, exclaiming angrily, "So what? So what if he defeats the Immortal Slayer in the Cloud Realm? No matter how strong his cultivation talent is, he still loses to Gan Mo in alchemy, right? Does he think he can possibly win?"
These words left the group from Feiguang Mountain speechless.
Do they really insist that Daoist Wuchen can win? Ganmo is already at the level of a Medicine Saint; what makes Daoist Wuchen think he can win?
As a result, the witnesses of Feiguang Mountain who were originally praising Wuchen Daoren's combat power all shut their mouths.
But I still have expectations.
The people of Huangyu Pavilion clashed with Daoist Wuchen once again.
Last time, during a martial arts competition, Daoist Wuchen rebelled and killed an immortal.
Will there be any surprises in this alchemy competition?
Ye Tian had no idea what they were hoping for. He was actually hoping that Gan Mo would provoke him a bit, like a villain in a movie, so he could then find a way to show off and humiliate him.
Gan Mo, however, did not give him that opportunity, remaining as steady as an old wolf.
After a very brief self-introduction, Gan Mo sat upright on the ring, maintaining his composure and methodical approach, executing each step with utmost discipline and steadiness.
Gan Mo has now broken through to the level of Medicine Saint, and his strength is even greater.
The alchemy techniques he had just practiced could only be described as steady and precise, but now they were like a master butcher carving up an ox. Every move was just right, as if this was the proper way to use fire and remove impurities when refining this kind of elixir.
This is no longer just alchemy, but an art.
Those below sighed.
"Wuchen Daoist is quite pitiful. He encountered such a monstrous expert, and he had no choice but to lose."
"That's normal. The gap between the Medicine King realm and the Medicine Saint realm is enormous. He can only refine 100% pure pills, but he can't break through this huge gap."
"Yes, I think so too." This statement garnered some agreement from others.
"Look, why is Daoist Wuchen sitting there motionless?" At this moment, Ye Tian's actions stunned the audience below.
Ye Tian sat upright on the fishing platform, his eyes slightly closed as he sat on the arena.
The incense burner has been set up.
The ingredients for the elixir have been placed into the cauldron.
Now Ye Tian only needs one more fire.
A fire that could burn him to ashes, a fire that could burn him and the elixir to ashes.
For others, this fire was an insurmountable obstacle.
For Ye Tian, it was just a matter of a single thought.
Gan Mo, who reached the realm of Medicine Saint, and Hong Quan'an, who reached the realm of Medicine King, were both extremely talented geniuses.
Many people want to know what he has to win with.
In fact, Ye Tian would ask himself these questions in his spare time.
What makes him capable of winning? What gives him the ability to defeat two geniuses? Now Ye Tian will answer these people's questions: What makes him capable of winning?
On the eve of Nirvana, the basic cultivation rules for junior cultivators recorded the secret that pills must be made with fire and qi, while those who have reached the Medicine Saint realm use thunder and fire.
The rebirth of advancement.
It also uses thunder and fire to burn the body and soul.
Used to forge elixirs.
Since that's the case, Ye Tian will use the thunder and fire of heaven and earth today to refine a pill.
"What is he trying to do? Has he gone mad?!"
"The characteristics of lightning and fire are extremely violent. At the critical moment of advancement, others would go into seclusion to avoid trouble and just want to survive. It is already extremely difficult for Gan Mo to undergo tribulation on the arena, yet he dares to use the lightning and fire of advancement to refine pills?"
"This is suicidal! He didn't break through before the stage, but insisted on dragging it out until now to be arrogant. This is the behavior of a madman."
The voices of doubt continued to emerge.
Ye Tian ignored him, already looking up at the sky. A figure flashed through his mind, and he sneered. He raised his voice to its maximum, coldly demanding, "Fei Yunchen, are you still there?!"
Not far away.
Fei Yunchen, still somewhat arrogant despite his defeat in the match, answered Ye Tian's questioning voice with a booming voice, "I'm here, so what?"
"Watch closely, this is how you use Thunderfire!" Ye Tian's voice was incredibly clear, and after speaking, he looked up at the clouds in the sky.
Thick, pillar-like bolts of lightning surged down from the heavens and earth.
Boom!
At the same time, he slashed at Dan Yao and Ye Tian. He needed to achieve Nirvana, but even more so, he needed to refine pills!
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