Wei Qinghe didn't even look at the other person. Instead, while tidying up the medicinal herbs with Daoist Hongqi, she lowered her voice and said:
"It seems these alchemists have come for that secret realm. The two masters and disciples opposite are an elder and a personal disciple of the Spirit Pill Pavilion. They are determined to obtain the secret realm."
Aside from his obsession with alchemy, Hongqi Daozun had no other hobbies.
You can complain about his slovenly appearance and low cultivation level, but he absolutely cannot tolerate anyone questioning his ability to refine pills.
"I heard what that brat said just now. How dare she look down on us, master and disciple? Who do they think they are?"
He's the number one alchemist!
The best elixirs also come from the Spirit Sect!
It was made by Wei Qinghe, but Wei Qinghe has always been low-key, so not many people know about it.
Soon, some alchemists prepared to begin refining pills.
Mei Wushuang's disdainful gaze swept over the alchemists who were ready at the scene, giving the impression that everyone participating in the competition was trash.
She's a mid-level level three alchemist, and in another ten or eight years she might be able to break through to become a level four alchemist.
Alchemists in the surrounding area began refining pills one after another, and bursts of tempering fire appeared, enlivening the atmosphere of the scene.
Wei Qinghe and Daoist Hongqi slowly sorted through the medicinal herbs, as if sorting through the herbs was the most important part of alchemy.
“Master, look at those two guys, they really did sneak in to try and enter the secret realm.”
Mei Wushuang rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. She was even more pleased with herself. With two fewer opponents entering the secret realm, their chances of finding and obtaining the treasure had increased.
Minghua Daozun's eyes were filled with disdain. "They should know how to refine pills, but they're not very skilled. Wushuang, be careful when you're refining pills, lest they steal your skills."
Mei Wushuang immediately agreed, and during the alchemy process, she deliberately hid it, afraid that Wei Qinghe and his apprentice would see it.
Little did they know that their actions were nothing short of a joke in the eyes of Wei Qinghe and his apprentice.
After the master and apprentice had prepared the medicinal herbs, they used their spiritual power to extract the medicinal liquid from the herbs while simultaneously condensing a tempering fire in their hands.
The moment they placed the medicinal liquid into the alchemy furnace, many viewers and alchemists were shocked.
This was the first time they had ever seen someone extract the medicinal liquid from herbs in their hands and then use the liquid directly to make pills.
"A cheap trick. So many medicinal herbs are extracted to produce such a small amount of liquid. Although it can improve the purity of the pills, how many pills can it actually make?" Daoist Minghua curled his lip in disdain.
"Old beggar, do you even know how to refine pills? If you just want to sneak into the secret realm, then leave. Don't waste medicinal herbs here."
Mei Wushuang looked heartbroken, as if the alchemy competition had used her medicinal herbs.
"That's right, medicinal herbs are rare, how can you waste them so recklessly?"
Hongqi Daozun is an unreasonable and hot-tempered person, so Wei Qinghe spoke first to avoid Hongqi Daozun revealing his identity in a moment of weakness.
"Then may I ask how many pills you and your disciple produced in one batch of pills?"
Mei Wushuang thought that Wei Qinghe, who followed the old beggar, was not very knowledgeable, so she was curious about how many pills an alchemist of their status could refine at once.
He proudly declared, "I am a mid-level level three alchemist, capable of producing thirty to fifty mid-grade pills per batch. My master is a rare level five beginner alchemist, with an extremely high success rate in producing high-grade pills, and each batch yields over sixty pills."
Wei Qinghe and her apprentice remained calm, showing neither shock nor humility. Wei Qinghe simply gave a faint "hmm".
That's it?
Mei Wushuang's face darkened, and then she snorted angrily, "What kind of attitude do you have towards a beggar who is just pretending to be someone else?"
"The two of you probably don't have more than ten pills in your alchemy furnaces combined. No, it's another matter whether you can even make pills at all."
Wei Qinghe's phoenix eyes flickered slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. "You're probably still half asleep, aren't you?"
Hongqi Daozun couldn't hold back any longer. He could say whether others were capable or not, but he couldn't question whether they were good at alchemy.
"I hate it when people question my alchemy skills. How about we, master and disciple, have a contest?"
"What's so great about a mere level three alchemist and a level five alchemist?"
Wei Qinghe stopped interfering. As long as they didn't reveal their identities and demonstrate their superb alchemy skills, they might be able to meet the Lord of Nevernight City ahead of time.
Mei Wushuang and her apprentice laughed as if they had heard a joke, completely disregarding their image.
A small number of alchemists who knew the identity of Mei Wushuang and her master also laughed.
"This pair of beggar master and disciple are really brave, daring to provoke the Minghua Daozun and his disciple from the Lingdan Pavilion."
"The old beggar must be from a small town. He only knows that there are good things in the secret realm of the City That Never Sleeps, but he completely ignores the fact that the alchemists who came to participate in the competition are not ordinary people."
"If a lucky alchemist enters the secret realm, they might be transported to a sacred cultivation ground, where one day of cultivation is equivalent to a year of arduous training outside..."
A glint flashed in Wei Qinghe's eyes. The secret realm of the City That Never Sleeps actually had such a sacred place. No wonder alchemists flocked there.
Upon hearing about this additional benefit, many alchemists became even more excited, and even the anger in the heart of Daoist Hongqi was quelled.
Excitement shone in both the master and disciple's eyes; their fifth senior brother, Qi Cheng, might have already entered the Holy Land.
Wei Qinghe looked calmly at Mei Wushuang and her apprentice, and asked, "What if we win? What if we lose?"
Mei Wushuang, driven by a wicked sense of humor, looked at Wei Qinghe's disguised, ordinary appearance with utter disdain, "With a face like yours, no one would want you even in the Hehuan Pavilion. Why don't you just run two laps around the Never-Sleeping City naked if you lose?"
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