Waiting for the Alchemy Convention’s Winner!
The lightning receded. Tranquillity was restored to the sky. There was no shortage of praise for Yang Tian in addition to speculations of his identity and affiliation. According to logic, he’d presumably be from one of the eight great clans. As for alchemists, they were glad the lightning receded; else, they wouldn’t dare to open their furnaces. Others hastily got to work on their pill. Alas, the peace didn’t last for long.
Lights shone from the sky. The reward for a rank eight divine pill, honeydew, rained down. Because three rank eight pills were produced, there was an abundance of honeydew. Everyone prepared to catch some. It had been a thousand years since honeydew appeared at an alchemy convention – a most historical moment, indeed.
Yang Tian licked his lips and grinned, thinking, I wonder what rank star and moon divine milk is. My pill might still not be enough to win.
Everyone wanted to win.
Yang Tian summoned Yin Yang Diagram and collected all of the honeydew to everyone’s outrage! He justified not sharing with the fact he personally endured the lightning tribulation. He had no reason to share.
Yang Tian dipped his soul fusion pill into the honeydew for the former to absorb the latter’s vital essence as a means of upgraded its quality. If enough vital essence was absorbed, a low-grade rank eight pill could’ve been upgraded to a mid-grade rank eight pill – barring the fact that lots of resources would be required. Of course, Yang Tian was deliberately trying to triumph against the girl from the devil race.
Sensing the furious gaze from the girl on him, Yang Tian looked up and shrugged as if to say, “Come do something about it. Come on… Come on!”
She couldn’t attack me owing to the rules prohibiting physical altercations and the risk of revealing her identity. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop her from sending chills down spines with her killing intent and fist clench. Yang Tian didn’t care; if anything, he wanted to kill her for what she did to Yun’er. In fact, he was so hostile that Dan Xuan quietly snorted. “He already has cheat skills, yet he’s still being hostile? What sort of grudge do they harbour for each other.”
Old Cao: “Hehe, he probably played her and then abandoned her.”
Dan Xuan curled his lips. “He should be the winner this time. Since his soul fusion pill transformed, his chances of reaching Sage Manifestation Realm have increased considerably, and his pill would be worth more.”
Alchemy Alliance wanted to recruit Yang Tian for his skills.
Yang Tian sat on the ground to wait. There were still more than thirty alchemists at work.
A day went by. Lightning tribulations frequently surfaced. Four high-grade rank seven pills joined the line-up. The victor of the last alchemy convention was an alchemist who impressed with a high-grade rank seven pill.
Yang Tian didn’t recognise any of the Autarch Realm genius alchemists.
An elder appeared and swept his eyes over the twenty-plus alchemists still going and announced, “Time. Those who have not finished have failed.”
Those who didn’t finish wore their disappointment on their sleeves. The elder then turned to the three with rank eight pills. “This old one is thoroughly impressed with this time’s surprises. This has been the greatest alchemy convention yet!”
Yang Tian curled his lips, thinking, One is fake. The one I used divine water for is the real one.
Big clans and even Alchemy Alliance looked over to the three rank eight alchemists. They had money prepared to recruit the three. The elders began to throw comments of how great the next generation was around.
The elder declared, “Those who produced mid-grade rank seven pills and higher, please hand over your pills to me for now. We will soon announce the rankings!”
Roughly twenty individuals consisting of striking males and charming females stepped out. The elder collected their pills and departed. The contestants stayed behind to await the results!
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