"Yu Ming, among these disciples, who do you think most highly of?"
Unlike combat, which was the most straightforward and clear-cut of contests, victory and defeat lay plain to see, whether for the thousand-plus True Lords above the clouds or the million disciples below them. Thus, before the top hundred were decided, there was no need for dedicated examiners. They only needed to watch who won and who lost.
If there truly were good seedlings whose luck had simply run dry, someone would notice them as well.
But among the hundred arts of cultivation, what mattered most was one's personal attainments.
A cultivator skilled in combat would not notice what techniques were used in alchemy, how the furnace fire was maintained, or whether too many or too few auxiliary ingredients had been used. They would only see whether the pill had ultimately been refined, without any precise judgment of its medicinal properties or grade.
Therefore, each of the hundred arts of cultivation had its own judges. The judges for this alchemy competition were True Lord Shiping and True Lord Yuming.
When True Lord Shiping casually asked the question, True Lord Yuming pondered briefly before smiling. "I think that Zhou Huo and Zhang Qiao are both quite good."
True Lord Shiping raised her eyes and precisely found Zhou Huo and Zhang Qiao.
One was in the Golden Core Realm, the other in the Nascent Soul Realm. They ordinarily had no dealings with each other, yet the positions they had chosen were extraordinarily similar. Both stood in the lower-left area, which, according to the Eight Trigrams, belonged to the northwest Qian position.
This position was undoubtedly one chosen with great care.
The disciples at the very front could certainly receive the True Lords' attention, but precisely because the True Lords were all