Luo Chen had begun to get a feel for the Pill Saint Hall Trial.
On the whole, it lacked the dangers of the various inheritance trials in the Cultivation World.
Before the trial, a side hall had even been set aside for participants to prepare.
Such an arrangement was remarkably lenient.
But on reflection, this inheritance had been left within the Mingyuan Sect for younger disciples. How could its trials be riddled with danger?
Besides, Pill Saint Chu Yan was gentle and kind by nature. She would never deliberately make things difficult for anyone.
The purpose of her trial lay chiefly in one word: selection.
The first stage he had just passed, like every previous first-stage test, was meant to select those with a deep foundation in the Alchemy Dao.
Those with shallow foundations were filtered out.
But upon reaching the second stage, Luo Chen was less certain.
[Return to the source; reverse-refine to pass.]
What did this question ask of him?
The first stage had at least offered the hint "one hundred to pass." By what result would this second stage be judged?
Was "reverse-refine" the only clue?
Taken literally, he should reverse-refine the pills and restore the materials that had gone into them.
But to what degree? How many would count as a pass?
The room was empty. No one gave Luo Chen an answer.
Luo Chen sank into thought.
Time slipped quietly by, yet no one entered the spacious room.
That should not have been the case.
When Luo Chen passed the first stage, he had clearly sensed that the other three were not far behind.
Chen Mozi in particular had taken the same approach of clearing it quickly. A few pills might hold him up, but barring a mistake, he would eventually identify them with care.