This is as ridiculous as a scholar who is well-read in poetry and has a wealth of knowledge suddenly saying that he has never taken the Tongsheng Examination!
She blurted it out almost subconsciously and with deep confusion.
"Martial Uncle, have you never been certified by Pill Tower or any large alchemist organization?"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Mu Qingxian himself reacted instantly.
Yes, with Martial Uncle's unpredictable alchemy skills, how many forces on the Battle Qi Continent are qualified and capable to test and certify Eighth-grade Alchemist for him?
She counted on her fingers.
"The only ones recognized with authority as Grandmaster Eighth-Tier are probably Pill Tower and the hidden Yao Clan. There may also be one or two extremely ancient and mysterious forces."
She looked at Martial Uncle's slightly unnatural expression and did not dare to say anything else.
The meaning is obvious. Martial Uncle You have obviously never been to these places for official certification.
Jiang Donghua was a little embarrassed by the niece's soul-piercing question, especially when he saw the other party's shocked expression Martial Uncle You are actually a gangster, even with his face, he couldn't help but blush.
He coughed twice, deliberately straightened his face, glared at Mu Qingxian with a threatening look, and said in a vicious tone.
"Hmph, you're talking too much! If you keep blabbering, you, the Valley Master, will refine the elixirs you Sound Valley need from now on!"
These words are extremely lethal!
When Mu Qingxian thought that Sound Valley's future renaissance would need the support of Martial Uncle's terrifying alchemy ability, he was immediately frightened. He quickly made a zipper movement with his hand near his mouth. A flattering and well-behaved smile instantly appeared on his face, and his eyes were extremely sincere.
Martial Uncle I was wrong, I didn't hear anything. You, the old man, are the best in the world in refining medicine. You don't need those false names to prove it!
Looking at Mu Qingxian who gave in instantly, Jiang Donghua then snorted with satisfaction, covering up the embarrassment at that moment.
He looked up at the towering tower at the end of the square that exuded a vast aura - Pill Tower, and thought to himself.
It seems that Pill Gathering may find it difficult to keep a low profile this time.
However, this seems quite interesting?
In Sacred Pill City, the alchemist level test point set up by Pill Tower can be said to be overcrowded.
Especially in the testing area of Fifth-grade Alchemist, the queue was winding and winding, with no end in sight. The noise, discussion, and sighs of losers mixed together to form an anxious heat wave.
Many young alchemists had beads of sweat on their faces, staring nervously at the door of the testing room in front of them.
Jiang Donghua just glanced at the long queue that was comparable to the popular tourist attractions during the Golden Week in previous lives, then turned around without hesitation and walked towards the passage next to it marked Sixth-grade Alchemist Test.
The atmosphere here is completely different.
There were only a dozen or so people in the spacious waiting area.
These people generally look older, with the youngest probably in their thirties or forties. They all have a calm aura and sharp eyes, and the vague soul fluctuations emanating from their bodies indicate that they are at least the alchemists at the peak of the fifth grade and have touched the threshold of the sixth grade.
They either closed their eyes and meditated, or communicated in low voices, appearing quite reserved and confident.
The arrival of Jiang Donghua and Mu Qingxian did not cause much disturbance.
These arrogant and arrogant would-be Sixth-grade Alchemists just casually glanced at this seemingly master-disciple pair. Jiang Donghua had a restrained aura and Mu Qingxian had a young appearance and was mistaken for a disciple. Seeing nothing special, they withdrew their gaze and continued with their own affairs.
With their Soul Force, naturally they cannot see through the depth of Jiang Donghua, nor can they see the slightest trace of Mu Qingxian.
The two found an empty seat and sat down, waiting quietly.
Not long after, the door of a testing room opened, and a serious-faced old man wearing a Pill Tower deacon's robe came out. His eyes swept across the dozen or so people waiting, and his voice was loud but filled with unquestionable majesty.
"The next batch, come in."
Everyone stood up and followed the old man into the testing room.
The interior is very spacious, with more than a dozen independent stone platforms placed side by side, and each stone platform is equipped with a basic fire outlet.
The old man stood in front and spoke concisely and to the point without any nonsense.
"The rules are very simple. Right here, you can refine a Sixth-grade Pill that you are most confident about right here."
"Prepare your own materials, there is no time limit, just make the elixir. If the quality meets the standard, it will be considered passed."
He paused, his cloudy but clear eyes swept across the crowd, and his tone contained a hint of warning.
"Don't tell me, you came to assess Sixth-grade Alchemist and you didn't even prepare a single piece of Sixth-grade Pill's materials!"
Hearing this, everyone nodded to express their understanding.
Who can come here to take the sixth-grade assessment and come prepared?
Everyone immediately began to take out the medicinal cauldrons and prepared medicinal materials from their Storage Ring.
Jiang Donghua didn't say anything, but with a thought, a medicine cauldron with a simple shape, dark blue color, and mysterious grass and wood patterns engraved on the surface appeared on the stone platform in front of him.