The Winner Remains Standing; Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Spiritual Medicine Tower.

"I am Lu Feng of the Alchemy Pavilion. Having heard that Pharmacist Yang is the Pill Pavilion's newly risen genius Pharmacist, I have come to the Spiritual Medicine Tower to challenge Pharmacist Yang Chan and determine whose alchemy is superior!"

A middle-aged man dressed in purple and gold arrived before the Spiritual Medicine Tower and shouted loudly, though his gaze was fixed on Yang Chan, who had not been at the Spiritual Medicine Tower for long.

He had deliberately chosen this time, only coming to issue the challenge after seeing that Yang Chan was at the Spiritual Medicine Tower.

"They're here!"

Yang Chan was not surprised. With Liu Xuan's warning, he naturally knew that the Quasi Holy Son would arrange for someone to challenge his alchemy, using it to crush his confidence and hinder his progress in improving his alchemy.

Within Tianxuan Holy Land, not everyone could get along peacefully. There were naturally conflicts, and the best way to resolve them was a fight.

Thus, among martial arts experts, there was the practice of sparring. Whatever conflict there was, they would fight directly and determine victory or defeat. The victor was naturally right, and the loser was wrong. Therefore, if one wanted to prove oneself right, one only needed to keep defeating everyone else. Then one was right.

After all, the winner remained standing while the loser fell. The difference was crystal clear at a glance. As for everything else, there was no need to care too much—indeed, others did not care at all.

For alchemists, if there was a conflict or dispute, then it was settled through a pill duel. Whoever possessed greater alchemy skill had reason on their side.

It was simple and brutal, but also the most convenient method, and it could motivate people