Pill Refined to Premium, the False Pharmacist Prodigy

Alchemy Pavilion.

On the central pill-fighting platform.

Above the two alchemy furnaces, already glowing red beneath the scorching earthfire, hazy vapors continuously rose. Enhanced by wafts of medicinal fragrance, they resembled divine furnaces amid the clouds.

Everyone below the platform had their eyes drawn to the alchemy furnaces above. More precisely, they were watching the two people before them, following their every movement.

They did not want to miss even the slightest detail, because this was the critical moment, the greatest test of a pharmacist's alchemy skills.

Most people attempting to refine the Meridian Nourishing Marrow Cleansing Pill encountered problems at this stage.

A person's energy was limited, and mistakes came most easily under immense pressure. Of course, some exceptions existed, but they were rare.

As the spectators below watched the two men's movements, they also observed their condition.

Under the glow of the earthfire, sweat had appeared on Yang Chan's face. He had done this deliberately; otherwise, with his current cultivation, he could have ignored the heat radiated by the earthfire.

But Yang Chan needed to conceal his cultivation, so he naturally had to pay attention to such details. They were very important.

At the same time, Yang Chan's brows were slightly furrowed, and weariness showed on his face. Clearly, the alchemy process was far from easy.

Before breaking through to Internal Refinement, cultivating the Martial Seal naturally did not increase one's spiritual power by much, hence the fatigue. Yang Chan had anticipated all this when he decided to display his extraordinary alchemy talent during the pill fight. Now, as he refined, everything proceeded according to his plans, changing at every moment.

He knew full well that he was refining pills before so many people. Every move he made would be watched, so he had to attend to these