A True Alchemy Prodigy, a Helpless Choice

The gap between pill quality eighty-five and pill quality ninety lay before Lu Feng. He understood that difference very clearly, yet even now, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

Especially when he saw Yang Chan's young face, it felt like an illusion.

How could such a young Third-level Alchemist refine a perfect-grade Meridian Nourishing Marrow Cleansing Pill? This was an achievement Lu Feng had failed to reach even after spending countless years on it.

Yet this man before him seemed to have reached this point in less than a month.

It made Lu Feng begin to doubt his life.

Was the gap between ordinary people and geniuses really that vast?

Even among geniuses, could there be a gulf as deep as heaven and abyss?

These doubts kept surfacing in Lu Feng's heart. Yang Chan's ability to refine premium-grade Meridian Nourishing Marrow Cleansing Pills had already exceeded his expectations, but this result lay far beyond those expectations—far beyond them. It made him doubt his life even more.

"Such a huge improvement!"

"I really underestimated him!"

Qiu Feizhang was also somewhat surprised by the result of the pill duel.

It could be said that from the start of the pill duel, he had not thought highly of Yang Chan. Improvements in alchemy required accumulation day after day; they could not be achieved overnight. This was the norm for most pharmacists.

Under immense pressure, improvement was possible, but it would not be significant. Those with poor mental fortitude might even regress instead of advancing. Such things were common as well.

However, when he came before the two newly refined Meridian Nourishing Marrow Cleansing Pills and clearly observed the difference between them, he realized that he had still underestimated Yang Chan.

This alchemy ability did not merely surpass Lu Feng's. Even compared with himself,