Alchemy Competition

"Spirit Transformation Pill!"

The alchemist who had asked Li Qianqing the question could not help crying out in alarm.

The three of them, Wu Tianyou included, all fixed their gazes on Li Qianqing.

The moment they heard Spirit Transformation Pill, they knew Li Qianqing intended to refine a Low-Grade Spirit Transformation Pill. As for a Middle-Grade Spirit Transformation Pill, that was impossible.

In the Alchemy Competition, very few alchemists refined Sixth-Order Middle Grade pills, and Li Qianqing was only at Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation, not Peak Spirit Transformation.

"Are you confident?" Wu Tianyou could not help asking.

He had not expected Li Qianqing to refine a Sixth-Order Low Grade pill. He had always assumed Li Qianqing would refine a rather difficult Fifth-Order High Grade Pill.

"I have some confidence."

Li Qianqing did not speak too absolutely, leaving himself a sliver of leeway. In the eyes of the others, this was very normal.

Like Li Qianqing, Wu Tianyou was also refining a Sixth-Order Low Grade pill. The other three were all refining Fifth-Order High Grade pills, though the difficulty varied.

If one wanted to obtain a result in the Alchemy Competition, one had to produce pills.

If one refined pills of excessive difficulty and all that came out at the end were ruined pills, then there would be no score, placing dead last.

Among the more than a thousand participating alchemists, every competition had quite a few alchemists with no score.

Their thinking was to take a gamble. If they refined it successfully, they would strike blood-profit and earn a decent ranking. If they failed to refine it, then they could just wait to lose face.

Most alchemists did not want to lose face. They cared a great deal about their dignity.

The wood had already become a boat.

Since Li Qianqing