On the viewing platform.
Almost every representative of the major factions had their eyes fixed on Young Master Xu.
This guy was practically the best-looking one in the entire Alchemy Convention.
Not in terms of appearance.
Purely in terms of being ridiculous.
When Hua Xiang saw Young Master Xu's black fire, disappointment flashed through her eyes.
She had actually still held onto a final shred of hope that Zhou Tianshen had not lied.
But all of Young Master Xu's performances simply could not match the tall, mighty image in her heart of Martial Uncle Xu, who had stood against a Sword Saint.
"He doesn't even have the most basic fire and wood attributes!"
Hua Xiang could tell that Young Master Xu was not fire-aspected at all.
This black ink-like flame had been summoned through a spiritual technique.
Let alone compare it with Emberlight Heavenly Flame or White Flame.
It could not even compare to most spiritual flames.
At the judges' table, Shi Ti's secretly tense heart finally relaxed, and he quietly let out a long breath.
"It isn't Emberlight Heavenly Flame..."
He discovered the most fundamental difference between Young Master Xu and Xu Xiaoshou.
At the very least, as Elder Sang's disciple, Xu Xiaoshou had been devout when refining pills. Even if he caused explosions, those explosions had come from his exceptional focus.
That was an artist's temperament.
And art itself, within concentration, carried a few traces of accidental beauty.
All Xu Xiaoshou had done was magnify that beauty... that accident, infinitely.
But this Young Master Xu treated alchemy with reckless abandon, without even the slightest basic respect.
Someone who possessed not even half a shred of reverence for "alchemy" could never refine a good pill!
Shi Ti was somewhat disappointed.
But at the same time, somewhat relieved.
Thankfully, it