The hundred contestants in the arena fell silent.
Every face was grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Reconstructing a pill formula.
Forget alchemy grandmasters—even at the Throne level, few could accomplish such a thing with ease.
The highest-skilled contestants present were merely alchemy grandmasters, while even more were still only at the Innate level.
How could they possibly reconstruct a pill formula, something only seasoned old alchemists could do? The judges probably aren't testing us on reconstructing a lost pill formula in its original sense. They've likely blurred one or two details of a conventional formula and want us to fill them in... Zhu Yan thought.
He did not believe the judges would truly bring out an ancient, incomplete pill formula whose answer even they did not know, then use it to test a bunch of Innate-level rookies.
What they wanted to assess was, first, their breadth of knowledge; second, their creativity; and third, whether they dared to do it.
"The higher the pill grade, the better the quality, and the less time used..."
Zhu Yan savored the evaluation criteria and seemed to realize something.
He guessed that the incomplete pill formula provided by the judges would not be of a high grade—perhaps it was even lower-grade than the Thirst-Profound Pill.
That way, everyone would be capable of a simple "reconstruction."
"Reconstructing a pill formula?"
Xu Xiaoshou on the field was similarly deep in thought.
Mastery of Culinary Arts had given him an exceptionally solid foundation, but he lacked creativity. Xu Xiaoshou did not know whether he possessed the ability to reconstruct a pill formula.
Or rather, if he were asked to follow conventional alchemy methods and carry out every step in a standard pill formula, he could do so with effortless ease.
But creating a new pill