"Grade A Top!!"
"There haven't been any Grade A Top scores in the Spirit Brew contest for several rounds now, have there?!"
"More precisely, you'd have to go back eight contests for the last Grade A Top score—that was two hundred and forty years ago."
A long-bearded elder said softly.
After hearing that score, the many Sword Peak Disciples below burst into an uproar.
A Grade A Top score proved that Lu Xuan was flawless in every aspect of Spirit Brew, far surpassing all the other Spirit Brewers present.
"I'm convinced, heart and soul."
"An eighty percent success rate for Fourth Grade Spirit Brew, and a sixty percent success rate for the Fifth Grade Still True Sword Liquid. You can't refuse to accept that."
"If I remember correctly, Still True Sword Peak's highest score in the Spirit Brew contest in recent rounds was only Grade C Middle, and twice they didn't even send any disciples to participate."
"This time, Lu Xuan alone pulled it up to Grade A Top. Even if Spirit Brew accounts for only a tiny proportion of all the contests, that's still a huge improvement."
Everyone sighed endlessly over the score, and no one had any objections.
After all, Lu Xuan's performance had been plain for all to see. There was no need to ask for humiliation and offend Still True Sword Peak.
After the Spirit Brew contest settled like dust, Lu Xuan returned to the plaza, planning to watch a few rounds of Combat Arts before taking part in the next Talismans Crafting contest.
"Martial nephew Lu, how was it?"
Sword Master Hai Zhen and Yuan Rong appeared out of thin air before Lu Xuan. Their tones were gentle, but their eyes held a trace of anticipation.
"I was fortunate not to fail my mission. Grade