Lu Xiaotian had brought plenty of bamboo charcoal of his own, but he quickly realized another problem: the bright-spirit bamboo he used was clearly the sort of bamboo charcoal even ordinary advanced alchemists couldn't afford.
Lu Xiaotian had been refining pills ever since he entered the world of cultivation, and he had refined countless batches by now. Back in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had already been able to refine Condensation Golden Pills, and he had made all five varieties with a fairly high success rate. Even then, he had already been a highly accomplished advanced alchemist.
Advancing as an alchemist was indeed harder than advancing in cultivation. Even after all these years, Lu Xiaotian was still only an advanced alchemist and had never become an alchemy grandmaster. Still, he was confident that among advanced alchemists, he could hold his own against anyone.
Since the barrier inside him could provide him with vast quantities of spirit bamboo, Lu Xiaotian had continually striven to reach the realm of an alchemy grandmaster. Naturally, the spirit-bamboo charcoal he used wasn't something ordinary alchemists could get their hands on.
If he took it out now, he would inevitably arouse suspicion.
"Since you provided the spirit herbs, why didn't you bring any bamboo charcoal?" Lu Xiaotian naturally wasn't about to give himself away. He glanced at the disheveled old man in surprise.
"You're sure you're here to be assessed as an intermediate alchemist?" The disheveled old man slapped his forehead.
"What, are you afraid I'll make a mess of it and ask you to pay me back in Spirit Stones?" Lu Xiaotian said with a smile.
"This kid's just putting on a show. If he had any sense, he'd get off the stage before he wasted those spirit herbs."
Lu Xiaotian's voice carried, and Zong