In a secluded place, dozens upon dozens of disciples from the Alchemy Hall surrounded Ling Tian. They kept their eyes fixed on him, not saying a word, hoping to observe him refining pills and learn from it. Hua Min'er and the other two women, meanwhile, smiled as if they were waiting for Ling Tian to embarrass himself, though they secretly looked forward to seeing him do well.
After all, every woman hoped her man would succeed.
Ling Tian took a deep breath, carefully reviewing the steps of pill refinement before he began.
The first pills he refined weren't immortal pills, but ordinary spirit pills. He had made them before, so the process came easily to him. Before long, a nearly perfect eighth-grade spirit pill emerged from the furnace. Its rich fragrance announced Ling Tian's success, and the Alchemy Hall disciples were all excited.
But the more experienced alchemists soon spotted the problem. Experts like Old Man Ling and Mu Ke, in particular, exchanged amused smiles as the pills came out.
"Heh heh, Elder Ling, my brother's pill-refining skills have been stuck where they were thousands of years ago." Mu Ke chuckled and sent a voice transmission to Old Man Ling. "He's relying entirely on his powerful Mental Power to force the pills out. There's no real technique to it."
Thousands of years had passed. Mu Ke's cultivation had long since reached the Heavenly Immortal level, and his Mental Cultivation had advanced to the late Golden Immortal stage. He had devoted himself to alchemy all these years, steadily improving his skills. In Lingxiao Pavilion, only Old Man Ling was better than him. At a glance, he had spotted Ling Tian's problem.
"That's right. The boy's pill-refining skills haven't improved much at all. Then again, he's had no time to practice alchemy