Maxing Out Proficiency, Becoming a Mortal Sword Immortal

"At least he had a chance to compete for one of the top hundred spots."

The extra round was something they had to earn their way into, and it depended on the quality of the pills they had made in the first round.

So, given that the quality was fairly good, he could certainly compete for one of the last few spots. But this had to count as an exceptional performance; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in last place before.

He could only say he had a chance, though he would most likely still just be making up the numbers.

That was perfectly normal. No one would laugh at him for it.

After all, no one who worked hard ever achieved anything easily.

Pill Elder was among the judges as well. As a high-ranking Eighth Grade alchemist, he was perfectly qualified to offer his opinion.

"Putting everything else aside, Yun Fu managed to bring out every medicinal property of a high-grade Sixth Grade pill and make it flawless. That already puts him ahead of ninety-nine percent of Seventh Grade alchemists. You didn't lose unfairly, child."

Pill Elder spoke earnestly, but his words didn't sit well with the young man.

They had all made the same pill, yet the results were worlds apart.

His still had a yellowish tinge, while the one Yun Shu had made was crystal clear, like glass.

It was like they had all cooked the same dish: everyone else's looked, smelled, and tasted delicious, while his looked like a pot of random leftovers. Worst of all, it might not even taste good.

Maybe that was just the difference between people. He couldn't help thinking so.

He already felt awful, and the two Eighth Grade alchemists' words felt like steel needles piercing his heart.

He could only