Proficiency Maxed Out, I Became a Sword Immortal in the Mortal Realm - Section 678

Yun Shu had nothing to say.

After the pills had been sealed away one by one, Immortal Venerable began offering everyone some words of encouragement.

"You all performed wonderfully at this Alchemist Convention. I believe you'll continue to improve, and perhaps one day your achievements will surpass mine, making you transcendent, holy Eighth Grade Alchemy masters."

"But remember this well: alchemy is just like cultivation. No one has a smooth road all the way through. What matters most is persevering and bringing all your talent to its fullest potential."

"All right. Wait two hours, and the final results will be ready."

Those were Immortal Venerable's words. Everyone's faces flushed with excitement. His words had given them a tremendous boost. They were all members of the younger generation, after all, and Immortal Venerable Yi was one of the most powerful Alchemy masters in all the world.

Could any of them really surpass him one day?

Perhaps not. But his words gave them something wonderful to aspire to.

Perhaps it was simply a dream to look forward to.

With two hours still to wait, everyone grew restless. They had submitted their answer sheets, and the judges had to mark them in a very short time and arrange the results in order.

Those who had handed in blank sheets or unfinished pills were all crestfallen.

Clearly, they had already guessed their rankings wouldn't be very good.

But there was nothing they could do about it.

They wanted to amaze everyone with a single brilliant feat, to get a better ranking, and, more than anything, not to fall behind.

But now that they thought about it, how easy was that?

They were all peerless prodigies, and there were quite a few who could refine Seventh Grade pills.

They had tried making the easiest ones,