Max Out Proficiency, Grind Until I Become a Sword Immortal Among Mortals

She was only doing her best to catch up, yet it felt as if there were no end in sight. Who knew where the finish line lay?

But it seemed not to matter anymore. Now that she had a goal, that had to be a good thing, right?

She walked forward. Those who had been rooting for her fell silent, offering words of comfort instead.

But comfort was the last thing she needed, and she didn't need anyone's pity.

She could have stood head and shoulders above everyone else. She had simply been outmatched this time. Since she had been outmatched, she would admit it openly and gracefully.

Stepping closer, she saw the pill she had refined.

This was the best she could possibly do. She had even deliberately revised the Pill Recipe, incorporating a great deal of her own understanding.

That was what Alchemy was, after all. It required one to develop an understanding of one's own.

Soon, she spotted another pill.

She only had to glance at it to be dazzled.

The pill looked crystalline and translucent, dazzlingly brilliant.

And every step in its refinement had been carried out methodically, following the instructions recorded in the Pill Recipe.

At that point, she had nothing left to say.

She could tell that Yun Shu had brought every aspect of the pill to its utmost limit. There was nothing surprising about him taking first place.

Although Chu Huangyue felt she could probably reach that level herself, in practice, she would likely fall far short.

This wasn't false modesty.

The pill had truly reached perfection.

There was almost nothing to criticize.

It seemed as though this was exactly what the pill was meant to be.

No amount of skill or technique could compare to something so effortlessly natural.

Chu Huangyue felt