Proficiency Maxed Out, Grinding My Way to Become an Immortal Sword Saint - Section 696

The more pills that took shape, the more they spoke to the vast gulf in skill.

He had never imagined anyone could refine a perfect batch of pills. Even the top Eighth Grade alchemists, or even Ninth Grade ones, couldn't claim to achieve that, could they?

Perhaps only the greatest alchemists in the world could manage it consistently.

Before, he had thought the rumors about the Alchemist Convention were exaggerated.

Now he saw that they hadn't exaggerated at all. If anything, they had been conservative.

Every batch of pills was perfect. This talent truly stood at the pinnacle of Yunzhou.

"If Feng Huai follows this young man, he might really be much better off than at the academy." Cang Yi gave a wry smile.

When the gap in skill was simply too vast, it snuffed out any desire to compete.

He had once thought Feng Huai's talent ranked among the very best in this entire great province.

With that terrifying capacity for understanding, Feng Huai could certainly reach such heights.

And becoming a Ninth Grade alchemist someday might not even be difficult for him.

But now, he suddenly felt that, powerful as Feng Huai's comprehension and natural gifts were, they still might fall far short of the man before them.

Perhaps that was simply the gulf between geniuses: even among them, the difference could be as vast as heaven and earth.

They were all geniuses, all skilled to a certain degree.

But some people seemed born to make others look up to them.

He had even heard that at the Alchemist Convention there was another astonishingly gifted woman, with talent so powerful she stood at the very top in every field.

In less than thirty years of cultivation, she had reached heights that even some Super Geniuses could scarcely hope