We Didn't Lose

Danchenzi stared fixedly at the five Wushuang Grade Zhenyuan Immortal Pills in Qin Guan's palm.

His pupils contracted, and the blood and qi in his chest surged so violently they nearly shattered his internal organs.

Wasn't it a law of heaven and earth that an Immortal Grade Pill could only yield one pill per batch? Even the legendary pinnacle of the Path of Alchemy could, at most, improve a pill's quality. It was absolutely impossible to break the Shackles on quantity.

Yet Qin Guan, this arrogant and ignorant junior in his eyes, had refined five top-grade Wushuang Grade Immortal Pills in the blink of an eye.

The crucial point was that the Zhenyuan Immortal Pill's formula was a Supreme Treasure he had obtained in a Secret Realm years ago. Outsiders knew nothing of it. How had Qin Guan managed to refine the pills?

This earth-shattering reversal had caught Danchenzi completely off guard. For a moment, he could neither understand nor accept it.

He had lost. From the moment Qin Guan produced those five pills, he had already lost utterly and completely.

Even if he steadied himself now and forcibly finished refining his pill, he could produce, at most, one Wushuang Grade Zhenyuan Immortal Pill.

One pill against five—the gap was so vast it was despairing. The alchemical mastery he had painstakingly cultivated his entire life now seemed laughable, utterly powerless before the pills Qin Guan had casually conjured.

An indescribable sense of humiliation surged through him. The five pills in Qin Guan's hand had utterly shattered all his confidence in the Path of Alchemy, even making him question what meaning there had been in his tens of thousands of years of perseverance.

Boom! Boom!

The Fentian True Fire grew ever more violent as Danchenzi's mind fell into turmoil. Countless fine