He no longer hid his skill. He summoned Crimson Fire Flowing Paste, and black flames surged from his palm into the pill furnace. As the flames ignited, the temperature abruptly soared.
He went all out. The flames danced within the pill furnace like a black fire dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
The alchemists around him were equally astonished, all turning to look.
Someone whispered, "Who is this person? Why don't we have any impression of him at all? We didn't notice him in the first two rounds—how did he suddenly appear out of nowhere?" Voices of confusion and amazement intertwined.
Even the five judges were startled by Li Bufan. One of them said, "Oh? I didn't notice it before, but this kid's flame is actually Crimson Fire Flowing Paste. Its rank isn't low either—it's probably already Fifth Rank."
"When did Songhe Gate nurture such a seedling of the Pill Dao? At his age, he has already subdued a Fifth-Rank Spiritual Fire. There probably aren't many like him in the entire Eastern Domain."
"Though Songhe Gate and Danxuan Sect are equally renowned, Songhe Gate has always fallen short of us in the Pill Dao. This Li Bufan is rather interesting," another remarked.
Li Bufan began to execute hand seals with complete focus. His hands formed incantation gestures, his fingers flying as streams of formulas shot from his fingertips and entered the pill furnace.
Stalk after stalk of medicinal herbs was tossed into the pill furnace, his movements as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water, completed in one unbroken breath.
His technique was swift as a phantom. Every ingredient entered at precisely the right moment, melting under just the right heat.
Gu Qingyang stroked his beard, his gaze fixed tightly on Li Bufan's hand seals. A flicker of