For the past three days, Zhou Heng had been incomparably flashy. Many apothecaries came to seek his guidance, but what did he know about pill refining? He used the excuse that he needed peace and quiet to prepare and turned everyone away. With his half-baked skills, he would give the game away the moment he opened his mouth!
Hu Mei came from a powerful clan and was herself a peerless genius of her generation, so she was naturally accustomed to grand occasions. She received the visitors in Zhou Heng's stead, moving through them like a fish through water and handling everything with ease.
She was deeply proud—proud of Zhou Heng, and proud of herself as well.
Amid the expectations of countless people, the three days finally passed, and the day of Zhou Heng's eight-star apothecary certification arrived.
Though rumors had spread that Zhou Heng was the reincarnation of the Medicine Venerable, not everyone believed them. After all, there had been people throughout history who had paraded beneath the banner of being the Medicine Venerable's reincarnation, only for it to be proven false in the end!
Hearing was illusory; seeing was believing!
The certification for an eight-star apothecary was not as simple as refining a single eighth-grade pill. He had to refine five different kinds, and if even one refinement failed, then even four successful attempts would still count as failure!
Such harsh requirements were precisely why eight-star apothecaries were so exceedingly rare!
Otherwise, some seven-star apothecaries could still refine one or two types of eighth-grade pills. It was precisely because of this that seven-star apothecaries possessed the qualifications to make Creation Kings humble themselves to seek their friendship.
Refining eighth-grade pills was extraordinarily complicated. A single batch took no less than ten days to half a month, and five types