Ordinary people might have thought nothing of it, but those who truly knew the craft understood just how rare and precious this was. It meant that this person's understanding of this pill had already reached perfection and the utmost limit; their level had surpassed their actual pill-refining ability by far more than a single grade.
Now, it all depended on what grade of pill Yang Chen had refined.
If Yang Chen had refined a third-grade pill, then his level was at least that of a Fourth-grade Alchemist. If he had refined a fourth-grade pill, then he was at least a fifth-grade alchemist. And so on.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at Yang Chen, waiting for the result to be revealed.
Saintess Jinling was the same. A possibility could not help surfacing in her mind. Could it be that Yang Chen had truly refined the Earth Jade Pill?
Yang Chen had now finished refining. Pill fragrance drifted through the air as he stared fixedly at the alchemy furnace, then lifted its lid.
Because of the Alchemy Convention's restrictions, not only did his pill-refining process have to be made public, but the results had to be displayed as well. Put simply, he had to reveal how many pills he had refined and so on, or else he would be breaking the Alchemy Convention's rules.
After all, what the Alchemy Convention displayed was an alchemist's skill.
Thus, while refining, Yang Chen had deliberately made a few "mistakes" and adjusted the final outcome. A batch of materials like this should have yielded no fewer than nine Earth Jade Pills, but Yang Chen had directly reduced it to five.
Yet, few could keep up with his level. Even though he had made some mistakes, in everyone else's eyes, his Alchemy techniques remained flawless and without the slightest