Huang Wuji frowned as he looked at the six clusters of golden light before him.
As Huang Wuji's expression changed, so did everyone else's. Discussions broke out without end.
The next moment, Huang Wuji raised his right hand, and all six clusters of golden light opened at once.
The answers were astonishingly unanimous:
"Purple Leaf Soul-Returning Fruit!"
Sure enough, all six had chosen "Purple Leaf Soul-Returning Fruit."
Everyone was startled, and the crowd immediately erupted:
"How... can there be only one heavenly treasure?"
"If there was only one, why did each of them spend so long identifying it by scent?"
Unable to understand, everyone waited quietly for Huang Wuji to reveal the answer.
Huang Wuji slowly unveiled the answer he had known all along. The names of eight heavenly treasures sprang into view.
What Huang Wuji had not expected was that Jiang Feng had used the refined, fused essences of merely eight heavenly treasures to make all six inner sect alchemy experts guess wrong. Moreover, their incorrect answers had been astonishingly identical—they had all guessed Purple Leaf Soul-Returning Fruit!
And among the eight heavenly treasures Jiang Feng had used, not a single one had the slightest connection to the Purple Leaf Soul-Returning Fruit.
He did not understand alchemy, so he did not understand the mysteries behind it.
At the side, Cold Sword White Bamboo seemed to realize the mystery behind Jiang Feng's method. She immediately shook her head with a smile, as if she too felt she had been played by Jiang Feng.
The core disciples also discussed fervently. None of them had expected that with merely eight heavenly treasures, six alchemy experts would fail to identify them by scent.
"How... is that possible?" Zhuang Ling exclaimed in surprise. "Eight heavenly treasures?"
Just now, he had practically exhausted every thought,