Quite a few people had entered this mountain, and Xiao Yan had encountered three groups within it. Everyone was extremely cautious and guarded against one another. Xiao Yan could naturally tell that they had all obtained quite a few things, but the Pill Convention was ultimately a competition for alchemists to exchange knowledge. With no grudges between them, Xiao Yan had no desire to kill people and seize their treasures.
All Xiao Yan really did was move a little faster. In the end, the five medicinal herbs he had harvested, together with supplementary ingredients, were basically enough to refine one medicinal pill. Xiao Yan could more or less guess that these herbs had originally been scattered throughout the Pill Realm. Now that they had been placed together, finding them had actually become much less troublesome.
Although Xiao Yan had obtained five herbs, he had gathered them at random. They were not enough to refine a complete eighth-tier medicinal pill. Not to mention that alchemy had a chance of failure; preparing two or three sets of ingredients was the safer choice.
Xiao Yan continued up the mountain and had no intention of checking the other areas. Those places certainly contained medicinal herbs as well, but with so many people entering the mountain together, even if anything remained for him, it would probably be very little.
He might as well try his luck at the summit. By common sense, the best things would surely be placed at the top of the mountain.
When Xiao Yan reached the summit, he discovered that more than ten people had already gathered there. The weakest among them possessed the skill of a peak sixth-tier alchemist. On the ground lay the dismembered corpse of a magical beast, blood still slowly flowing from it. Clearly, it had been