True Ninth Grade

"Young man, how was that?" Huo Zhen asked, pinching the freshly refined pill, still slightly warm and bearing eight-grade six-colored pill lightning, and waving it before Xiao Yan.

He did not ask anyone else, because none of the Flame Clan disciples present truly studied the Dao of alchemy and could perceive the essence of his methods. Only alchemists who had reached a certain height could truly understand how profound his skill had to be to temper this pill to such a degree under such urgent time constraints and while not in peak condition.

"Senior's skill is extraordinary. I am deeply impressed."

Xiao Yan stared at the pill, genuine admiration in his eyes. He could see it clearly. Although Huo Zhen was not in good condition, he was still a master who had studied the path of alchemy for many years. Simply witnessing him refine a pill was already a valuable gain.

"It's just that three days was still too rushed. The pill's quality could clearly have been higher."

"Ah..." Faced with Xiao Yan's pointed observation, Huo Zhen showed neither offense nor dissatisfaction. Instead, an indescribable weariness flashed through his bloodshot eyes.

"Time waits for no one. There was no way to take it slow."

"You brat, stay right here. Don't think you're done yet. There are plenty of places where I'll need you later! Don't even think about slipping away."

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Huo Zhen directly swallowed the newly refined eighth-grade pill in one gulp, then closed his eyes and began refinement. Dou Qi and soul power surged around him as he clearly did his utmost to refine the medicinal power and restore himself.

This action also caught everyone by surprise. They had not expected that such desperately hurried pill refinement had ultimately been for his own use.

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