Mortal: I Come from the The Great Primordial World
Chapter 639

Terrifying Alchemy Techniques!

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With a crisp snap of his fingers, the elderly, somewhat gaunt president of the Alchemist Association slowly rose to his feet and exchanged a glance with him.

He then began the announcement:

"By now, I assume you have all understood what is on the stone tables. The content of this assessment is to refine a finished medicinal pill according to these incomplete prescriptions. You will only have two chances. If you fail both times, you will be deemed eliminated. Once you fail, the screen beside you will light up red, and you may leave the venue. As for the time limit, it will be determined by the hourglass opposite you. If you still fail to refine a pill within the stipulated time, that will likewise count as failure, and you must leave."

The president of the Alchemist Association did not speak particularly loudly, yet every word fell clearly into everyone's ears. There was an indescribable authority in his voice that prevented anyone from speaking carelessly, much less arguing back. They had no standing to argue. Although the president of the Alchemist Association was merely a peak fifth-tier alchemist, his status was no less than that of anyone in the Empire.

After hearing the president's words, many alchemists—especially those who were only second-tier alchemists—looked utterly miserable. Pill formulas used in alchemy were generally written with soul power, recording every step in detail: the proportions of ingredients, the heat, and everything else down to the smallest detail.

Yet what lay before them now was merely a sheet of thin paper with a simply written list of medicinal ingredients. Trying to refine a pill from such a formula was an extremely difficult task.

But Fang Yu merely glanced at the formula before immediately beginning the refinement.

He had only joined this Alchemist Association

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