Teng Ying's mouth twitched. She clearly had not expected Ye Yu to say such a thing, but then she remembered that she still owed him a favor.
Besides, if Ye Yu truly achieved a good result, spending two hundred million spirit stones in exchange for a high-ranking alchemist's goodwill would indeed not be a loss.
The farce ended. Seeing that the three people in power of the Alchemist Alliance had raised no objections, the noise in the square gradually died down.
As Mo Ran condensed Pill Fire in his hand and lit the long incense stick at the center of the square, the Alchemy Convention officially began.
This long incense stick had been specially refined. The fragrance it released as it burned could calm the mind and focus the spirit, aiding alchemists in pill refinement.
Moreover, this stick could burn for seven days. Once it burned out, the finished pills had to be submitted.
If one could not submit a finished product, it directly meant failure.
Seven days to refine a Rank 7 Pill—the requirement could not be called lenient.
The next moment, the temperature in the square abruptly soared. Nearly two hundred high-ranking alchemists simultaneously unleashed their respective Pill Fires, creating a truly magnificent sight.
Gu Yuan glanced around at the others, a disdainful smile curling across his lips. Then, with a hand seal, a dark blue flame condensed in his palm.
The scorching heat swept outward, making the expressions of several alchemists beside him change slightly. They nearly lost control of the flames within their Alchemy Furnaces.
One after another, they stared at Gu Yuan's palm in shock.
Yet within that dark blue flame lingered threads of bone-piercing cold.
"That's the fire of an Ice Crystal Dragon Scale Beast!" someone immediately cried out.
An alchemist's Pill Fire generally