Feng Qing'er was in a terrible state. Because of the Qingluan Fire, her clothes had already been burned away, not even a single hair left behind.
The crimson hue covering her skin made it all the more apparent that her body had reached its limit.
Seeing this, Xu Xuan hurriedly turned his head away.
Feng Chenghuang, on the other hand, looked thrilled. As long as the flame problem was resolved, the rest would likely be easy to handle.
Du Bozhong glanced at the Small Cauldron in his hand with satisfaction. This cauldron was called the Fire Swallowing Cauldron, a treasure specifically used by alchemists to collect beast flames.
With the surrounding flames extinguished, Du Bozhong and the other man crossed the formation and arrived before Feng Qing'er, taking out an ice-blue pill.
"Ice Condensing Clear Heart Pill." The alchemist from Yunzhou cried out the instant he saw it.
The Ice Condensing Clear Heart Pill was a high-grade Rank 7 Pill.
"You have some discernment. Better than those juniors who only know how to wag their tongues." Du Bozhong gave a faint smile and fed the Ice Condensing Clear Heart Pill to Feng Qing'er.
The instant the pill entered her mouth, steam immediately rose from Feng Qing'er's body. The redness on her skin then began to fade, gradually returning her body to a fair, jade-like white.
"Kid, don't think becoming a Grade 8 Alchemist makes you extraordinary. You still have much to learn on the path of alchemy," another alchemist from the Alchemy Alliance said at that moment.
For an alchemist, one's realm in alchemy was naturally of paramount importance.
But prescribing the right pill for the right ailment was also an art.
Different needs, different symptoms, and different constitutions all required different pills in order to maximize their effects.
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