Night deepened.
At the Mittel Auction House headquarters, in a quiet and elegant little courtyard Ya Fei had specially arranged for An Yi.
Bang!
With a muffled explosion, a cloud of pungent black smoke rose from the cauldron.
An Yi coughed twice, his face covered in soot, then casually waved a hand and cleared out the residue inside the cauldron.
This was already his tenth-something failure tonight.
What he was currently attempting to refine was one of the most basic and simplest Fourth-Rank Pills.
However, the difficulty of refining a Fourth-Rank Pill and the complexity of its medicinal principles were more than ten times that of a Third-Rank Pill!
It required not only terrifyingly sharp soul perception, but also the deep practical experience an alchemist could accumulate only after hundreds or thousands of attempts—an understanding of every medicinal ingredient's properties and the subtle reactions that occurred when they fused!
And this was precisely An Yi's greatest shortcoming. At most, he had only been studying alchemy for a few days.
Medusa took human form and lounged in a rattan chair nearby. Propping her chin up with one hand, she watched An Yi's frustrated and troubled expression, unable to hold back a soft laugh.
"Alright, don't rush." Medusa comforted him gently. "How many days have you even been learning alchemy? What you did in the arena today was already shocking enough, dazzling enough."
"Didn't you see how badly those so-called geniuses, who had spent over a decade studying alchemy, were crushed by you? Fourth-Rank Pills aren't something you can pull off in one go through brute force. Take it slow."
An Yi said nothing. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed another batch of precious medicinal ingredients from his Storage Ring and tossed them all into the cauldron.
Boom!
The Vermilion Bird Divine Flame