The Competition Begins

Long Yuyao gritted her teeth. She could not possibly deliver the spirit herbs to him now, so she could only bite the bullet and continue refining.

She knew she was bound to lose this round. All she could do was pray that the Heaven-Burning Ancestor suddenly made a mistake and failed his pill refinement.

As Long Yuyao began refining pills, the remaining alchemists, who had even fewer spirit herbs, could only wear bitter expressions and bite the bullet as well.

The time for gathering spirit herbs had been far too short. Without killing people and seizing their treasures, most alchemists simply could not scrape together enough spirit herbs for even one pill formula.

Especially those miserable alchemists who had handed over all their spirit herbs to talented members of their own surname. They had only a handful of clearly useless trash spirit herbs left on them.

What could they possibly refine with that?

Wearing bitter expressions, they could only toss the few spirit herbs on their tables into their pill furnaces and prepare to smash the pot and eat the shards.

In truth, throwing a few mismatched spirit herbs into a pill furnace at random could still produce pills. It was simply that pills refined so blindly had no medicinal effect whatsoever and might even be poisonous.

Producing pills was no problem for them, but they could forget about passing the score threshold.

At this point, everyone had already opened their furnaces and begun refining. Long Xuan alone sat there with his eyes closed, resting amidst the crowd like a crane standing among chickens, utterly out of place with those around him. He also drew the attention of every judge.

The judges all frowned slightly.

"His spirit herbs are far fewer in number than Feng Jiu's and Qin Dan's. He