Brainstorming About Pill Formulas

In the blink of an eye, another two days had passed.

This day was the fourth round of the Alchemy Competition, as well as the semifinals. After this match, only the final would remain.

Of the tens of thousands of alchemists who had entered, only thirty had successfully reached the semifinals. This showed just how brutal the previous rounds had been.

Creating a pill formula required a quiet place, one that sheltered them from wind and rain and prevented outside factors from interrupting their train of thought.

Thus, the venue for this round would be a massive palace hall. Space within the hall was limited, and those able to come watch were all the most distinguished and influential figures from every region.

The vast number of ordinary Gu cultivators clearly had no way of coming here to watch. They could only wait for the final.

That day, Long Xuan rose early, washed up, and left the inn. Amid countless reverent gazes, he entered the depths of the imperial palace, eventually arriving at a great hall under Long Xiaoyao's guidance.

Though Long Xuan had rarely risen so early, he was still the last to arrive.

The other twenty-nine contestants had already arrived and were seated in the center of the hall.

There were thirty tables and thirty seats in the center of the hall. The seats were arranged in six rows and five columns, and each tabletop bore a contestant's name. Every contestant sat according to their total-score ranking.

Long Xuan currently had two hundred and ninety-two points, ranking first overall. He sat at the upper-left position, with Duan Tianwu and the Heaven-Burning Ancestor seated to his right.

After glancing sideways at his neighbors, Long Xuan quietly sat down and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the fourth round to