Time passed slowly, and soon the Alchemist Selection Event officially began.
This Alchemist Selection Event judged the alchemists by the speed, quality, and quantity of their pill production. Each alchemist received five sets of ingredients for Youth-Restoring Pills and five for Body-Tempering Pills at the start. The two who produced the most pills of the highest quality in the shortest time would qualify for the Direct-Line Alchemy Competition.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Feng Qianyuan swept his gaze across the square and announced solemnly, "This event has a two-hour time limit. I hope you all make good use of your time. Now, I declare the twenty-fifth Alchemist Selection Event... begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze sharpened. Spiritual power poured out of him, forming a force that struck the Iron Bell in the center of the square.
A deep, resonant toll rang out, carrying across the entire square.
The moment the bell sounded, every alchemist summoned a stream of spiritual power and channeled it into their Alchemical Furnace.
A succession of rushing sounds followed as flames sprang up inside each alchemist's Alchemical Furnace.
Along with the flames, a white barrier suddenly rose around the square, enclosing all the alchemists.
Those inside could not hear anyone speaking outside the barrier, giving the alchemists a quiet environment in which to work.
Everyone outside fixed their eyes on the thirty alchemists, watching their pill refinement with rapt attention.
Jun Wangchen looked up toward the outside of the barrier. He saw Feng Mei pumping her fist to cheer him on, but he also saw Feng Zhua wearing a sinister smirk. For some reason, he kept feeling that something bad was about to happen.
"I must be overthinking it." Jun Wangchen shook his head to clear away his distracting thoughts, then turned his palm