Not only he, but Fang Yiqian and the others also wore solemn expressions as they stared fixedly at Jun Wangchen.
They noticed the Alchemical Furnace in front of Jun Wangchen trembling continuously, before a sudden burst of pill fragrance wafted out of it.
A perfectly round, translucent pill slowly floated out of the Alchemical Furnace.
At the sight, the entire crowd erupted.
"He succeeded with the seventh batch of medicinal ingredients too?"
"That makes no sense! From the first batch to the seventh, Jun Wangchen hasn't failed once. How is that possible?"
"Could he have refined the Fallen Seraph before?"
Cries of astonishment rose one after another.
Everyone found it unbelievable. After all, Jun Wangchen had not failed once, from his first batch of medicinal ingredients through his seventh.
His success rate could only be described as terrifying.
Fang Yiqian stared at Jun Wangchen, her gaze filled with conflicting emotions.
This young man had utterly surpassed her, both in talent and in his alchemy skills.
Mei Yuxiang's emotions churned as she and Jiang Yanhao stared blankly at Jun Wangchen, bitterness welling up inside them.
"Seven successes in a row? Impossible! There must be something wrong with his ingredients." Maseike clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, utterly unwilling to believe what he saw.
He looked toward Hall Master Zheng, only to find him staring straight at Jun Wangchen, his face equally shocked.
Clearly, Hall Master Zheng had not expected Jun Wangchen to succeed seven times in succession with the ingredients he had planted contaminants among.
Maseike suddenly gave a bleak laugh. He already had his answer.
By then, Jun Wangchen was refining the eighth batch of medicinal ingredients.
Everyone watched him without blinking. A minute later, the Alchemical Furnace's lid opened, and a rich pill fragrance flooded the area.
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