Refining pills was an extremely time-consuming undertaking.
As flames rose from the stone platforms in the sky above the square, time quietly slipped away.
Yet none of the Pill Gathering's spectators felt bored.
The auras that occasionally erupted from the contestants, or the alchemy techniques they displayed, would send gasps rippling through the crowd.
Five days passed, and most contestants had finished refining their medicinal ingredients. The medicinal fragrance grew even richer than before.
The alchemists who made it to the Pill Gathering's final stage were no ordinary practitioners. Even the weakest were sixth-rank alchemists, so refining the ingredients was not particularly difficult for them.
The most important part of pill refinement was fusing the various refined medicinal liquids and powders. This was the truly difficult step, and it usually consumed a great deal of time.
The barriers between the ingredients' medicinal properties were the hardest to break through. The slightest error could ruin the entire refinement attempt.
Thus, over those five days, many contestants made mistakes just as they began fusing the medicinal properties.
Even Xiao Yan made a slight error during fusion within those five days, wasting a set of ingredients.
If even an alchemist of Xiao Yan's caliber could make mistakes, what could be said of the others? Fortunately, they too had prepared plenty of ingredients, so they did not lose their right to compete.
Luckily, there was ample time, and they had brought more than one set of ingredients, so they still had time to begin a second attempt.
Xiao Yu found those five days utterly boring. After all, in his eyes, these people's alchemy was truly awful.
It was not that he was arrogant; if anything, he was quite modest. But facts were facts. If they really were rubbish, was Xiao Yu supposed to praise