"Holy shit, Jing Wuhen is actually a third-tier Alchemy Master? No wonder he dared compete with Tang Yan."
"Jing Wuhen isn't an idiot. Sure, those peerless Divine Pills are incredible, but an Alchemy Master friend of mine said he appraised the pills Reach the Summit auctioned last time. That level is impossible without decades of alchemy experience.
"Obviously, Tang Yan couldn't have made them!"
As such news continued to spread, the way the people from the Northern District looked at Jing Wuhen gradually changed.
"Sorry, I thought Jing Wuhen had lost his mind. Turns out he's this clever! A third-tier Alchemy Master-isn't that even more unfair? They might as well fight; that would be fairer." The Northern District students below the platform laughed merrily.
No one, however, laughed more merrily than Qin Yue'er and her fellow Alchemy Masters.
Although they did not know exactly what tier Tang Yan's alchemy had reached, the skill he had shown them last time had already stunned these proud, arrogant Alchemy Masters.
An alchemy expert like him had actually called himself a lowly Alchemy Master?
Qin Yue'er and the others had to reassess just how thick Tang Yan's skin was.
"Don't dare compete?" Jing Wuhen pressed him again.
"Just because you tell me to compete, I have to? Wouldn't that leave me with no dignity? How about this? I'll compete with you, but we need something riding on it!" Tang Yan clamored.
"Name it."
"I can't make third-tier pills, and we're in the middle of a competition. Let's make something that takes less time, preferably a first-tier pill. You choose the kind. How's that?" Tang Yan asked.
"That's fine." Jing Wuhen had no objection. Although first-tier pills were simple, they could still fully reflect an Alchemy Master's skill.
"Then here's the wager. If you win,