Drip, drip...
Sweat slid down his cheeks, fell straight to the floor, and shattered.
Ren Ye stood beside the metal-labeled medicine cabinet, thinking for three or four minutes. During that time, the temperature inside the hall had soared until the heat became unbearably stifling.
The Alchemical Furnace standing in the Main Hall was like a blazing sun, radiating intense, scorching heat.
At the entrance, the Academy Head Disciple stood smiling without a word, watching Ren Ye as though he had everything under control.
"Ugh...!"
Ren Ye loosened his collar, his expression intensely focused, but his body remained motionless.
There was no way he could fail to feel the temperature continuing to rise. In fact, he had already guessed this trial's "hard-and-fast rule."
The Star Gate had warned him, "Many arrogant fools have turned to ashes here..." That sentence was very subtle, just like Old Liu's dick: it was hard not to notice.
Although this trial had no time limit, the temperature inside the hall would undoubtedly keep rising until it was hot enough to "burn someone alive."
In other words, he had to find the five correct medicinal ingredients and throw them into the Alchemical Furnace before he burned to death.
But he knew perfectly well that the more urgent things became, the less he could afford to panic or act recklessly. He had to use his head and think before acting, or he would only screw himself over.
Beside the cabinet, he wiped the sweat off his cheeks, his mind working furiously.
First, there were five whole medicine cabinets in this hall, with over four hundred drawers of various sizes. Without a Pill Recipe, picking the five missing ingredients from all those drawers... was even harder than turning two yuan into five million.
Don't rush. Let's work through this...