More than eight hundred alchemists had passed the first round, but after the second round, those original eight hundred-plus alchemists had been reduced to fewer than a hundred.
On the square, the densely packed refining platforms had dwindled to only a handful, and the remaining platforms had been expanded to three times their original size, with even greater distance between them.
The one who came up this time was Lu Chen, the Lu Clan Old Ancestor from the Song and Lu clans. With wings of Purple-black Flame on his back, he arrived before Ye Chen and the others and laughed in a clear voice, "Heh heh, little fellows, congratulations on making it this far. Passing the first two stages of the competition has already proven your strength. However, there can only be one champion, so next, show your best side and prove that you are the strongest one..."
"I announce that the third round of the competition begins now!"
As his words fell, the sea of spectators outside the square instantly erupted into thunderous roars.
The third round was very simple. All competitors could refine whatever pill they wished, but the formula and Medicinal Materials they used had to be prepared by themselves...
Perhaps someone might ask, what if an alchemist had enough ability but lacked the corresponding high-grade formula and Medicinal Materials?
Then Lu Chen could only tell you: tough luck!
High-grade formulas and Medicinal Materials were also a reflection of an alchemist's strength. If you did not have the ability to obtain these things yourself, then you could only blame your own misfortune.
Perhaps this was somewhat unfair to some truly genius rogue cultivators, but this world had never been fair to begin with.
If you wanted fairness, then choose a major faction and join it!
Following Lu