Two hours later, Li Huazhong waved his hand and withdrew the medicinal rattan cushions beneath the six of them.
Aside from Yang Yuanzhao and He Xinxian, the other four had all failed to pass the third-tier assessment.
The greatest pity was the pill cultivator with the highest cultivation, who had reached Spiritual Connection Perfection.
With three quarters of an hour remaining before the time limit, he had in fact successfully drawn the attention of a strand of Pill-Breath Spiritual Resonance.
Yet he was already advanced in years, his comprehension truly somewhat lacking, and he had no great fortune upon him. In the end, he still failed to draw that spiritual resonance out of the valley.
However, compared to the other three, who had not even guided the breath of the hundred herbs into their bodies, this old pill master had already gained greatly from this journey.
Having absorbed into his body the breath of medicinal ingredients personally refined by Li Huazhong, the Medicine God Who Hangs the Pot, he would only need to refine it gradually in the future to make further progress on the path of alchemy. He might even have hope of later striking at the True Intent Realm.
"Fellow Daoist He, I never expected that both of us would obtain the good fortune of this spiritual resonance. What a cause for celebration! It seems the fate between us still has more to be written."
Yang Yuanzhao, having passed the Three-Tier Alchemy Assembly's assessment, was beaming with delight. He turned and offered He Xinxian a formal salute in congratulations.
"Ah... yes, yes, yes! Being able to pass the Alchemy Assembly's assessment alongside Fellow Daoist is indeed something worth celebrating!"
Hearing this, He Xinxian hurriedly concealed the somewhat unnatural expression on her face. She forced a smile and exchanged