The alchemy finally began.
Three or four hundred alchemists sat cross-legged, hundreds of giant furnaces standing tall in the square, creating an awe-inspiring sight.
Boom!
With a collective explosion ringing out, flames surged beneath each alchemy furnace. The alchemists quickly placed their prepared materials into the furnaces.
Their movements were uniform and swift.
Ye Qingchen took out the Crimson Mist Cauldron and, amidst the soft crackle of flames, began crafting his pill.
As the young alchemists in the field began their work, the surrounding whispers came to a halt. Most gazes fixed on these young alchemists, occasionally nodding in praise upon seeing newcomers demonstrating good control.
"Dongfang Yu is making the Nether Snake Pill this time. It seems his alchemy skills have improved significantly recently; maybe he can finally erase his past shame!"
"Zhou Long Army is crafting the Fire Condensing Pill, which is just as challenging as the Dragon and Tiger Pill!"
"Oh, Ye Qingchen is crafting the Profound Celestial Pill, a Profound Grade Top pill. Can he truly succeed?"
Although.
Each alchemist was placed in separate areas. However, they could still see each other.
After placing the materials into the furnace, Zhou Long Army sealed it with a lid, glancing at Ye Qingchen with a sarcastic smile before suddenly standing and forming a hand seal.
Boom!
A dazzling flame erupted from beneath the furnace, casting flickering light on his sinister face.
"What’s he doing?"
Qin Wentian, who had been wary of Zhou Long Army, asked softly.
"He’s accelerating the refinement to trigger a wave of medicinal power prematurely, aiming to attack Ye Qingchen. The more potent the medicinal power in his furnace, the stronger the explosion!" Kong Shun explained.
Ye Qing covered her mouth in fear, "Will my brother be in danger?"
"Ye Qingchen should have prepared for this and chose the highest-grade Profound Celestial Pill. Its medicinal power is stronger than the Fire Condensing Pill by a margin, hence Zhou Long Army might not succeed!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Kong Shun’s worry did not lessen and kept glancing towards another corner of the square.
If Zhou Long Army were alone, Ye Qingchen might handle it—but with a scheming Dongfang Yu joining, the situation turned uncertain!
Meanwhile, around.
Many cultivators looked bewildered.
They did not understand or know how an alchemist could kill.
Additionally, amidst so many people, Zhou Long Army seemed incapable of dealing with Ye Qingchen!
Boom!
Another explosion sounded.
Seeing Zhou Long Army’s furnace buzzing, potent medicinal power emerged from around the furnace, surging like flames, reaching a peak of crimson red, resembling turbulent flames.
"Such powerful medicinal power indicates he has activated all the Spiritual Qi within the Spirit Grass in less than half a stick of incense!"
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
Many veteran alchemists showed disbelief.
If it were them, they couldn’t achieve this in half an hour.
The crowd hurriedly watched on.
Zhou Long Army continued forming seals, stimulating the medicinal power within the furnace, causing the red flames to rise higher, reaching a height of seven or eight meters before waving his hand.
"Wow!"
The crowd watched in horror.
This concentrated medicinal power, like a flooding dam, surged towards Ye Qingchen.
"External release of medicinal power; he’s aiming to overwhelm Ye Qingchen’s furnace power!"
At this moment.
Many senior alchemists displayed grave expressions, regardless of status.
Even many cultivators widened their eyes.
Even if they weren’t familiar with alchemy, they guessed what Zhou Long Army intended.
One must know.
Alchemy seems peaceful but is highly dangerous.
The medicinal power inside a furnace is like hot oil; even without external interference, risks abound, hence tales of alchemists dying in furnace explosions are common.
Such a medicinal power is harmless to ordinary people and even beneficial. But to an alchemist, it can be fatal. Once it contacts an alchemist’s furnace, like a spark, it can explode instantly, especially with such a terrifying medicinal power?
"Zhou Long Army, what are you doing?" Xia Cangliu, visibly shocked by the unfolding situation, shouted.
Mu Shanhe slightly furrowed his brow and said indifferently, "Alchemist Xia, this is just personal grievances among the juniors. As a senior, you have no reason to intervene, do you?"
Xia Cangliu hesitated upon hearing this.
This was a matter among juniors, and as a senior, especially since Mu Shanhe hadn’t intervened directly, what position did he have to step in?
Boom!
Almost simultaneously.
Dongfang Yu, from another side of the square, slapped his furnace fiercely. From above the furnace burst forth a powerful black medicinal force, which upon emerging, morphed into a black venomous snake.
As soon as the snake appeared, it rushed towards Ye Qingchen’s furnace, ready to bite!
"Dongfang Yu!"
Witnessing this, Kong Shun slammed the table angrily.
He suspected Dongfang Yu’s treachery long ago.
Indeed.
At this moment, he couldn’t hold back any longer and targeted Ye Qingchen simultaneously!
More turmoil erupted around.
No one expected Zhou Long Army and Dongfang Yu to simultaneously challenge Ye Qingchen, observing him as if examining a dead man.
If Ye Qingchen couldn’t protect his furnace, he would surely end up dead!
No matter how high Ye Qingchen’s cultivation, he couldn’t withstand the explosion from the three conflicting forces of medicinal power!
"Haha, easy! It’s done!"
Mu Shanhe laughed heartily.
He initially thought more effort would be needed but unexpectedly, Zhu Tao, Dongfang Yu, and his disciples decided to intervene, compounding the downfall effortlessly!
"No matter how talented you are in both martial and alchemy, what of it? A dead genius doesn’t deserve the title!"
Zhu Tao’s eyes lowered, revealing a trace of satisfaction. His long-standing envy towards Kong Shun couldn’t be directly acted upon, but he could kill Ye Qingchen to ease his hatred.
Dongfang Yu and Zhou Long Army also showed vicious expressions.
Both suffered losses at Ye Qingchen’s hands; one harbored deep resentment, while the other was freshly wronged, both wishing to grind his bones to ash.
"Brother!"
Ye Qing cried out.
Qin Wentian’s pupils contracted, realizing it was already too late to act.
Alchemists killing.
Act silently, but when acted, it’s earth-shattering; these bizarre means exceed his imagination.
With the crowd saddened, no one believed Ye Qingchen could escape this disaster.
Sitting before the furnace, Ye Qingchen lifted his eyes and suddenly slapped the Crimson Mist Cauldron.
He shouted deeply:
"Rise!"
In an instant.
The flames surrounding the furnace erupted, transforming into two dragon-like figures, soaring into the sky amidst countless shocked gazes, scorching flames sweeping across the square.
Ye Qingchen stood before the furnace, draped in glowing light, resembling Zhurong reborn.