Eight Heavenly Snow Elixirs from a single pill furnace, truly dazzling all onlookers.
Just moments ago, those discussing Jing Yan’s potential loss of the Longevity Pill Recipe had all obediently shut their mouths.
This was a Ninth-level Elixir, not a mere First-level Elixir.
And even if we’re talking about First-level Elixirs, producing eight pills in one batch is extremely difficult.
Among the high-level alchemists here, there were indeed quite a few; out of over three thousand Pill Masters, there were at least several hundred high-level ones. But in their lifetimes, how many had ever managed to refine eight pills in a single batch? Perhaps none of them had ever achieved such a feat.
Amidst the silence of the crowd, the Seven-colored Flowing Light generated by the Law slowly faded, assimilating into the Elixirs.
With a sweep of his arm, driven by Primordial Energy, Jing Yan brought the eight pills to Gui Yang’s view.
Jing Yan didn’t even bother to inspect the quality of the pills, for he had known the outcome before they were even taken out of the Pill Furnace; there was no need to check.
Gui Yang, on the other hand, seemed barely able to contain himself.
At this moment, Gui Yang was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, desperate to see how many of Jing Yan’s eight Elixirs had reached perfect quality.
Seeing Jing Yan flick the pills towards him, he didn’t waste any time in verifying them.
"Still perfect quality!"
"Another perfect one!"
Gui Yang murmured to himself while verifying the quality of the Elixirs.
After validating the second pill, Gui Yang knew he was likely to lose the contest. He had refined six pills, with two reaching perfect quality and the remaining four being first-class.
And Jing Yan had produced eight pills – if just two reached perfect quality, Gui Yang’s chances of victory became near zero. Unless, the rest were below first-class quality, or only one or two achieved that standard.
And when the third pill was also confirmed to have perfect quality, Gui Yang’s heart sank completely; he knew he had definitely lost.
"Perfect... quality!" Gui Yang continued validating Jing Yan’s refined Elixirs.
Moments later, after finishing the validation process, Gui Yang took a deep breath and stared at Jing Yan in astonishment.
If not for witnessing it himself, he would never have believed that these eight Elixirs could come from the same Pill Furnace.
Eight pills in a single batch, all achieving perfect quality.
Who would believe it, had they not seen it with their own eyes?
Gui Yang struggled to raise his eyebrows, looking at Jing Yan with a blank mind, not knowing what to say.
Before the contest, Gui Yang had truly not anticipated losing to Jing Yan.
In the realm of Alchemy Dao, Gui Yang was extremely confident. Three hundred years ago, when he was still in the Pill Country, he was the number one alchemist on the Continent.
Over the three hundred years in seclusion, Gui Yang had continued to progress in Alchemy Dao. Before going into hiding, he had been unable to refine Ninth-level Elixirs of perfect quality, yet after over three hundred years in the Despair Abyss, his ability had greatly improved.
But now, facing Jing Yan, he had been completely defeated.
Indeed, it was a complete defeat, without the slightest room for dispute.
Jing Yan had maintained a smile while watching Gui Yang.
"Guiyang Great Pill King," Jing Yan asked, "just how would you rate the quality of this batch of Elixirs I’ve refined?"
Gui Yang had not spoken, and the crowd around, growing impatient, was still holding back from urging him on. It was Gu Xianlun, the Supreme Elder of the Gai Family, who was the first to ask.
When Jing Yan produced the eight Elixirs, Gu Xianlun was somewhat flabbergasted. As the Law descended again upon this batch of Elixirs, Gu Xianlun began to feel chilled. Still, he held onto a sliver of hope.
What if only one of Jing Yan’s Elixirs was of perfect quality?
What if the rest of Jing Yan’s pills were Third or Second Grade? There was still hope.
Truthfully, Gu Xianlun also knew the hope was slim. Being able to refine eight pills in one batch was enough to prove something; Ghost Hand Gui Yang’s chance of victory was already fading.
But until the results were announced, Gu Xianlun had held onto that bit of hope. So, when Gui Yang delayed announcing the verdict, Gu Xianlun couldn’t help but prompt him.
Hearing Gu Xianlun’s voice, Gui Yang turned, gave him a glance, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
At that moment, all the Pill Masters and Martial Artists present were watching Gui Yang, waiting for him to announce the results of Hall Master Jing Yan’s batch of Elixirs.
"All eight pills have reached perfect quality," said Ghost Hand Gui Yang with a bitter smile.
His voice was not loud, but amplified by Primordial Energy, it was heard clearly by everyone present.
Gasps of shock, like a tidal wave, resounded across the vast square.
Every one of the eight Heavenly Snow Elixirs was of perfect quality?
What kind of monster was Hall Master Jing Yan? Could he even be human?
No! He was a god, a Pill God!
Even before the epoch of the Human Gods’ War, Hall Master Jing Yan would undoubtedly be the pinnacle alchemist in this world.
If one could forge good relations with Hall Master Jing Yan, if one could seek his help in refining Elixirs, then...
Practitioners from the Dao Emperor Realm began to fervently mull over their options, especially the Loose Cultivators among them, who had already made a decision at that moment.
"Choosing to come out of seclusion this time was truly wise!"
"At the start, I didn’t want to leave seclusion to attend this Pill Conferencing, thankfully, I wound up coming. Nearly missed it!"
"After five hundred years of seclusion, I almost lost out on such an opportunity. In this life, do I truly have a hope for reaching the Saint Realm?"
Several practitioners at the Peak of the Dao Emperor Realm condensed their gaze towards Jing Yan, as thoughts raced through their minds.
Some of them had already been at the Dao Emperor Realm Peak a thousand years ago. Having tried countless methods without finding a way to break through, they opted for seclusion, hoping to succeed within their lifetimes. Yet they knew the hope was slim, nearly nonexistent.
Yet, coming out of seclusion this time, they saw hope anew. Though still slim, with even a one in ten thousand chance, how could they let it slip by?
Practitioners in the Dao Emperor Realm had life spans of two thousand years. But once one ascended to the Saint Path, lifespan would explode through a breakthrough.
According to ancient Classics, the lifespan of someone in the Saint Realm was almost infinite. Living for tens of thousands of years was nothing out of the ordinary.
Among these people, Wan Zhonghua, the Ancestor of the Wan Family, was undoubtedly one of the most excited.
Presently, he was not thinking about stepping into the Saint Realm. But he was eager to advance to the status of a Great Alchemist King! With Jing Yan’s abilities and a few pointers on Alchemy Dao, could he also have a chance at becoming a Great Pill King?