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Hearing Xun'er's teasing, Zi Yan was also somewhat helpless, resting her chin on her hand: "Actually, I can control myself now, but I can't help it, it smells just too good. I don't believe any Ancient Dragon of the Void can resist this temptation."
Then, as if she had discovered something, Zi Yan asked Xun'er, "Xun'er, look! What's that on those people from the Medicine Clan? They smell even better!"
Xun'er looked over at the sound and saw that the four members of the Medicine Clan, including Yao Dan, each had faint specks of light on their bodies. Although she didn't know the purpose of these specks, there were quite a few of them, and they were slowly gathering together and obediently entering the medicine cauldron. The middle-aged beauty, however, did not have this strange phenomenon.
"This is called Spirit Infusion, an exclusive ability of the Medicine Clan. It allows one to passively absorb and control spiritual energy, channeling it into the pill, which greatly aids in its formation."
Upon hearing this, Zi Yan said with slight worry, "If you put it that way, won't it be very difficult for Xiao Yan and the others to win?"
Upon hearing this, Xun'er showed no sign of anxiety. Instead, she smiled and said, "Yes, it's very difficult to surpass the Medicine Clan in alchemy, but I believe he can do it."
In fact, Lei Jingxiao was also sitting next to Zi Yan and Xun'er. Ever since the Lei Clan's succession battle ended, he had been silent and speechless.
Xiao Yan knew his past experiences and understood why his brother was suffering, so he deliberately let him process it on his own.
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The Medicine Clan's innate abilities are indeed quite terrifying; the ever-accumulating spiritual energy makes them increasingly adept at refining.
The members of the Medicine Clan were located relatively close to each other, and the speed at which their spiritual energy gathered even subtly resonated with each other. This level of fluctuation was detected by all the alchemists present.
"Fortunately, the current abundance of battle qi and spiritual energy is a good thing. Otherwise, the Medicine Clan could have eliminated nearly half of the competitors with this ability alone."
It's important to understand that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is extremely scarce. If someone uses a little, others will have less. If the Medicine Clan were to use such methods to forcibly seize and plunder, no one else could compete with them.
Xiao Yan was one of the few people who didn't pay attention to these things. It wasn't that he didn't want to see them, but that he simply didn't have the time.
This was his first time formally refining a ninth-grade pill. His entire mind was immersed in the small space of the pharmacopoeia, methodically refining one medicinal herb after another.
The vast amount of experience in one's mind is, after all, indirectly obtained from the Bodhi Tree, and there is still an extremely subtle gap between it and real experience.
Xiao Yan had to devote all his attention to it in order to ensure that he did not make any serious mistakes.
Fortunately, his strength had reached the level of a three-star Dou Sheng, his internal Dou Qi was extremely abundant, and his soul had reached the late stage of the Heavenly Realm, giving him a considerable margin for error. In that short period of time, he forcefully controlled both mistakes that occurred.
The only time Xiao Yan was distracted was when he looked up in the direction of Yao Lao. Since his resurrection, Yao Lao had been immersed in alchemy. His alchemy skills were now much better than Xiao Yan's, and he was methodically processing his medicinal herbs.
Xiao Yan immediately dismissed all his superfluous thoughts, meticulously controlling the temperature of the flames. He mechanically tossed the herbs into the strange fire one by one, allowing the instantaneous burst of high temperature to evaporate the excess impurities contained in these spiritual herbs, leaving only the essence he desired.
Everyone in the entire arena was doing the same, only their speed and rhythm varied slightly. Alchemy was a troublesome task, requiring considerable meticulousness and patience.
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Wei Jiangyuan looked at his medicine cauldron, the Bishan Cauldron, which had been with him for more than ten years and had helped him refine countless pills.
The strange fire in his hand was the Flame of Life, ranked fifth on the Strange Fire Ranking. He had thought about finding a strange fire many times, but never thought he would possess it.
The medicine cauldron came from his teacher, Shennong, and the strange fire also came from his teacher!
The old man adopted him, raised him, and now he is pouring everything he has into him.
"I will die someday, and then you will inherit my mantle!"
The fact that Shennong, the old man, said these words to Wei Jiangyuan fully demonstrates that no one can replace Wei Jiangyuan in his heart.
At this moment, Wei Jiangyuan himself did not understand why he was thinking about these things, since having distracting thoughts was not conducive to refining pills.
He immediately focused his attention, staring intently at the green pill inside his medicine cauldron. The surrounding spiritual energy was abundant, constantly flowing into the cauldron under his control. His soul carefully sensed everything within the cauldron, knowing that this pill had reached its final stage.
Wei Jiangyuan also knew what all this meant to him: after successfully refining the ninth-grade pill, he would truly advance to the ninth grade!
Wei Jiangyuan felt his hands trembling uncontrollably. Countless people had told him he was talented, and he had once believed it wholeheartedly. But during that alchemy competition, that slender figure taught Wei Jiangyuan a lesson with his success: there are always people more capable than you, and the sky's the limit.
After that, Wei Jiangyuan tried his best to catch up with him, only to find that he was falling further and further behind. Even his confidence in breaking through to the ninth rank was weakened by repeated setbacks.
Those laughs, those playful moments, those nonchalant attitudes—that's where his true feelings are hidden!
No true genius would willingly sit behind another, and Wei Jiangyuan was no exception. He tried countless methods, but he could never escape that figure; it was practically his inner demon!
Or rather, his inner demon is his former fearless self.
Fortunately, his teacher had enough faith in him and helped him step by step. Now, even the ninth-ranked man can no longer stop him!
"Even though the gap between us is insurmountable, I'm already far stronger than many others, Xiao Yan. I won't compete with you, but I just want an answer. I want to prove myself! I, too, am a genius!"
Wei Jiangyuan suddenly said in a deep voice, then he pointed two fingers at the medicine cauldron, and the Bishan Medicine Cauldron opened with a bang, revealing a delicate and perfect green pill that flew into the sky.
In mid-air, the pill even transformed into the shape of a young girl, whose features resembled those of Xun'er and Yaoling.
The moment the pill appeared, the originally colorful thunderclouds in the sky changed instantly.
What followed was dark clouds and silver lightning, with what appeared to be dragons and tigers stirring within the clouds—a symbol of the transformation of the Dan Lei (a type of lightning).
Bolts of lightning instantly struck the ninth-grade pill. Wei Jiangyuan himself was only a one-star Dou Sheng, and refining this ninth-grade pill had already exhausted almost all of his mental energy. He no longer had the strength to withstand the terrifying ninth-grade pill lightning.
However, he didn't need to worry about that. A figure in the audience instantly flew out and arrived directly above Wei Jiangyuan.
Lei Jingxiao!