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"This Soaring Dragon Pill is actually quite interesting. It actually follows someone else's strength and is able to increase their cultivation a bit," Heng Yanlin said as he refined the pill and looked at the pill in his hand. He slightly shook his head.

This situation, was actually something he did not expect. Although the pills here were a little behind, there were some special aspects that Heng Yanlin could not help but research.

All in all, some of the mysterious parts of this pill were pretty good. If he added some of its original medicinal pills into the mix, he would be able to create some unique medicinal pills.

He reckoned that Heng Yanlin was the one who created the pill. This kind of pill formula, if one obtained it in the Cultivation world, it would mean that there was a considerable amount of wealth in the storage ring.

It was a pity that all that money didn't amount to much to Heng Yanlin, as he had already started to view all those things lightly.

"How many pellets have you refined? I can see that there are still twenty or thirty pellets in front of you. This is extremely powerful."

Zhi Mei wiped off the sweat on her forehead and asked Heng Yanlin who was at her side. In her eyes, there was a trace of anticipation; up until now, she had already refined thirty-eight pellets.

With this kind of result, it was likely that she would be able to get a very good rank. If Heng Yanlin had a slightly lower number than her, perhaps that fruit would be hers.

She knew that a large portion of these things were just illusions. However, even if it was only illusions, she should have thought about it. If she was able to obtain that fruit, then her alchemy path would reach its peak in the future.

In the future, within the Yuan Family s, even if they completely flew away, they wouldn't receive anymore, and would still feel some disdain and ridicule.

Hearing that, Heng Yanlin turned to look at Zhi Mei, and then looked at the pill in his hand, "There are about 10, I do not have many."

Heng Yanlin truly did not have many pills, since they were all in the furnace, it could already be considered finished. He only had to place them inside to preserve the medicinal properties, so he needed to temper them a little more.

Originally, Heng Yanlin felt that the pills he had refined should be enough, but now that he thought about it, it seemed to be a little dangerous.

Initially, the servant did not want to bother with Heng Yanlin, but the moment she saw his gaze, her heart trembled, and she immediately walked over.

"What is it?"

Even though that servant had walked over, he still asked in an extremely impatient manner. Naturally, there was not the slightest good tone in his words.

Seeing this, Heng Yanlin raised his eyebrows, looking at the fellow in front of him, "Go and get me more medicinal ingredients, I have some use for them."

When the servant heard him, he subconsciously glanced at Heng Yanlin's table, seeing that the medicinal ingredients were indeed empty, he was slightly taken aback. Other people's medicinal ingredients still had a lot of leftover, but to Heng Yanlin, they were truly emptied out, and he did not know how he concocted them, but they were consumed so quickly.

The reason why he wanted to come to this place was to obtain the medicinal ingredients. However, when he noticed something, he stopped in his tracks, "Where is the medicinal pill that you refined? "Why don't you have a single pill, and yet you consume so many medicinal herbs?"

The servant looked at Heng Yanlin and frowned, then said.

Hearing that, Heng Yanlin looked at him impatiently: "Who cares where I leave the pills, hurry up and bring the ingredients over, are delaying me like this, wanting to delay my time to concoct the pill?"

When the servant heard this, he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood. This fellow, just a tiny bit of it, how many pills could he refine? He really did not know face.

Forget it, this was not something that a servant like him should handle. When the time came, there would naturally be people coming over to properly question Heng Yanlin.

Thinking about it, the servant snorted, then walked to the side and brought some medicinal ingredients for Heng Yanlin.

Heng Yanlin took the herbs, without being polite, he poured all of them into the pill furnace, without any preparation at all. It was just that the look he had was a bit like Heng Yanlin pouring out trash.

When some people noticed this scene, their mouths twitched. This fellow was really here to consume medicinal ingredients for the Lin Clan, there was no mistake. All of these medicinal ingredients were concentrated at one go, what kind of pill was he trying to concoct?

This was completely impossible. After these medicinal herbs were consumed, they would be refined and then merged together. Without the system's distribution, even pills would not be able to take shape.

With regards to this, as long as someone had concocted before, they would all know about it. Seeing Heng Yanlin concocting like that, everyone other than him could only shake their heads.

Zhi Mei was also surprised when he saw Heng Yanlin refining the pill, but when he thought about Heng Yanlin's teachings, his thoughts went blank. With Heng Yanlin's ability, wouldn't it be normal for things to be a little strange when refining pills?

Thinking up to here, she heaved a sigh of relief. She wanted to see how Heng Yanlin concocted the pill, but the problem was that she couldn't see anything after he merged the pill furnaces.

He did not know when he would be able to be as powerful as Heng Yanlin, or when he would be able to directly grab all the ingredients and put them inside.1

After Zhi Mei looked at it with slight envy, he retracted his gaze, looked at the pill furnace in front of him, and began to wholeheartedly refine his own pellets.

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, it was finally burnt out. A person at the front immediately stood out and announced that the time for pill refining was over.

At this moment, the old man appeared on the stage once again and looked at the alchemists below with a smile on his face. When he saw the Soaring Dragon Pill in their hands, the smile became even wider.

Originally, they had not made it in time. However, with the appearance of this competition, they could make use of this opportunity to refine a set of Soaring Dragon Pills. This was simply a windfall.

If something like this happened a few more times, their Lin Family would be able to rely on this to refine a lot of pills, and contain all the pills on the market.

Merely, he was thinking in that manner. However, there weren't that many fruits. Thus, he could only give up on them.

Although these fellows had a small chance of obtaining victory in the competition, if they were to succeed and fail, it would be a huge blow to their Lin Family.

"Now, let me be the host. I want to see who has the most medicinal pills, and whose the best ones. All of you should be the ones to have no objections, right?"

At this moment, the old man looked at the people below him and spoke plainly.

When he said these words, the crowd became slightly silent. In fact, they all knew that this old man was extremely unfriendly. It would be unfair if he were to be the one to preside over the matter.

However, the problem was that the situation was like this. They were in the Lin Family, and this fellow was an extremely famous apothecary. Even if they wanted to resist, they were unable to do so. What could they do?

That meant they could only wait for his judgement.

Seeing that the people below did not say a word, with a look of tacit approval, the old man's mouth twitched, his eyes swept across the place, and upon seeing Heng Yanlin, he revealed a cold smile.

This guy, he had already sent someone to investigate, so it was likely that an answer would appear before long. Under such a situation, he did not believe that Heng Yanlin would be able to be so unyielding at that time!

Following that, he looked at the page in front of Heng Yanlin's table, and the smile in his eyes became even wider, this guy, at this point, he still did not manage to concoct a single pill? How much of a waste was this!

Now let me inspect them one by one. The pills you have refined, one low-grade Soaring Dragon Pill, can be exchanged for two mid-grade Soaring Dragon Pills, and three mid-grade Soaring Dragon Pills can be exchanged for one high-level Soaring Dragon Pill.

At this time, the old man directly explained the rules. When the crowd heard this, they all looked at each other and shook their heads. This sort of rule was actually quite consistent.

Otherwise, under the situation where the quality was about the same, the outcome of this match would still be uncertain.

"Alright, then let's start with the apothecary before me."

Seeing that no one had any objections, the old man walked down and took the lead to walk in front of an alchemist as he started to count.

"Thirty-one low level pills and five intermediate level pills make up a total of forty-one low level pills. Those less than forty-one can leave now."

The old man looked at the pill in front of him and casually said a few words before a servant walked over and took the pill away. Following that, he left behind a piece of paper.

When the crowd heard this, their expressions changed slightly. Amongst them, they did not kill the young men. At this time, they shook their heads and went to find a servant. After taking out all the pills, they all retreated to the periphery.

There were already people who had more pills than them, and in such a situation, it would be meaningless for them to keep more. Instead, the old man would have to count more, and perhaps, they might not have enough pills.

Originally, the alchemist who had obtained such a large amount of pills had a happy expression on his face. Then, he proudly looked at the crowd around him and smiled even more as he saw those who had already left the stage.

However, when he saw that there were still many people left on the field, his expression turned ugly.

As long as these people were not lying, it was understandable that the number of medicinal pills refined by these people far surpassed his.

Thinking up to this point, his expression naturally couldn't get any better.

At this point of time, Zhi Mei was still staying here. It was likely that the other party had made more pills than the first pill refiner.

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