Chapter 392
The game begins
Long Yuyao gritted her teeth. She couldn't just send the spiritual medicine to him at this moment, so she could only bite the bullet and continue to refine it.
She knew she was going to lose this round, and could only pray that the old man Fentian would suddenly make a mistake, causing the alchemy to fail.
As Long Yuyao began to refine the elixir, the remaining alchemists who had even fewer spiritual medicines could only grit their teeth and continue refining with bitter faces.
The time to collect elixirs is too short. Without killing people for treasures, most alchemists simply cannot put together a recipe for elixirs.
Especially the poor alchemist who gave all his spiritual medicines to the genius with the same surname, and was left with only some obviously useless garbage spiritual medicines, and there were only a few of them at that time.
What can this be used to refine?
With bitter faces, they could only throw the few elixirs on the table into the alchemy furnace, ready to throw all the herbs into the pot.
In fact, any random medicinal herbs thrown into the alchemy furnace can make pills, but these randomly made pills have no medicinal effects and may even be poisonous.
It is no problem for them to make the elixir, but they can forget about getting a passing grade.
At this time, everyone had started to refine the elixir, except Long Xuan, who stood out from the crowd and sat there with his eyes closed. He was out of tune with the people around him and attracted the attention of all the judges.
All the judges frowned slightly at this time.
"The amount of spiritual medicine he has is far less than that of Feng Jiu and Qin Dan. He is bound to lose this round."
"I hope he doesn't fall asleep. He only has one day to refine the pill. If he exceeds the time limit, he will get zero points." Feng Tiancheng sneered.
"What do you mean there is still one day left for alchemy? You must have remembered it wrong. They came out early. To be precise, everyone has three and a half days to make the alchemy."
"It's still early, let him sleep for a while. He might be tired." Long Xiaoyao remembered that Long Xuan needed time to convey his message to him, so he said sarcastically.
"Humph! So what if we give him three more days? Three days will allow him to increase the number of spiritual medicines. I want to see how much more trouble he can make."
Feng Tiancheng showed disdain, looked at Long Xiaoyao and said: "Since you are so confident in him, how about we have another bet?"
"Let's bet on five of our own best-grade Gu worms. It's still the same old rules. The alchemist with the highest score will be the winner."
Feng Tiancheng felt that he had a sure win in this round, so he immediately proposed a bet. People who lose in gambling often want to get their money back, and the more they lose, the more they want to gamble. At this moment, he wanted to get back the five top-grade poisonous insects that he had lost before.
However, thinking that Long Xiaoyao would never agree to this losing bet, he immediately said:
"You should understand that if an accident occurs in the medicine world, the time for refining the elixir can be three days or one day, and both are acceptable. The final right of interpretation belongs to me."
"I think most of the judges will not be willing to wait for three days. If you agree to this bet, then I will reluctantly agree to increase the time for alchemy to three days."
Long Xiaoyao glared at him angrily. How could he see that he was confident about this round? The Long family was definitely going to lose this round.
He really knows how to pick opportunities and propose a bet when he is sure to win. Do you really think you are stupid enough to accept such a bet?
However, thinking of what Long Xuan had said in his ear before, he hesitated for a moment.
Although Long Xuan's chances of winning are extremely low, the outcome of this alchemy competition is too important to the Long family, and it even concerns the life and death of the entire family.
Even if the chance of winning is less than one in ten thousand, he still wants to fight for it at all costs. What if a miracle happens?
Whatever, those five top-grade poisonous insects were not his. They were won by himself. Even if he lost them, the worst that could happen was that he would just return them. He would not suffer any loss.
With this mentality, Long Xiaoyao immediately decided to gamble. He turned his head to look at Feng Tiancheng and sneered:
"You want to bet with me again? You lost five of my life-definition Gu worms to me before. Are you sure you still have five of them? Don't try to get something for nothing."
Seeing Long Xiaoyao taking the bait, Feng Tiancheng was secretly delighted and immediately said, "As the chief alchemist of a country, am I short of money? Isn't it easy to refine more than ten life-definition Gu worms?"
"Don't talk about me. You must have more than ten top-grade poisonous insects on you. You and I are equally famous. How can my collection be worse than yours?"
Long Xiaoyao teased, "Of course I know your wealth, but no matter how rich you are, if you lose ten of your life-defining Gu worms, you will become a waste, right?"
"I heard you have a lot of enemies. You will become useless by then. You'd better be careful when walking on the road at night."
"Don't worry about that. Do you really think I can still lose this round? I want to make back my money." Feng Tiancheng clenched his fists.
Thinking of the five life-saving poisonous insects he had lost before, he felt a pang of heartache.
In the Tianfeng Empire, the Phoenix Emperor is the strongest on the surface, but he is old and has not much time left to live. His blood has long been exhausted and his fighting power has only been reduced to one tenth of what it was.
Therefore, he was actually the strongest man in the Tianfeng Empire. However, he had lost five of his life-saving poisonous insects in a bet with Long Xiaoyao, which led to a significant drop in his combat effectiveness.
Unfortunately, the four evil men attacked at this time, and with his strength severely damaged, how could he be a match for the leader of the four evil men?
This resulted in the Black Mountain Old Man being left without anyone to check him, and injuring Queen Feng. The Feng clan's strong men could no longer withstand the offensive of the four evil men, and were eventually defeated. They left behind a bunch of Gu Kings, allowing the four men to escape with laughter.
Otherwise, given his prime condition, it would not have been so easy for the four evil men to escape.
Thinking of this, Feng Tiancheng was furious and regretted it so much that he secretly sighed that gambling harmed people and the country. Now that he had made back his money, he would never gamble again. …
At this time, in Long Xuan’s spiritual world.
He looked at the paper created by magic in his hand, not knowing how to start.
He didn't have many materials at hand. Even if he was asked to create his own recipe, he would have a feeling he had no idea where to start due to the limited materials.
Even if a new recipe is created, what does it matter? Will the elixir made with the new recipe be more valuable than those two?
Long Xuan was not very confident and had no idea at all.
The miraculous degree of the elixir's efficacy must be related to the materials used. If the materials are ordinary, it is impossible to refine a miraculous elixir no matter what.
He has a bunch of recipes for pills that can induce strange phenomena, but which recipe has the main ingredient of more than ten grades?
The Heaven-Defying Pill that can bring about a thunderbolt is made from the fruit of the only sacred tree in the world.
It is certain that with the spiritual herbs he has collected, it is impossible for him to create any miraculous elixir recipe.
The problem now lies here. Because of the large number of elixirs in the hands of Patriarch Fentian and Qin Dan, the overall quality of the materials selected for alchemy will definitely surpass his by a lot.
The gap in material quality is too great to be made up with prescriptions.
Long Xuan frowned and thought hard for a long time. Just when he was about to worry himself to death, his mind suddenly opened up and he came up with a brilliant idea.
The reason why he is now at a disadvantage is that the quality of his materials is significantly different from that of his opponent.
What if I could make up for the difference in material quality? Or even make the quality of my own medicine materials far better than my competitors?
Long Xuan's eyes lit up at this moment. He suddenly thought, who stipulated that spiritual medicine must be used to make pills? Can I make pills without spiritual medicine?
Of course, what if I use elixirs to make pills?
This is a really good idea, very creative.
The quality of the elixir must surpass that of spiritual medicine. If the elixir can really be used as a material for refining pills, then due to the influence of innate factors, the quality of the refined elixir will most likely be extremely high. It is not impossible to surpass the ancestor of Burning Heaven.
His idea at this time was to first refine the elixirs in his hand into various types of elixirs, and then use these elixirs as materials to refine another type of elixir.
He at least called this alchemy technique the art of combining elixirs.
The technique of using elixirs to make elixirs is absolutely unprecedented in this world, and no alchemist has ever thought of it. He has set a precedent in history.
If this method can really be realized, and the pill can be successfully refined outside using this method, it will surely shock all the judges and amaze all the onlookers.
This method will cause a sensation around the world and will form a new school of alchemy. Recipes using elixirs as ingredients will also be developed like mushrooms after a spring rain by various talented alchemists.
Such a famous thing made Long Xuan breathe faster. He secretly wondered how he could be so smart to come up with such a wonderful method of alchemy.
Long Xuan clapped his hands excitedly and immediately took action...
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At this time, outside, in a forest.
"puff!"
The old ghost Zangmo held onto a huge rock, spitting out blood, his eyes full of horror.
"Damn it! How can this Burning Heaven Patriarch be so strong! Even with the four evil men of mine joined forces, we are no match for this man! Is this the fighting power of the tenth demon on the wanted list?"
The old ghost Zangmo’s face turned ashen.
Just now, the four of them killed their way through 100,000 imperial guards and moved freely in Tianfeng City, which was full of powerful people. They stunned the eyes of all the onlookers and saw how high-spirited they were at that time.
However, they didn't expect that not long after the four evil men escaped, they were beaten by the Forefather Fentian alone.
In the battle just now, two of the four evil men died and two were injured. The Black Mountain Old Man and the White-Faced Scholar died on the spot. Only he and the Jade-Faced Rakshasa escaped by chance.
However, the two were already seriously injured at this time. He even had one of his arms burned by the heavenly fire, and most of the poisonous insects were burned to death. At this time, his combat effectiveness had dropped to freezing point.
"Damn it! There is always someone stronger than the strong. A figure as strong as Fentian Patriarch can only be ranked tenth on the Gu World's wanted list. What kind of people are in the top nine?"
"What kind of people are the ten supreme beings in the previous life? Compared with this group of truly powerful people, I am just a frog in the well. He was too arrogant and ignorant before."
The old ghost Zangmo had a solemn look on his face. He looked back worriedly, and when he saw that the old ancestor Fentian did not chase him, he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and ran forward again.
Patriarch Fentian obviously didn't believe that the Enlightenment Tea Tree had been accidentally burned. If he couldn't find the Enlightenment Tea Tree, he would not stop until he killed the two of them. (End of this chapter)