Chapter 2301: Blurred Eyes

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's gaze instantly turned to Ye Bufan.

Generally speaking, Alchemists are extremely rare, and those Alchemists with few Medical skills are even rarer, like a Phoenix feather or a Dragon scale.

Instead of competing in Medical skill, Ge Yangming proposed to compete in Alchemy, which was a bit of a tall order.

In their view, for Ye Bufan, being so young and proficient in one Medical skill was already commendable; how could he also be a high-ranking Alchemist?

Many people thought Ye Bufan would refuse, but unexpectedly, he nodded very readily, "I said you can choose; as long as it's a Medical skill, I can crush you!"

“Hiss…”

A series of gasps immediately sounded around them. Could this Young man also be an Alchemist?

But how was that possible? How old was he? Even if he started learning from birth, he couldn't possibly master so many things.

"Arrogant. I hope you can still be arrogant in a moment."

Ge Yangming then said to Zhao Huiying, "This time, I'll have to trouble the Grand Manager to act as a notary again."

"No problem!"

Zhao Huiying was not averse to such matters and readily agreed.

Firstly, he had some friendship with Ge Yangming, and secondly, he wanted to see how Heaven-Defying this Young man truly was.

He said to the two of them, "Gentlemen, how shall we compete in Alchemy?"

Ge Yangming said, "I'm a bit embarrassed to keep troubling the Grand Manager to act as a notary.

How about this: we each refine a Pill Furnace of Medicinal Pills, and the Grand Manager can choose any one. Whoever's Medicinal Pill is chosen will be the winner."

“This…”

Zhao Huiying was stunned, not expecting Ge Yangming to give him such great authority.

For him, it was an absolute stroke of luck. After all, a Medicinal Pill refined by someone like the Tianqiong Medical Saint, even a single one, was priceless.

Normally, he couldn't even beg for them, let alone choose them himself.

However, this judging standard was too vague, easily allowing for manipulation, lacking credibility, and making it difficult to convince people.

He looked at Ye Bufan: "Young doctor, what's your opinion?"

"I'm fine with anything. I already said, as long as Doctor Ge proposes how to compete, it's fine."

Ye Bufan appeared completely unconcerned, as if he hadn't noticed anything improper about this judging method.

Seeing that the other party had truly agreed, Ge Yangming felt a surge of ecstasy.

He was an extremely vain person, and the title of Tianqiong Medical Saint had brought him endless benefits over the years.

Because of this, today's competition (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) must not be lost, otherwise, his future prestige and status would plummet.

And Ye Bufan's two consecutive performances had brought him immense pressure. In this third round, he could only win, not lose.

Now that Ye Bufan had agreed to compete with him in Alchemy and accepted this judging method, he was already in an unbeatable position.

The title of Tianqiong Medical Saint was not an empty one, and his strength had recently improved, allowing him to refine an eighth-Rank Void Essence Pill.

This Medicinal Pill could be said to be the highest Rank among eighth-Rank Medicinal Pills, able to help Void Tempering Stage experts improve their cultivation. Its value was naturally self-evident, and it held immense allure for Void Tempering Stage experts.

Zhao Huiying was now at the Void Tempering Late Stage, only a step away from the Peak. If he obtained this Medicinal Pill, he could immediately improve his cultivation. As long as the other party wasn't a fool, he would naturally choose his Medicinal Pill.

Furthermore, given their private friendship, even if Ye Bufan could also refine a Void Essence Pill, he would still choose his own.

It had to be said, this old fellow was truly cunning and treacherous, with endless calculations in every move.

As the Grand Manager of the imperial family, Zhao Huiying was also a deep-minded person and saw all of this clearly.

But since Ye Bufan, the party involved, didn't object, he naturally wouldn't say anything.

"Since both of you have no objections, the competition officially begins now."

At his command, several maidservants immediately came from behind Ge Yangming, cleared an area, and brought out an ancient Pill Furnace to begin Alchemy.

He sat before the Pill Furnace, throwing herbs one by one into the Pill Furnace to refine and purify them.

As a Medical Saint renowned throughout Tianqiong State, he indeed possessed some skill. His movements were fluid and graceful, and every gesture exuded the Aura of a master.

Seeing his series of operations, a chorus of praise erupted around them. As expected of the Tianqiong Medical Saint, he truly had the demeanor of a grand master.

But then, everyone was surprised to find that although Ye Bufan also sat down, he didn't take out a Pill Furnace; instead, he took out a tea set and began brewing tea.

“Uh…”

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was happening. Had he given up from the start?

If it weren't for his previous stunning performance, someone might have already stepped forward to question him.

Zhao Huiying frowned: "Young doctor, what is the meaning of this? Why haven't you started Alchemy yet?"

Ye Bufan said, "Oh, you mean that? Old Man Ge is old and frail, with dim eyes, and his Alchemy speed is so slow. I'll let him take his time.

Otherwise, what if I finish (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) and he still hasn't produced a single Medicinal Pill, gets agitated, and something bad happens?"

“This…”

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Just now, Ge Yangming proposed giving him ten breaths of time, and everyone thought it was reasonable, as he had been famous for many years.

But now, a Young man in his twenties was in turn giving way to the Tianqiong Medical Saint, which always felt strange.

The most provoked was Ge Yangming himself. He was a Void Tempering Stage expert, so how could his eyes be dim?

In his agitated state, he had a Divided Soul, and the herbs he had just thrown into the Pill Furnace instantly turned to dust.

Fortunately, he was only purifying herbs at the moment, and only one herb was wasted. If he had started Alchemy, that entire Pill Furnace of Medicinal Pills would have been ruined.

Ye Bufan chuckled, "Everyone saw it, right? Indeed, his eyes are dim; he's not fit for great use."

“You…”

Ge Yangming's face turned ashen with anger, but then he felt that arguing with the other party would be beneath his dignity.

He snorted coldly and continued to purify the herbs in his hand.

Ye Bufan had a faint smile on his face. With a flick of his wrist, a cup of freshly brewed clear tea was delivered to Zhao Huiying.

"Grand Manager, how do you like my tea?"

Zhao Huiying took the teacup in his hand. A rich tea fragrance wafted towards him. He took a small sip, and the rich tea, like a sweet dew, moisturized his throat.

"This tea is good. What's it called?"

Even though he had enjoyed countless imperial tribute teas, he was still moved by this cup of tea.

"West Lake Dragon Well!" Ye Bufan said, "Since the Grand Manager likes it, then drink more."

After saying that, he flicked his hand, and an invisible Qi sent another cup of brewed tea over.

Watching this scene, Ge Yangming's face showed a hint of mockery.

In his opinion, the reason Ye Bufan was stalling for time was to build a good relationship with Zhao Huiying.

But trying to curry favor at the last minute seemed too late.

How could the dignified Grand Manager of the imperial family be bought off by a cup of tea?

He didn't know that Ye Bufan was genuinely drinking tea to pass the time, and sharing a few cups with Zhao Huiying was purely out of politeness, with no intention of currying favor.

By the time this cup of tea was finished, Ge Yangming's herbs had been purified, and his Medicinal Pills were half refined.

He put away the tea set, and with a lift of his hand, the Medicine God Cauldron appeared before him, officially beginning Alchemy.