Chapter 4003: The Posture is Too Ugly

When Hua Qiqi finished speaking, Wu Zheng and the others looked surprised.

The emperor flower is a top-tier existence among twelfth-order immortal spirit grasses, and many twelfth-order Immortal Pills require it as a main ingredient, so its preciousness is self-evident.

Many years ago, Luo Rong obtained an emperor flower by chance and always treasured it, keeping it hidden for all these years, unwilling to use it.

He never expected Hua Qiqi to make such a big bet, actually betting on his treasure.

"Betting on my emperor flower?"

Luo Rong was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange expression.

Hua Qiqi's expression was firm: "That's right, do you dare to bet?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Luo Rong said, "However, my emperor flower is extremely precious, so you need to put up an equivalent bet."

"I'll bet ten twelfth-order immortal spirit grasses!"

The bet Hua Qiqi offered was also astonishing, but Luo Rong shook his head.

"Although they are all twelfth-order, there is still a huge difference in the value of immortal spirit grasses.

My emperor flower is a top-grade among twelfth-order, and even ten ordinary twelfth-order ones can't compare to its value.

How about this, if you want to bet with me, then take out your Yellow Ming Li Fire."

When he finished speaking, the expressions of the surrounding people all changed.

Everyone knew very well that Yellow Ming Li Fire was Hua Qiqi's unique fire, of a very high Rank, and its value was even above that of the emperor flower.

Moreover, with the Dan Wang Competition approaching, if she lost the Yellow Ming Li Fire, Hua Qiqi's Alchemy skill would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Wu Zheng quickly said, "Grand Elder, are you joking? Unique fire is the foundation of an Alchemist; how could it be used as a bet?"

Luo Rong said, "Of course not, it's not a joke. A bet naturally requires a stake that interests me, otherwise, I won't have any interest in betting."

Wu Zheng was about to say something, but Hua Qiqi beside him directly agreed: "Alright, I'll bet with you!

If Young Master Ye can succeed, your emperor flower is mine; if he fails, my Yellow Ming Li Fire is yours!"

Wu Zheng and the others widened their eyes in surprise. Hua Qiqi had always acted cautiously, what was wrong with her today? Was she crazy?

She was actually using her unique fire as a bet, and the key was that this was a guaranteed loss.

But it was too late to dissuade her now. Luo Rong burst into laughter: "Alright, we'll settle it like this.

Let the Guild Master and the Elders be witnesses. If I lose, I'll give you the emperor flower; if you lose, you'll give me the Yellow Ming Li Fire."

Hua Qiqi said without hesitation: "It's a deal."

Ye Bufan stepped into the Assessment Hall, where someone was already waiting to lead him into an Alchemy room.

This was the first stage of the challenge. The room was very spacious, with two identical Pill Furnaces already placed inside.

The walls emanated Formation fluctuations. This was the assessment Formation. After successful Alchemy, both parties had to put the Medicinal Pills they refined into the Formation.

If the challenger won, it would glow green; if the challenge failed, it would glow red.

Using a Formation for evaluation was extremely fair and just, without any human interference.

Of course, the competing parties could also directly concede, simply by injecting their true Qi into the Formation.

At the same time, there was also a monitoring Formation above, which would truthfully transmit the situation inside, allowing those outside to see clearly.

Sitting in the room was a thin middle-aged man in a gray robe, wearing a badge on his chest with two golden stars shining.

The Alchemist Guild's most outstanding Second-Rank Immortal Pill Master—Wang Ping.

The challenge was a challenge to the entire Alchemist Guild, so the Assessment Hall naturally attached great importance to it, sending out the most outstanding Immortal Pill Masters for each stage.

At the same time, there was immense pressure on the Immortal Pill Master themselves. If they won, they would receive generous rewards, but once they failed, the badge they lost could not be recovered, and they would only be allowed to re-test after a hundred years.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people from the Alchemist Guild gathered in front of the Assessment Hall, all staring intently at the Formation light screen suspended in mid-air.

Upon seeing that Wang Ping was the one for the first stage, many familiar faces became excited.

"This is Alchemist Wang Ping, known as the most excellent Second-Rank Immortal Pill Master. He will soon enter the Third-Rank…"

"Who exactly is this Young man? I really don't know who gave him the courage to dare to come here and challenge…"

"If you don't court death, you won't die. I guess it won't be long before his cultivation is crippled, and he's driven out of the Alchemist Guild…"

These people discussed animatedly, not a single one of them favoring Ye Bufan, as no one had ever heard of anyone successfully challenging the Guild in all these years.

The high-ranking members of the Guild were also gathered here. Zhuge Qingyang's expression was serious, Hua Qiqi's expression was calm, and Luo Rong's face was full of smiles.

Inside the Alchemy room, Wang Ping disdainfully glanced at the Young man in front of him, "You're not even a First-Rank Immortal Pill Master, yet you dare to challenge. I really don't know who gave you the guts.

If you know what's good for you, get out quickly, cripple your own cultivation, and never step into the Alchemist Guild again."

Ye Bufan had no inclination to even bother with such a minor character, and simply uttered three words indifferently: "Begin."

"You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

The other party's disregard greatly angered Wang Ping. "Since that's the case, let's meet in the Pill Furnace and let you see what a true Alchemist is, and what true Alchemy is!"

"Immortal Realm Second-Grade Medicinal Pill, True Spirit Pill. We will compete with this Medicinal Pill."

As his voice fell, dozens of medicinal ingredients flew out from the Formation on the wall, which were precisely the immortal spirit grasses needed to refine the True Spirit Pill.

At the same time, the Formation on Ye Bufan's side also activated, and the medicinal ingredients were placed in front of his Pill Furnace.

However, he made no moves, simply standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the side with a playful expression.

Wang Ping snorted coldly, no longer paying attention, and began to refine the Pill Furnace.

As the most outstanding Second-Rank Immortal Pill Master, his technique was extremely skilled: igniting the fire, adding the medicine, refining, and purifying.

Meanwhile, Ye Bufan stood by, simply watching, still without any movement.

"Is he intimidated by Wang Ping's methods?" Mo Chongba scoffed, looking at Hua Qiqi beside him, "Fairy Qi Qi, it seems your Yellow Ming Li Fire might not be yours anymore."

Hua Qiqi also scoffed. As an Eleventh-Order Celestial Alchemist herself, she found countless flaws in his methods. With just a little guidance from him, she had refined a twelfth-order Immortal Pill.

To say that Ye Bufan was intimidated by a mere Second-Rank Immortal Pill Master was simply a huge joke.

She was too lazy to argue about such a thing and directly said, "I think Grand Elder should prepare the emperor flower for me first."

Although she spoke with full confidence, she was also a bit confused, wondering what her teacher intended to do.

And just as everyone was extremely surprised, Ye Bufan in the Alchemy room stepped over to Wang Ping's side.

"Being ugly is one thing, but your Alchemy posture is also so ugly.

Ugly is fine, if you had skill, but unfortunately, you're full of mistakes. Is this even called Alchemy with your level?"

Wang Ping noticed the other party's arrival and initially thought his Alchemy skill had intimidated him, perhaps he would kneel and concede on the spot. He never expected to be met with overwhelming ridicule.

"You… what did you say?"

He was practically going mad with anger, but fortunately, he managed to control the Pill Furnace in time, preventing any accidents.

"I said this isn't Alchemy at all. Your flame control isn't enough, you started adding ingredients before the Pill Furnace was evenly heated, that's mistake number one.

The fresh chrysanthemum stem needs a steady approach, but you used a fierce fire, causing the medicinal properties to be lost, that's mistake number two. The octagonal moss needs a fierce fire for rapid purification, but you used a gentle fire, resulting in insufficient purity, that's mistake number three…"