Dansheng

"This is impossible. It's impossible for them to be perfect stage elixirs. He doesn't have that kind of strength. These two Medicinal Pills must be fake," Jue Xin muttered to himself, his face turning pale and sweat pouring down like rain as he stared at the two pills.

Ignoring the despondent Jue Xin, the judge sent the Medicinal Pills refined by both parties to the judging panel.

"One perfect spirit gathering pill is equivalent in value to six Medium Grade Spirit Refining pills. Two perfect spirit gathering pills are far more valuable than six Medium Grade Spirit Refining pills." On the judging panel, several judges discussed for a moment and reached a unanimous conclusion: the Huayu Sect wins.

The value of these pills was something any knowledgeable Martial Artist could clearly distinguish without much thought.

Upon receiving the final confirmation, the referee held the two perfect spirit gathering pills high and shouted, "The first match goes to… Huayu Sect!"

Hearing this result, Zhang Chongtian glared hatefully at Jue Xin on the stage, his eyes filled with Killing Intent.

Qin Ming smiled slightly, looked at the approaching Azure Flame, and said, "Congratulations."

"Fortunately, I did not fail my mission," Azure Flame said excitedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Jue Wuya asked in surprise, "Elder Qing, since when could you refine perfect stage elixirs? Why were you keeping this hidden?"

"It was a fluke, just a fluke." Azure Flame sat in his chair, feeling completely relaxed. The pressure just now had been immense. Fortunately, he produced two pills; if he had only produced one, he would have lost.

Meanwhile, on the stage, Jue Xin remained despondent even after the results were announced, muttering to himself, "Impossible, impossible…"

"Go and carry him back. How embarrassing," Zhang Chongtian said with a wave of his hand.

Two Martial Artists stepped out from behind Zhang Chongtian, went onto the stage, and hauled the dog-like Jue Xin back, tossing him carelessly onto a chair.

Zhang Chongtian looked at Qin Ming and said hatefully, "Don't get too ahead of yourself. You only won one match, didn't you? There are still two more! Just you wait."

"I think one more match will be enough," Qin Ming said calmly, glancing sideways at Zhang Chongtian.

"What boastful words!" An old man dressed in a white long robe stepped forward, looked at Qin Ming with disdain, and said, "I will personally handle the next round."

After speaking, the old man stepped onto the Fighting Stage and stood with his hands behind his back, projecting the image of a grandmaster.

"It's him! That's the Pill Saint, the strongest Alchemy expert in the Pill Alliance!"

"Wow! It really is the Pill Saint! A Pill Saint who can refine ninth-grade pills. This is truly an eye-opening experience; coming here was worth it!"

"The Pill Saint, a saint of the Dao of Alchemy, standing at the pinnacle of the Dao. Who could possibly defeat such a person? The Huayu Sect is doomed."

As soon as the old man stood on the stage, the clamor of the many Martial Artists' discussions pierced the clouds.

In the audience, the representatives of several major Families also let out cries of surprise upon seeing the old man take the stage.

"Pill Saint? I think Poison Saint would be more accurate," Yang Quan sneered.

"Although this man has a bad reputation, his Alchemy strength is indeed peerless in the world, and his ability to refine poison pills is unparalleled under heaven." The cynical expression on the Third Young Master of the You Family's face vanished, replaced by a look of utter gravity.

"Huayu Sect has lost this match. It must be said that while the Pill Alliance likes to use their power to bully others, they truly do have a monopoly on the entire Great Xia Dynasty's pill market," a young man said airily, fanning himself.

"Doesn't your Yan Sect also monopoly the Artifact Refining market? What, are you starting to feel envious of others now?" Yang Quan mocked. His mood soured whenever he saw this flamboyant youth.

"At least we don't use our power to bully others," the youth said, closing his fan and raising an eyebrow.

Yang Quan muttered in a low voice, "That remains to be seen."