Qingxindan

"Whether it is wishful thinking, you will know in a moment," Qin Ming said contemptuously.

"Alright, you two, you may now consume the Medicinal Pills you have refined. After consumption, you will have one hour to refine the antidote." The referee placed both their Medicinal Pills onto a tray and handed them to each other.

Qin Ming took the tray, picked up the Medicinal Pill, and looked at the White-Robed Pill Saint.

The White-Robed Pill Saint snorted coldly and also picked up the Medicinal Pill from the tray.

"I will count to three, and you will both consume them at the same time." The referee used his Mental Energy to envelop Qin Ming and the White-Robed Pill Saint to prevent them from cheating.

"One."

Qin Ming looked at the White-Robed Pill Saint as if looking at a dead man, his eyes filled with pity.

"Two."

The White-Robed Pill Saint couldn't help but panic, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He didn't know why, but despite being certain in his heart just a moment ago that this was not a poison pill, he was now somewhat afraid to swallow it.

"Three."

The moment the referee finished counting to three, Qin Ming swallowed the Medicinal Pill and looked at the White-Robed Pill Saint, waiting for him to do the same.

All the Martial Artists were watching intently; this was the most exciting moment. Often in a Pill Battle, a single Medicinal Pill decided life and death.

In his heart, a voice was telling the White-Robed Pill Saint that if he swallowed this Medicinal Pill, he would undoubtedly die.

He really did not want to consume this Medicinal Pill.

"Swallow it! Are you saving it for the New Year?"

"He's already finished counting to three, why hasn't he swallowed it yet? He's supposed to be a famous Pill Saint; in my opinion, he's not even as good as a child."

"It's already been three breaths of time, is he going to swallow it or not?"

"…"

All the Martial Artists began to jeer. The famous Pill Saint was engaging in a life-or-death Pill Battle, yet he was violating the Rules—how shameless.

"If you withdraw from the Pill Alliance and never become my enemy again, you may put down the Medicinal Pill and leave. Otherwise, you will undoubtedly die." Qin Ming looked at the White-Robed Pill Saint and said, pitying how difficult it was for him to have cultivated to become a Pill Saint.

"Hmph…" The White-Robed Pill Saint gritted his teeth, swallowed it, and glared coldly at Qin Ming.

"I refuse to believe that a Medicinal Pill you refined in a quarter of an hour could poison me."

After both had swallowed the poison pills, everyone present looked at them with anticipation.

Although Jue Wuya and Azure Flame knew that Qin Ming's Alchemy ability was unparalleled in the world, they were both a little nervous at this moment.

Especially Azure Flame, who knew the power of that Soul-Destroying Pill and understood the danger involved even more clearly; cold sweat was forming on his palms.

If that Soul-Destroying Pill were given to him, he would undoubtedly die within a quarter of an hour.

"Alright, you may begin refining your detoxification pills." After the referee finished speaking, he cast a disdainful look at the White-Robed Pill Saint.

He usually respected capable people, but today, he had witnessed what true shamelessness was.

It had been at least ten breaths of time after the count of three before he finally swallowed the Medicinal Pill; it was truly a disgrace to all Alchemists.

Didn't he keep saying that this competition was for the honor of Alchemists?

He had no honor whatsoever!

The White-Robed Pill Saint's face flushed red, and he hurriedly took out his spirit plants to begin refining the detoxification pill.

Qin Ming shook his head and stood in the distance, watching him refine the Medicinal Pill.

"Why are you not refining a detoxification pill?" The White-Robed Pill Saint saw Qin Ming just standing in the distance, watching him perform Alchemy without any intention of refining a pill himself, and couldn't help but ask.

"There is no need. A mere eighth-grade poison pill does not require a detoxification pill. As for you, there is no need to refine a seventh-grade detoxification pill, the heart-clearing pill either; it is useless." Qin Ming glanced at the divine artifact alchemy furnace and said indifferently.