Chapter 902 - Doomed? (1/2)

On that day, the streets in the State of Ancient Medicine were empty.

Countless people had gathered in many tea houses, coffee houses and even gambling dens to watch the compet.i.tion. Seven guild elders had created a ma.s.sive platform above the clouds and protected it with many Dharma Arrays.

Meanwhile, they had also drafted ten judges; five of them were from the Alchemy Guild, while the other five were chosen among the elites of the Northern Barren Land.

“Second Young Lord of the Hu family, Hu Xiao.”

“Lady Wu from the Wu Family of Zhenhai.”

“Disciple of the Ethereal Heavenly Sect, Violet Moon Fairy.”

Each and everyone of them were top elites among the young generation in Tianhuang. The presence of w.a.n.g Xuanfeng further added weight to this event. The ancient w.a.n.g Family was a dominating force in Tianhuang and no other sects or families would dare to treat them lightly.

“I have heard that the realization of the compet.i.tion was mostly because of Young Master Xuanfeng’s support.”

“Hehe, Young Elixir Lord is going to win the battle regardless. Not only is he the most talented alchemist in a hundred years, but he’s also the disciple of Elixir Lord. What is Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood to him?”

“It’s not entirely true. Chen Beixuan has defeated Grandmasters before. He is a force to be reckoned with.”

Everyone was discussing the battle.

The elder in grey robe and Qiao Qiao had also arrived at the arena.

“Grandpa, do you think Brother Chen will win this time?”

Qiao Qiao clenched her fists tightly.

“It would be difficult…” the old man murmured and then shook his head. Qiao Qiao’s face crinkled after she heard her grandpa. Tears welled in her eyes.

Jiang Han and Yan Wuw.a.n.g found their seats and patiently waited for the battle to begin.

“Why did I miss Master Chen’s huge ambition during the test? “Jiang Han cracked a smile.

“What ambition? He has gone mad.” Wu Qinyan snorted and fumed.

Meanwhile, Yan Wuw.a.n.g kept his silence.

He was from the Barren Region, so he had heard of Chen Fan’s unrelenting power. In less than a month, Chen Fan had dominated the seventeen Barren Regions and defeated coutless Grandmasters. There was more about him than what the Alchemy Guild could see.

Soon.

The contestants entered the arena and the battle was about to begin.

A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd when Situ Cheng flew over the arena. Most of his supporters were young girls, whose hearts had been ensnared by Situ Cheng’s handsome features.

Hailing from a prestigious family, he was the disciple of Elixir Lord, and possessed unprecedented talent. He took the State of Ancient Medicine by storm and became a public idol. Meanwhile, although Chen Fan was as handsome as the young Elixir Lord, only one person cheered for him.

“Go, brother, go!” Qiao Qiao shouted.

Chen Fan waved a hand at her and then walked over to Situ Cheng. Standing alongside Chen Fan, Situ Cheng barely graced him with a glance. Then came one of the judges, Perfected Cultivator Wei Huang. He held a piece of paper in one hand, reading out the rules of the compet.i.tion.

“This is the first round of the battle. You are to make one inferior-grade Treasure Pill called Recuperating Pill of Three Souls. You have one day to complete your elixirs. You can use any tools at your disposal.

“The winner shall live, and the loser shall die.”

Perfected Cultivator Wei Huang’s announcement silenced the audience. Many alchemists let out a gasp of cold air.

“Recuperating Pill of Three Souls? That’s impossible!”