Chapter 37 (2/2)

Kang Lu listened to the discussion of the people around him. With an especially dour expression, his fists were tightly clenched while he ground his teeth in rage such that his teeth were chattering loudly. He roared angrily in his heart.

I can’t believe it! He has just been promoted to an official disciple recently. I can’t believe that he’s capable of such brilliant alchemy skills!

Meanwhile, Fang Lin probed the inside of the cauldron. He saw nine milky white pills lying on the base of the cauldron quietly. Every pill was pure and flawless akin to fine, white tallow jade.

Elder Zhou walked over and peered at the nine Blood-clotting Pills inside Fang Lin’s cauldron. He had an astonished expression on his face.

“Please examine, Elder,” Fang Lin said with a faint smile.

Elder Zhou nodded and fished out the nine pills eagerly. He raised his palm with the pills high into the air to scrutinize them meticulously.

Instantly, Lu Jiuhe had a drastic change of expression upon seeing the milky white pills in Elder Zhou’s palm. There was a wisp of disappointment in his gaze.

Elder Zhou picked every Blood-clotting Pill up and examined them before he announced to the crowd loudly, “First-grade quality Blood-clotting Pills! Nine of them in total!”

Whoa!

As soon as the announcement was made, the crowd boiled over with excitement. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Fang Lin incredulously, whether it was the junior alchemy disciples, the official disciples or the martial arts disciples here to join the bustle.

“My God, that’s actually first-grade quality pills!”

“This idea has never occurred to me!”

“The Smoky Dragon is real!”

…

All at once, words of amazement and praise came pouring out from the mouths of the people continuously. It was worlds apart from the various insults thrown at Fang Lin earlier.

Kang Lu and the others stood there and listened to these praises, feeling awkward. Kang Lu was the one that wanted to see Fang Lin embarrass himself before everybody else the most. However, the current situation was the exact opposite of his wish.

“It has yet to end. Perhaps Senior Brother Disciple Lu is also capable of producing first-grade Blood-clotting Pills. Fang Lin hasn’t won yet!” Kang Lu suddenly shouted.

The people took a glance at him with disdain and mockery. The victor and the loser of the match were already determined. Lu Jiuhe could not possibly produce first-grade Blood-clotting Pills. Even if Lu Jiuhe had a burst of moral character and managed to refine first-grade quality Blood-clotting Pills, he would only break even with Fang Lin at most. Fang Lin’s current position was almost equal to being unbeatable.

Elder Zhou returned the pills to Fang Lin. When his eyes met Fang Lin’s once again, there was an obvious look of approval and surprise. Fang Lin smiled. His body swayed once as he lost his balance and sat on the ground.

“Don’t worry, Elder. I’m just really exhausted,” he said with a bitter smile.

Elder Zhou shook his head and said, “It’s alright. You patted the cauldron thrice earlier. Did you use the Three Mountain Shakes technique?”

Fang Lin did not attempt to hide his secret and nodded. The surprise on Elder Zhou’s face grew thicker, but he appeared to be even more joyous and excited.

“What an impressive Three Mountain Shakes!” declared Elder Zhou loudly.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes. Is the old man afraid that the rest of the people are unaware that I’m skilled in the Three Mountain Shakes technique?

Just as expected, Mu Yan and Meng Wuyou had bewilderment on their faces in the distance when they heard the words ‘Three Mountain Shakes’. On the other hand, Wu Zhen and Zhao Dengming were incredulous.

“A low-grade disciple has actually used the old alchemy technique known as the Three Mountain Shakes recorded in the ancient books!”

“Fang Lin is kind of a big deal, huh?”

“So, it turns out that technique earlier was precisely the Three Mountain Shakes. No wonder the white smoke dragon appeared.”

…

The cauldron was akin to a mountain. All the steps needed to refine an elixir were completed in a split second after the three shakes. As a result, the technique was known as the Three Mountain Shakes.

Fang Lin’s three slaps earlier appeared to be a simple move, but it had actually depleted all of his mental strength. As a result, he was exhausted.

Meanwhile, Lu Jiuhe’s pills were finally refined as well. However, he screamed out loud after taking a glance at the pills. He raised his head before he fainted.

Elder Zhou walked to the other side and examined Lu Jiuhe’s state. He realized that Lu Jiuhe had only fainted and was fine. Then, he probed Lu Jiuhe’s cauldron. A moment later, he announced in a loud voice with a strange expression, “Liu Jiuhe’s refinement process has failed!”