Chapter 903 - Making Elixirs With Though (2/2)

By then, Situ Cheng had already finished the refinement and was ready to take on the Elixir Tribulation. The dark clouds sent down countless dark lightnings that pierced layers of Dharma Arrays and landed on the Lingzhi mushroom shaped smoke. Tempered by the energy inside the lightning, the Lingzhi mushroom gained more solidity until it looked just like the real thing.

After the forty-nine Thunder Tribulation, a Linzhi Fey flew out of the smoke, with a streak of dark light trailing behind it. It flew into a web-like Dharma array and was trapped.

“After ten hours, the Recuperating Pill of Three Souls is finally done. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

Situ Cheng picked up the Linzhi Fey using a Treasure Vase and handed the vase to the judges. After a while, Perfected Cultivator Wei Huang announced, “Inferior-grade Treasure Pill, the Recuperating Pill of Three Souls was completed and it is of mid-superior-grade.”

A silence filled up the air in the city, before it was broken by a tsunami of cheers.

He had not only created the Treasure Pill, but the pill was of mid-superior-grade. Although a mid-superior-grade pill was only one level higher than superior-grade, it was much more difficult to make than a normal superior-grade pill.

“Young Elixir Lord has succeeded, what about Chen Beixuan?” many people asked.

They looked to the other end of the platform and saw Chen Fan was still sitting on the ground in a daze.

“Should we wake him up?” someone asked.

“No. The rule of the competition says twelve hours, and twelve hours have yet to pass,” Elder Chenyan said. However, that couldn’t stop people from making fun of him.

“Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood is not here for a competition, he’s here to sleep.”

Wang Xuanlong and Wu Baisu were not sure what to think of Chen Fan’s behavior.

“I was wrong about him. But it was worth it to see Brother Situ’s amazing skills,” Wang Xuanfeng said candidly.

Situ Cheng bowed humbly as a reply. Even if he had already become a Grand Alchemist, it would be unwise to ignore Young Lord Wang, much less acting arrogantly in front of him.

“I’ve overestimated him.”

Situ Cheng gave Chen Fan a quick glance and shook his head, lamenting the unworthiness of his opponent. He was the Young Elixir Lord, and he had accepted the challenge with confidence. The outcome of the competition further proved that he was right.

Eleven hours.

Eleven hours and thirty minutes.

Eleven hours and forty minutes…

With every second that passed, Qiao Qiao’s hope diminished. By then end, she buried her head into her grandpa’s chest, unable to witness Chen Fan’s defeat. Wu Qinyan heaved a sigh of disappointment.

Meanwhile, Xu Yuan and Elder Situ were about to leave for the headquarters.

No one in the State of Ancient Medicine believed that Chen Fan was going to win. Not even the God of Heavenly Medicine could produce a Treasure Pill in less than half an hour.

When the timer only had fifteen minutes left, Perfected Cultivator Wei Huang’s patience finally wore thin. He walked over to Chen Fan and offered a reminder.

“Perfected Cultivator Azure Wood, you only have fifteen minutes left.”

“Oh? Really? Time sure flies.”

Chen Fan was taken aback.

“Hah.”

He yawned and rose to his feet, stretching his arms and legs.

“Yes. Young Elixir Lord has already completed his Recuperating Pill of Three Souls. Alchemist Chen, are you going to forfeit or keep going?” Perfected Cultivator Wei Huang paused a second and asked.

Situ Cheng linked his hands behind his back and said with an impassive face, “If only you would have listened, you would have never found yourself in this situation.”

His conviction of certain victory added to the mockery and disdain in his voice.

“Don’t worry, I said I wouldn’t kill you, so I won’t. I’m a man of my word.” Chen Fan chucked.

“You still think you can win?”

Situ Cheng was amused by the response.

His shock was shared by millions among the audience.

“He has gone mad,” Jiang Han said.

Hu Xiao and Wang Xuanfeng burst out laughing. They looked at Chen Fan as if he were a dying insect. Meanwhile, Elder Chenyan and the others readied their arts to execute Chen Fan as soon as the time ran out.

Chen Fan ignored the laughter and sneers. He looked away at the crowd and said calmly, “The Alchemists of Tianhuang think that the ability to follow recipes step by step is what makes a great Alchemist. You have missed the point. Alchemy is the art of Heaven, and Heaven is in your heart. That is the real truth of Heavenly Alchemy.

“If you don’t understand that, I will teach you today.”

After he had said that, Chen Fan reached out a hand.

“Elixirs, come!”

Swish, swish, swish!

Endless spirit medicine flew off the shelves, each with the perfect proportion for making the Recuperating Pill of Three Souls. They gathered together at Chen Fan’s behest.

“Fire, arise!”

Chen Fan stomped the ground.

Suddenly, a green energy emerged from the ground and formed the Yi Wood Divine Flame. The azure fire engulfed the herbs and finished nine transformations in a blink. A Lingzhi mushroom the size of a man’s arm appeared out of thin air. It had taken Situ Cheng ten hours to reach this point.

Chen Fan then curled his fingers and clawed the air.

“Thunder Arise!”

A rumbling thunder in the sky echoed his command.

Eighty one flashes of lightning pummeled the Lingzhi mushroom at the same time. They merged into a dark lightning shaft as thick as a tree trunk.

Chen Fan stomped his foot again and shouted, “Elixir, complete!”

Boom!

The dark clouds rolled away and the thunder stopped.

Under many incredulous eyes, a Linzhi Fey appeared in front of everyone. It had a dark crystalline skin and was much larger than the one created by Situ Cheng.

An extraordinary fragrance permeated throughout the air, spreading across the city.

It strengthened the Divine Souls of those who smelled a whiff of it.

By then, only a fraction of a minute had passed.

The turn of events shocked everyone. The judges, Wang Xuanfeng and Hu Xiao gaped in disbelief, while Wu Qinyan and Yan Wuwang had turned into frozen statues.

Situ Cheng was speechless.

Dumbfounded, Perfected Cultivator Chenyan defused his art.

The leaders of the guild turned around and were seized by disbelief.

A deadly silence filled the arena. Chen Fan held the Treasure Pill in one hand and held Situ Cheng’s gaze. “You need ten hours of toiling, but I only need a thought.”