Not only was the efficiency low, but the amount of materials wasted was also astonishing. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that every second rank pill required more than ten times the amount of materials. However, alchemy was originally a profitable business. Thousands of materials could be used to refine a pill worth several million. In any case, there would be martial artists (spendthrifts) paying the bill, so there was no loss to speak of.
Generally speaking, regardless of the rank of an alchemist, as long as they had some brains, they would refine pills in their private domain. The reason was simple. After all, alchemy depended on one's' face '. If one didn't have absolute confidence, no one would take the risk.
At this moment, Pavilion Master Feng was the best example. His consecutive defeats had left him feeling extremely awkward. Actually, the first defeat didn't have much to do with Huang Liang. He was just trying to find an excuse.
Feeling the strange gazes around him, Hall Master Feng clenched his teeth. He didn't believe it and continued his third attempt. With his current physical strength, he could at most refine two or three more batches of pills. In other words, he had to produce at least three or four pills in each batch. This was a huge challenge.
Just as Hall Master Feng was gathering materials, another sigh sounded. This time, it was even more obvious than before.
"Who is it?" Hall Master Feng stopped, his face gloomy.
Soon, the gazes of these disciples locked onto me.
Huang Liang was ecstatic. He pointed at me and said, "Master, it's this guy. He was purposely causing trouble, as though he was afraid of losing his presence."
Hall Master Feng's expression flickered. "Brat, what are you trying to do?"
Perhaps it was because I concealed my aura too well. In their eyes, I didn't emit any energy waves, so they thought I was just an ordinary person.
"Hall Master Feng, right? It's not that I want to criticize you, but why are you so inflexible? If you continue to refine like this, even if you're lucky, you'll only get two pills at most," I said, shaking my head. My tone was filled with doubt.
Everyone subconsciously looked at each other and burst into laughter. It was as though they had heard the funniest joke in the world. In their eyes, this was like a primary school student questioning their teacher. It could no longer be described as comical, it was simply absurd!
"Why haven't you left yet? Didn't I remind you just now?
It's not your fault for being ignorant, but you should know how to shut up! "Wang Shixiong glanced at me.
"Haha, isn't there a popular saying recently? If you can do it, then do it. If you can't, then don't talk!" Huang Yaoshi echoed.
The disciples of the Pill Refinement Hall expressed their opinions one after another. It had to be said that they were all pointing their guns at someone else.
Hall Master Feng didn't have much confidence in the first place. My words had undoubtedly given him even more pressure. Seeing my confident expression, Hall Master Feng actually wanted to ask me why I said those words. However, there were so many disciples around him, and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
"Young man, I don't care who you are, it's not right for you to brag like that. The art of alchemy is not as simple as you think it is. Don't just stand there and talk. If you have the ability, why don't you give it a try?"
Pavilion Master Feng rolled his eyes. If it were his younger self, he would have already lashed out at the other party and flew into a rage.
"Sure, let's do it."
I readily agreed. I was just worried that I wouldn't have a chance to test my skills. If I did that, I wouldn't be able to give Pavilion Master Sui an explanation. If he became suspicious and blamed Director Du for it, it would be troublesome. Especially the secret of the Martial Saint Tablet. Although I understood that the truth couldn't be hidden forever, the Martial Saint Tablet was an important matter, and I would hide it for as long as I could.
After a while, I walked to the side of the material rack. With a wave of my hand, more than ten kinds of materials floated up and fell into the furnace. Everyone was stunned as they watched this scene. It was as if a chef was stir-frying vegetables.
However, they didn't think that I had any alchemy techniques. Even a second rank alchemist would need to spend time to accurately determine the amount of each material. Only then could they ensure the success rate and grade of the pill.
"This brat must be joking. Seeing that our True Martial Hall's materials are free, he just blindly used them?"
"That's right. With this kind of method, even if he refined for an entire day and night, he probably wouldn't have a single first rank pill, right?"
"Sigh, I really don't understand. Where did he get the courage to actually question our Hall Master? He's really retarded!"
Facing these people's insults, my expression remained the same. I had entered a state where I forgot myself. Actually, there was no need to follow the rules in alchemy. Instead, following one's heart was the most important thing. This was what Sun Yao Wang had concluded. I didn't understand it at first.
After trying it out, I realized that it was really f * cking reasonable!
To put it simply, according to a certain standard, it was equivalent to a living machine. It was just a matter of who had more experience. It was just like painting. Different people would draw the same thing in different styles, and there was no standard to judge.
My current alchemy technique was purely based on personal preference. No matter what material it was, it didn't matter if it was more or less. During the refining process, I could further explore and analyze it, and make changes accordingly.
Next, I walked around the alchemy furnace, and continuously controlled the alchemy fire by alternating my internal strength and Qi-Jin.
Unknowingly, a layer of sweat appeared on my forehead. However, I didn't wipe it off. This state of high concentration was quite refreshing. To be honest, sometimes when I was serious, even I was afraid. When I was ruthless, no one would understand!
The entire refining process didn't even take five minutes. As I stopped, a dense mist floated above the alchemy furnace.
"I reckon that there's only dregs left …"
"Of course. Just now, that guy was like a clown. He was purely feeling good about himself."
"Haha, you guys are still fussing over this?
I've already roughly calculated. He used tens of thousands of materials. If he doesn't even have a first rank Spirit Condensing Pill, then he should obediently pay up. "