The young alchemist stared at Chu Mu with an unfriendly expression. He thought that he and the middle-aged alchemist should have advanced to the finals. He didn't expect that it would be Chu Mu in the end.
"Referee, I have a question. How can he advance to the finals?" The young alchemist was proud and arrogant. He couldn't tolerate this kind of failure.
"He advanced to the finals because the quality of the pills he refined is higher than yours. The number of pills he refined is not lower than yours," Chen Qigu said.
"That's impossible." The young alchemist couldn't accept this statement. Chen Qigu's expression turned cold and unpleasant. "Are you questioning my level?"
"Even if you are the disciple of Iron Finger, you are not qualified to shout in front of me," Chen Qigu said coldly.
The young alchemist felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him. He realized that the person in front of him was an alchemy grandmaster. His status was above his own. It was obviously unwise to offend him.
He glared at Chu Mu and left his seat.
In the end, only Chu Mu and the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building were left.
They rested for half an hour.
After half an hour, Chen Qigu announced the rules of the finals.
The finals were different from the previous ones. There was no pill formula. The two participants in the finals each reported the herbs they needed. The Heavenly Pill Building was responsible for providing the herbs, but the highest grade could not exceed the tenth grade.
In other words, Chu Mu had to solve the problem of the pill formula by himself.
Now that the finals were about to begin, Chu Mu had no chance to find a suitable pill formula. It was very unfavorable for him.
As for the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building, he was slightly startled, but he was confident. As a professional alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building, he had a lot of pill formulas in his mind. He just needed to find the one that he was most confident in winning.
Qin Yang was sweating. From the beginning of his contact with Chu Mu, the pill formulas that Chu Mu refined were all provided by the Small Pill Building. The highest grade was the fourth grade. From this point, he could guess that Chu Mu probably didn't have any pill formulas.
If there was no pill formula, there was no need to compete in the finals. Chu Mu would have already lost. Nalan Fenghua and the others were also very nervous. This was related to the future of the Small Pill House and Nalan Fenghua's fate.
Chu Mu's expression didn't change, but his mind was racing. He couldn't afford to lose the finals.
On the other side, the middle-aged alchemist had already chosen the medicinal pill to be refined and had written down the medicinal herbs needed to refine the medicinal pill. Chu Mu was still in a state of confusion.
Since he did not have the opportunity to search for the Alchemy Recipe, he could only start from the inherited memories and find a more suitable Alchemy Recipe.
There were many pill formulas in the inherited memories, but most of them were not suitable for the Heaven Wasteland Domain. Chu Mu had to find a pill formula that was suitable for the Heaven Wasteland Domain and the current competition.
His thoughts were many times faster than lightning. One pill recipe after another flashed through Chu Mu's mind like a fleeting shadow.
Nalan Fenghua and the others were getting more and more nervous. When the expressionless middle-aged alchemist's lips curled into a disdainful smile, Chu Mu's eyes flashed.
"This is it." He directly confirmed.
Soon after, Chu Mu picked up the brush and wrote down the names and quantities of over a dozen medicinal ingredients on the white paper. Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Chu Mu was not afraid of the medicinal herbs for the Alchemy Recipe leaking out, because even if others knew the various medicinal herbs and quantities needed for the Alchemy Recipe, it would be very difficult to refine the Alchemy Recipe. This was because the Alchemy Recipe also required a time difference.
Therefore, even if someone obtained the incomplete Alchemy Recipe and wanted to refine the Alchemy Recipe, they would have to go through many attempts, and in the end, it was uncertain whether they would succeed.
Not long after, someone brought the various medicinal herbs up.
One set of medicinal herbs, which meant that Chu Mu and the middle-aged alchemist only had one chance.
Chen Qigu narrowed his eyes and looked at the medicinal herbs of the middle-aged alchemist. His mind was spinning rapidly, and in three breaths, he immediately determined what Alchemy Recipe the middle-aged alchemist was going to refine. But when his gaze fell on Chu Mu's medicinal herbs, he pondered for ten breaths, but could not think of what kind of Alchemy Recipe Chu Mu was going to refine.
"Black Crow Vine... Golden Tung Flower... Prune Grass..." Chen Qigu used a voice that only he could hear to recite more than a dozen medicinal herbs. The more he recited, the more puzzled he became. None of the Alchemy Recipes in his memory were similar, and even some of the incomplete Alchemy Recipes that he knew were not similar.
"Could it be that he's going all out?" Chen Qigu could not think of such a possibility.
He was an Alchemy Grandmaster, one of the few existences in Heaven Wasteland Domain. A Alchemy Recipe that even he could not follow was too mysterious. The probability of him going all out was relatively high.
Subconsciously, he looked down on Chu Mu.
The middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building had already heated up the furnace and began to throw in the medicinal herbs for extraction, while Chu Mu closed his eyes and pondered.
The Alchemy Recipe he was going to refine was a ninth-grade pill, suitable for an Alchemy Grandmaster to refine. It was Chu Mu's first time refining, and he only had one chance. There was simply no time for him to familiarize himself with the process, and the situation was very unfavorable.
At this time, Chu Mu was simulating in his mind how to extract the various medicinal herbs better and more efficiently, and extract the essence of the liquid to the greatest extent.
The people watching all around began to talk about it.
"It seems that it's very clear who the champion will be."
The young alchemist clenched his fists, very unwilling. He felt that, at this time, the person who should be competing for the championship should be him, and not Chu Mu. Chu Mu did not make any movements, which made the young alchemist feel that he was simply lucky to advance to the finals, and his heart became more and more unwilling.
Nalan Fenghua and the others were incomparably nervous, and their hearts were full of worry.
No one was optimistic about Chu Mu, except for himself.
The middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building threw the last medicinal herb into the furnace for extraction. Chu Mu opened his eyes and began to heat up the furnace, increasing the intensity of the fire. When the furnace was heated to a certain extent, he opened the lid and threw in the first medicinal herb.
Compared to the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building, Chu Mu's method of extracting the essence of the medicinal herbs was too different. However, Chu Mu did not care. Everything came from the foundation, and the foundation was the most important.
It could be said that there were first basic techniques, and then, based on the basic techniques, there were all kinds of techniques with their own characteristics and inclinations, and there were high and low levels.
Chu Mu deeply understood the importance of the foundation. Therefore, although there were more advanced techniques in his inheritance, he still insisted on using the basic techniques. He had cultivated the basic techniques to the extreme, as if he was born with them, and could easily master all the advanced techniques.
Based on the basic techniques, no matter how profound one's mastery was, it was very difficult to extract the ninth grade medicinal herbs when only black charcoal and the most common bronze furnace could be used.
Chu Mu had a tyrannical mental power, which was something that his opponent did not have.
His mental power penetrated into the furnace, wrapped the medicinal herbs, and penetrated into the medicinal herbs. Combined with the external basic techniques, he controlled the temperature in the furnace, concentrated the burning, and maximized the extraction effect.
Others could not perceive it, and even the alchemy grandmaster, Chen Qigu, could not see through the mystery. Therefore, Chu Mu's actions did not seem to be attractive at all.
Not long after, Chu Mu opened the furnace and took out the first medicinal herb essence. Chen Qigu frowned at first, then relaxed, and his eyes widened.
He was a little far away, but he could still see the medicinal herb essence extracted by Chu Mu with his tempered eyes. The purity was definitely not low. It was obviously above the medicinal herb essence extracted by his opponent, the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building.
Chen Qigu's heart was filled with doubts. He focused his attention on Chu Mu and watched Chu Mu put the second medicinal herb into the bronze furnace.
He was sure that Chu Mu's alchemy foundation was very solid, even above his own.
Soon, the second medicinal herb essence was extracted, followed by the third and fourth …
Chen Qigu's eyes became more and more dignified, and his heart was full of shock. His heart was full of doubts and puzzlement.
Those were ninth grade medicinal herbs, but the conditions for alchemy were very simple. The combination of the lowest level bronze furnace and the lowest level black charcoal, and the use of basic techniques, it was already very rare to be able to extract the medicinal herbs, but it was still possible to extract the high-purity medicinal herb essence.
Although it was impossible to judge accurately, Chen Qigu was sure that the purity of the medicinal herb essence was at least 70%, at least 70%.
The first time might be good luck, the second time might be a coincidence, but what about the third time? After the third time, what about the fourth time, the fifth time, and the sixth time?
Chen Qigu, who was more and more shocked, felt that his previous idea seemed to be wrong again.
Even with his own ability, under the conditions of only using the bronze furnace and black charcoal, he would still need to use a more advanced method to extract the ninth grade medicinal herbs. Moreover, he could not guarantee that he would be able to extract the medicinal herb essence with a purity of 70%.
However, Chu Mu did it again and again.
An incredible scene, like a miracle, played out in front of him. Chen Qigu completely ignored the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building, and focused all his attention on Chu Mu. He wanted to see through Chu Mu. However, no matter how he looked, Chu Mu was still the same. From beginning to end, he was still using basic techniques, extracting the medicinal herbs at a moderate speed, and there was nothing unusual about it.
The curiosity in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Chen Qigu had decided that no matter who the final champion was, he must find Chu Mu and have a good talk with him. He wanted to know more about this young alchemist. If possible, he wanted to accept him as his disciple.
With such a solid foundation, he believed that even if his talent was average, he could achieve something in alchemy. Even if he could not become a Grandmaster, he could at least become a Master.
Chen Qigu's heart was completely filled with love for talent.
Finally, under Chen Qigu's repeated shock, Chu Mu finished extracting more than a dozen ninth grade medicinal herbs, and placed the medicinal herb essences in an orderly manner next to him.
Chu Mu was not worried at all that this kind of pill would be learned by others.
Not far away, his opponent, the alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building, had already put all the medicinal herb essences into the furnace, and used his best alchemy technique to fuse the pills.
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