It was not easy to refine a ninth-grade elixir, especially under such simple conditions.
The middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building was fully focused. He gave his full attention and forgot everything around him. At this time, if someone made a move, even if it was a swordsman whose cultivation was many times lower than his, he could kill him in a second.
His attainments in alchemy had already reached the peak of the master level. He was only one step away from the grandmaster level. He was one of the alchemy masters with a very high status in the Heavenly Pill Building. Not to mention a ninth-grade elixir, he could even refine a tenth-grade elixir.
However, due to the limited conditions, he could only choose a ninth-grade elixir to ensure the final champion.
There was only one chance. He had to be more focused. He could not fail because of a little negligence.
Chu Mu also began to refine the elixir. Chen Qigu kept staring at Chu Mu. He memorized the order and time difference of Chu Mu's medicinal essences. He searched again, but he still did not know what kind of elixir Chu Mu was going to refine.
He was no longer subjectively assuming that Chu Mu was going to break a broken jar.
Chu Mu was also very focused. This was his first time refining a ninth-grade elixir. As for the conditions, it did not matter. So far, Chu Mu had not used better conditions for refining elixirs.
A bronze alchemy furnace with ink charcoal!
There were many people around, densely packed. Most of their attention fell on the alchemists of the Heavenly Pill Building. Only a few people noticed Chu Mu.
Nalan Fenghua and the others did not speak, but their expressions were full of encouragement and expectation. They were silently encouraging and praying for Chu Mu in their hearts.
They all hoped that Chu Mu would win. Only with this result could Nalan Fenghua get rid of the fate arranged by her family. She was a person with a gentle appearance, but she had her own persistence and stubbornness in her heart.
More than a dozen types of medicinal essences were all thrown into the furnace. Chu Mu's spiritual consciousness participated in the whole process. When more than a dozen types of medicinal essences gathered together, Chu Mu's spiritual consciousness came to life. It wrapped around each of the medicinal essences, causing more than a dozen types of medicinal essences to produce a true fusion.
The burning flames of the black charcoal brought a high temperature to the bronze alchemy furnace. When this high temperature entered the bronze alchemy furnace, it was somewhat dispersed. However, Chu Mu was able to effectively control this high temperature.
The refinement of pills was not about blindly pursuing high temperatures. That would cause the refinement of pills to fail and turn into waste.
Controlling the changes in temperature was a very important knowledge, and it was also a precise skill that one must master on the path of alchemy.
Chu Mu had indeed obtained the inheritance of an Alchemy Grandmaster, but compared to other Alchemists, he had only stepped into the path of Alchemy for a short period of time. Even though his perception was monstrous, and he could quickly comprehend and master it, he still lacked enough practice, which was precious experience.
Fortunately, Chu Mu had a tyrannical spiritual consciousness, which was an advantage that even an Alchemy Grandmaster could not compare to. He made full use of this advantage to serve alchemy, achieving better results.
The precise control of the temperature made the fusion of more than a dozen types of medicinal essences more efficient and more thorough. At the same time, Chu Mu also tried his best to squeeze out the impurities in the fusion process of the medicinal essences as much as possible, increasing the purity of the medicinal essences as much as possible.
Even an Alchemy Grandmaster could not do this. The second extraction was still in the process of fusing the medicinal essences.
Time passed little by little, but no one was aware of it. This was an important final, and almost everyone was holding their breaths.
The refinement of a ninth-grade pill was not easy, and it required even more time.
In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed, and the medicinal essences were still being fused.
When the fourth hour had passed, the medicinal essences were finally fused.
At this time, the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building began to feel tired. Maintaining a high level of vigilance for a long time and constantly performing alchemy techniques was a double burden on his spiritual and physical strength.
On the other hand, Chu Mu was calm and composed, and his attitude was calm, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. He did not look like he was refining a ninth-grade pill at all.
Even if another four hours passed, his tyrannical spiritual consciousness would not be exhausted. The powerful Sky Wasteland Sword Physique gave him enough physical strength, endurance, and recovery.
Now, he had reached the final step, which was to form the pill!
The fusion of more than a dozen types of medicinal essences was impossible to form only one pill in the end.
However, the higher the grade of the pill, the lower the number of pills formed. This was common sense and also a rule.
The number of pills formed was also one of the key points of the competition. Another key point was the quality of the pill. Of course, the grade of the pill was also the key point of the competition. However, Chu Mu and the alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building were both refining ninth-grade pills. The grade was the same, and there was no comparison.
Forming the pill was an extremely crucial step. If one was not careful, they would fail, and all their previous efforts would be wasted. They would only get a pile of dregs.
Chu Mu's spiritual consciousness was still participating in the process of forming the pill, promoting and assisting.
He was also able to see the formation of the pill more clearly through his Spiritual Consciousness. This gave him a deeper understanding of the Way of Alchemy.
Half an hour. This process lasted for half an hour.
On the other side, the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building had finished forming the pill. He took a deep breath, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
After three breaths, he slowly exhaled a long breath. Then, he flipped his hands and opened the lid of the bronze alchemy furnace. A scorching aura was the first to spurt out. Then, a strong medicinal fragrance spread out, slowly drifting and spreading.
"The pill is formed." The Heavenly Pill Building Master and the elders of the Heavenly Pill Building were overjoyed. They clenched their fists excitedly, and their faces were full of joy and hope.
They firmly believed that the victory belonged to the Heavenly Pill Building, and the Small Elixir House had to leave Border City.
When the pills came out of the furnace, the two plump and shiny red pills attracted the attention of countless people. The alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building looked at the two pills and smiled.
He had used the bronze alchemy furnace and black charcoal, which he had not used for many years, to refine a ninth-grade pill. In the end, there were only two pills. He felt that it was not bad.
The pills were presented to Chen Qigu. Chen Qigu only glanced at the pills and did not immediately appraise them. His attention was still focused on Chu Mu. This made the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building frown slightly. He seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied.
"Elder Chen, can you appraise them now?" The Heavenly Pill Building Master felt that victory was in sight, and the champion was already beckoning. He could not help but ask.
"Wait a little longer. He is not done yet," Chen Qigu replied casually.
The Heavenly Pill Building Master just remembered that Chu Mu was an expert who was at least as strong as Dacheng, who was in the Origin Realm.
Fortunately, there was no time limit for refining pills. Otherwise, Chu Mu would have lost.
After another quarter of an hour, Chu Mu opened the lid of the furnace at lightning speed. A white, smoke-like heat rushed out. The onlookers seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat.
Then, a light medicinal fragrance filled the air.
It was not easy to judge the quality of a pill just by its fragrance. Different pills had different fragrances. However, if it was a perfect pill, it would not emit any medicinal fragrance.
When the pills came out of the furnace, the crowd realized that Chu Mu had actually produced three pills.
Just by looking at the number of pills, he had already surpassed the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building.
"The quality is definitely not as good as mine," the alchemist said to himself as he glanced at the pills.
"Bring the pills up." Chen Qigu quickly clapped his hands and said.
The pills were quickly presented in front of Chen Qigu. Two different types of pills were placed on each side for him to appraise.
Chen Qigu took a few glances and then appraised the ninth grade pill refined by the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building.
After about half an hour, Chen Qigu finished appraising. He raised his head and looked around. Finally, his gaze fell on the face of the middle-aged alchemist of the Heavenly Pill Building.
"Red Marrow Pill, a ninth grade pill. It is suitable for Qi Hai Realm swordsmen to treat their internal injuries." Chen Qigu slowly opened his mouth. Although his voice wasn't loud, everyone present could hear him clearly. "You were able to refine two Red Marrow Pills using only a bronze furnace and black charcoal. If I'm not wrong, you're already at the peak of the Alchemy Grandmaster level. You're only a step away from becoming a Grandmaster."
Many people were shocked, but the people of the Heavenly Pill Building were full of pride. The peak of the Alchemy Grandmaster level was a rare talent.
Subconsciously, almost everyone thought that the champion was going to be.
Chu Mu did not have any strange expression. Chen Qigu had not finished speaking.
"After my appraisal, the quality of the Red Marrow Pill that you refined is barely of excellent quality," Chen Qigu concluded.
Under such conditions, it was indeed rare to be able to refine a ninth grade pill of excellent quality, even if it was just barely.
Then, Chen Qigu began to appraise the pills refined by Chu Mu. As he looked, the doubt on Chen Qigu's face became more and more obvious. He even used his index finger and thumb to pinch a milky white pill, sniffed it, and then raised his head to observe it from different angles.
Fifteen minutes later, Chen Qigu was still appraising.
"It can't be a fake pill, right?" Seeing this situation, someone whispered.
The so-called fake pill was a pill that looked like a pill and tasted like one. But in fact, it did not have the effect of a real pill. Taking it would not have the benefits of a real pill. It might just taste okay.
Some scum in the alchemy world would refine fake pills and sell them in order to get money and other things.
The whispers about the fake pill gradually spread. More and more people thought that it was a fake pill. Otherwise, how could Chen Qigu, one of the elders of the Alchemist Alliance and a Grandmaster Alchemist, not be able to identify it after so long?
It could only mean that it was a very high-level fake pill. Even Chen Qigu, a Grandmaster, could not make an accurate judgment. He could only observe it again and again.
Nalan Fenghua and the others also heard the talk about the fake pill. The maid Xiao Huan even quarreled with others. Qin Yang was so angry that his face turned red.
Only Chu Mu's face did not change. It was as if he did not hear anything. Only he knew what kind of pill it was.
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