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Chapter 338

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In the following days, no one from the Medicine Emperor Courtyard came out.

The pill market was completely dominated by the Pill Emperor Hall. Not only the healing pill market, but also the recovery pill market and other areas were all controlled by the Pill Emperor Hall.

Therefore, the Pill Emperor Hall won the first round of the Pill King Competition with an absolute advantage.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Everyone was excited because the second round of the competition was about to begin.

This time, it would be a competition between the younger generation of the various alchemy factions.

Young disciples represented the potential of the future. No one would look down on this point.

Therefore, the participating alchemy factions paid extra attention to the second round.

Pill Emperor Hall.

Many alchemy grandmasters were gathered together. In front of them stood a few young disciples.

These people were all disciples who were going to participate in the second round.

Among them were Lin Xuan and Wu Shaoyu.

Other than Lin Xuan, there were also a few second-grade alchemists. Such strength in Xia Country would be at the peak of the younger generation.

However, there were even more terrifying existences here.

"It's said that someone from the Medicine Emperor Courtyard broke through to the third-grade alchemist realm. Moreover, he has the help of a spirit-grade pill furnace. You all must give it your all!"

"Yes!"

The disciples replied, their expressions excited.

After that, Di Que looked at Lin Xuan.

"Little friend Lin, the people of Skyhill Country like to use pill furnaces to refine pills. This can increase the efficiency."

"I've prepared one for you. Do you need it?"

"Oh, no need." Lin Xuan said with a smile. "I've solved these problems a few days ago, so I've prepared it."

After saying that, Lin Xuan smiled and touched his storage ring.

He did have a pill furnace, and it was self-made. The inscriptions inside were all carved under the guidance of Lord Alcohol.

Lin Xuan believed that this pill furnace wouldn't lose to the Scarlet Dawn Spiritual Stove.

"Alright, let's go to the Wind Moon Plaza!"

The second round was still at the Wind Moon Plaza. It could accommodate tens of thousands of people and was definitely the best location for the competition.

Today's Wind Moon Plaza was a little different. There were many stone platforms on it, standing tall like stone pillars.

The surroundings were filled with cultivators, waiting for the competition to begin.

As Lin Xuan and the others walked on the streets, they could feel that the air was filled with a different aura. The entire city seemed to be boiling.

Some of the younger disciples beside him had fiery eyes as they clenched their fists tightly.

It was no wonder. The Pill King Competition was the highest level competition in the field of alchemy in the Heavenly Mountain Empire. To be able to display one's skills in such a competition and have tens of thousands of people cheer for one, just thinking about it made one excited.

In the past, many young people had become famous in the Tianshan Kingdom after fighting in this arena.

Compared to those disciples, Lin Xuan was much calmer.

This was not his first time participating in such a competition, and his goal was not to become famous throughout the country.

Winning the White Dragon Ascension Pill was his ultimate goal.

Along the way, many people looked at them with envious gazes, and there were even many young and beautiful girls throwing flirtatious glances at them by the roadside.

This also showed how popular alchemists were.

Through the special passage, Lin Xuan and the others entered the Wind Moon Plaza.

Suddenly, countless martial artists shouted, their voices shaking the sky.

In the first round, the Pill Emperor Hall's performance was too shocking. Not only did they obtain first place, they even suppressed the Medicine Emperor Hall.

Hearing the cheers, the younger disciples waved their hands excitedly. Wu Shaoyu even raised his chin proudly.

"Looking at you, you don't look like a young man!"

Beside him, old man Di Que laughed softly when he saw the calm Lin Xuan.

"Don't make fun of me, I'm only calm on the surface." Lin Xuan modestly replied.

"Eh, the people from the Medicine Emperor Hall are here!" He looked into the distance.

Not only him, but everyone also looked at the entrance.

Last month, the Medicine Emperor Hall suffered a crushing defeat. Later on, there was even a scandal of their furnace exploding.

These things became the butt of everyone's jokes.

But even so, when the Medicine Emperor Hall appeared, everyone was still shocked.

A group of people wearing green robes, exuding powerful auras, entered the Wind Moon Plaza like a green flood.

Song Yunxing was walking at the front. Beside him was Elder Blackheart, who was dressed in a black robe.

Behind them were the elders and the younger disciples.

Among the younger disciples, there were two people who stood out the most.

One of them was the daughter of Dean Song, Song Qianqian.

She wore a green robe, which accentuated her exquisite figure. A confident smile hung on her delicate face.

She was like a proud princess, surrounded by a myriad of stars as she walked into the plaza.

The other person was a young man with short hair. He had a muscular body, and his face was as sharp as a knife. His cold gaze contained a trace of arrogance.

This person stood out from the crowd, but his powerful aura made people have no choice but to pay attention to him.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes when he saw the short-haired young man.

Relying on his powerful soul force, he could sense the strength of the short-haired young man.

"What a powerful soul force. Is this a third-grade alchemist from the Medicine Emperor Hall?" Lin Xuan felt a trace of anticipation in his heart.

In the crowd, the short-haired young man seemed to have sensed Lin Xuan's gaze. He abruptly turned his head.

His hawk-like gaze was incomparably sharp, piercing through the void.

His gaze was like lightning as he looked at Lin Xuan.

"Eh, what a sharp perception!" Lin Xuan was surprised. His evaluation of the short-haired young man increased by a few notches.

Sensing Lin Xuan's cultivation and soul force, the short-haired young man coldly snorted and withdrew his gaze.

In his opinion, Lin Xuan was too weak. He didn't deserve to be his opponent.

Not only Lin Xuan, but the short-haired young man, Duan Fei, also felt that no one in the younger generation was worthy of being his opponent.

With great confidence, he slowly walked into the plaza.

After the Medicine Emperor Hall entered, the other alchemy factions also entered one after another. Lin Xuan estimated that there were about five hundred young disciples participating in the competition.

"No wonder these people are so excited. Five hundred people refining pills together. This scene is indeed spectacular." Lin Xuan thought.

After the participants arrived, a few more people entered the plaza.

These people wore silver robes with golden patterns embroidered on their chests. Their bodies emitted powerful soul force.

"Inscription Union!" Lin Xuan was no stranger to this name.

Not only Lin Xuan, but everyone else was also familiar with the Inscription Union.

Especially those alchemy factions, all of them respectfully greeted the Inscription Union. Even the Pill Emperor Hall was no exception.

In the end, the Pill King Tournament was organized by the Inscription Union.

Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to the others. His gaze landed on an old man.

The old man looked very ordinary, like an ordinary old man. If he took off his silver robes, no one would notice him.

However, Lin Xuan was abnormally surprised.

Because on the old man's chest, there were five golden patterns, forming the shape of a pill furnace.

"Fifth grade inscriptionist!" Lin Xuan was surprised. This was the first time he saw a fifth grade inscriptionist.

One had to know that even old man Di Que and Song Yunxing were only fourth grade inscriptionists.

One could imagine how terrifying a fifth grade inscriptionist was!

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