Peng, peng …
Near the end, an ear-piercing sound of pills exploding suddenly rang out in the silent and oppressive Skyfire World.
An eighth-grade alchemist had made a mistake while condensing the pill patterns, causing the medicinal power in the pill to leak out. The flame went out of control and the furnace exploded, causing all his efforts to go to waste.
Perhaps they were infected by the failure of this eighth-grade alchemist, but in the next hour, more alchemists failed.
However, the continuous explosions did not affect Ye Chenfeng and the rest. Ye Chenfeng cleared all distracting thoughts and released his powerful soul spirit to control the flames in the Vermilion Bird Cauldron. At the same time, he condensed the ancient pill patterns and increased the quality of the Ancient Path Golden Core.
Although Ye Chenfeng's soul spirit had reached the level of a Three-star Dao Saint, continuously condensing the mysterious ancient pill patterns and controlling the Death Flame Heavenly Fire to refine pills still made Ye Chenfeng's soul spirit feel a little tired.
However, unless he had no other choice, he did not want to expose the Sky Burning Initial Sacred Flame too early. He kept spitting the Death Flame Heavenly Fire into the Vermilion Bird Cauldron to increase the speed of condensing the Ancient Path Golden Core.
After another six hours, there was not much sand left in the hourglass. The Saint Son of Fire Spirit's eyes suddenly shone brightly. He spat out a mouthful of essence blood from his mouth and melted into the three-legged cauldron.
After absorbing the Flame Spirit Saint's blood essence, the heavenly fire in the cauldron became even more vigorous. It crazily refined the Bodhi Ancient Path Pill that was violently tumbling in the flames.
Finally, after the Flame Spirit Saint's blood essence increased the power of the flames, the Bodhi Ancient Path Pill was successfully refined. It was like a beast that had just awoken. It broke through the boiling hot lid and floated in the void.
"Eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Path Pill!"
Seeing the eight mysterious pill patterns on the surface of the Bodhi Ancient Path Pill that the Flame Spirit Saint had refined, many people in the viewing pavilion exclaimed.
"The Flame Spirit Saint is indeed a rare alchemy genius of the Sacred Fire Valley. He can refine an eight-mark Ancient Path Pill at such a young age. His potential is unimaginable!"
"Yes, the Flame Spirit Saint is too scary. If he is given time, he will definitely become a Saint Alchemist. He might even become the youngest Saint Alchemist in the Central World!"
"By the way, have you heard about the bet between Feng Chen and the Fire Spirit Holy Son?" Suddenly, someone in the viewing pavilion asked.
"Of course I have. Although Feng Chen's performance yesterday was amazing, I feel that there is still a big gap between him and the Flame Spirit Saint. It is inevitable that he will kowtow and apologize!"
After witnessing the Flame Spirit Saint Son refine the Eight Runes Ancient Dao Pill through the light barrier, the spectators in the viewing pavilions were all stunned by the Flame Spirit Saint Son's superb alchemy skills. Almost no one thought highly of Ye Chenfeng anymore.
Even Wang Tian Marquis and Mu Qinghuo were slightly worried about Ye Chenfeng. They were worried that he would be distracted by the Flame Spirit Saint Son and fail at the last moment.
Just as the Fire Spirit Holy Son held the eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Way Pill in his hand and looked at Ye Chenfeng proudly, beams of fire were released from the Phoenix Burning Furnace.
Jiao Yuyan shouted as her hands quickly moved, forming a series of mysterious hand seals that heavily struck the boiling hot walls of the Phoenix Incinerating Furnace.
In the next moment, the scorching hot Bodhi Ancient Way Pill flew out of the Phoenix Burning Furnace, releasing a gentle white light as it hovered in the air.
"Eight Runes! He actually refined an eight-mark Ancient Way Pill!"
Seeing that the Bodhi Ancient Way Pill floating above Jiao Yuyan's head had also reached the eight-mark quality, the Flame Spirit Holy Son raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
He knew how difficult it was to refine an eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Way Pill. If he hadn't read Yao Yan's tens of thousands of years of alchemy experience, which allowed his alchemy skills to be reborn and opened his eyes, he definitely wouldn't have been able to refine an eight-mark Ancient Way Pill.
"Could it be that he can really refine an Ancient Way Golden Pill?"
Thinking of this, the Flame Spirit Holy Son's gaze couldn't help but drift to the stone platform beside him. Ye Chenfeng's face was slightly pale.
Seeing the slightly strained Ye Chenfeng, the Flame Spirit Holy Son's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile as he relaxed.
He felt that even if Ye Chenfeng managed to refine an Ancient Way Golden Pill at the last moment, it would still be impossible for him to refine a five-mark Ancient Way Golden Pill. Although the Bodhi Ancient Way Pill was inferior to the Ancient Way Golden Pill, in terms of alchemy quality, the Flame Spirit Holy Son could surpass Ye Chenfeng and obtain the final victory.
And judging from Ye Chenfeng's strained appearance, there was an 80% chance that Ye Chenfeng would fail at the last moment, or that he wouldn't be able to refine an Ancient Way Golden Pill within the time limit.
After the Flame Spirit Holy Son and Jiao Yuyan, many other Grade Nine Alchemists also completed their alchemy. However, even more people failed at the last moment.
Time passed by slowly. Seeing that the fire and sand in the funnel had run out, Ye Chenfeng's hands, which were covered in Ancient Way Golden Pill patterns, fiercely pressed them into the Vermilion Bird Cauldron.
Following this, an ear-piercing bird cry rang out. A lifelike Vermilion Bird phantom broke out of the scalding Vermilion Bird Cauldron. In the Vermilion Bird's sharp beak was a dazzling golden Ancient Way Golden Pill that was releasing the power of the Great Dao.
Just as the Flame Spirit Holy Son's eyes widened, wanting to see the quality of the Ancient Way Golden Pill that Ye Chenfeng had refined, the nimble Ye Chenfeng retrieved the Ancient Way Golden Pill from the Vermilion Bird phantom's beak. He sat cross-legged beside the stone platform and silently adjusted his breathing to recover the Spiritual Energy he had consumed.
"Motherf * cker, this kid is really lucky. He actually refined the Ancient Way Golden Pill at the last moment."
The Flame Spirit Holy Son cursed in his heart. However, although he did not see the quality of the Ancient Way Golden Pill that Ye Chenfeng had refined, judging from Ye Chenfeng's cautious attitude, he felt that the Ancient Way Golden Pill that Ye Chenfeng had refined should not be of high quality.
Otherwise, Ye Chenfeng would have already shown off to him.
Not long after Ye Chenfeng had refined the Ancient Way Golden Pill, the funnel had run out of fire sand. The three-day semi-final competition had ended. The Inhibition Spell around the stone platforms had disappeared.
"Feng Chen, I did not expect you to be so lucky. Even I am a bit envious. I wonder how many Ancient Way Golden Pill you have refined?" The Flame Spirit Holy Son looked provocatively at Ye Chenfeng, who was holding the Ancient Way Golden Pill in his hand. His face was slightly pale. He revealed a hint of mockery.
"What, Flame Spirit? Do you think that you have already won? "Ye Chenfeng glanced at the Flame Spirit's Saint Son coldly and said indifferently.
"Of course. I am the first to refine an eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Way Pill. Who do you think can beat me in the semi-final?" The Flame Spirit Holy Son revealed a hint of arrogance and said.
Although his arrogant words made many Tier Nine Alchemists unhappy, the eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Way Pill that he had refined was indeed unparalleled. The Alchemists were angry but did not dare to say anything.
Seeing the sullen expressions around him, the Flame Spirit Holy Son's smile grew wider. He continued to provoke, "Alright, Feng Chen. Stop hiding. Let us all see how many Ancient Way Golden Pill you have refined. Don't tell me it is only one Ancient Way Golden Pill that you have refined."
"Ah, a frog at the bottom of a well is a frog at the bottom of a well. You think you are invincible after refining an eight-mark Bodhi Ancient Way Pill. What a joke!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head. The corner of his mouth curled up. He revealed a hint of mockery and said, "I really don't want to tell you that I have refined a nine-mark Ancient Way Golden Pill."
"What …"
Seeing Ye Chenfeng pinching the Ancient Dao Golden Core between his fingers, not only was the Flame Spirit Saint Son dumbfounded, but all the alchemists, including Jiao Yu Yan, were also dumbfounded. The Heavenly Fire Realm, which had been noisy just a moment ago, was now completely silent.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the nine-mark Ancient Way Golden Pill between Ye Chenfeng's fingers. It seemed to have a demonic nature. They could not pull themselves away.
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