Chapter 1824
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The raw materials were split into two in midair.
One flew in front of Zhen Xiaoxiao, and the other flew in front of Mu Qiuping, whose face was ashen.
Tens of thousands of raw materials were spread out on the ground, and the huge Pill Battle Stage immediately became extremely crowded. Even Mu Yiyi and Mu Lin, who were preparing to challenge Zhen Xiaoxiao after Mu Qiuping, had no choice but to retreat out of the stage.
"Let's begin."
Ignoring the probing and doubts of the crowd, Elder Feng retracted his hand and shouted in a low voice.
At the same time that the shout echoed on the Green Leaf Stage, the spectators all lowered their breathing.
"This is my last trial in the Mu Family …"
Zhen Xiaoxiao slowly closed his eyes and said softly to himself.
The reason why Mu Dan had secretly arranged all this for Zhen Xiao Xiao was because she was under the accelerated flow of time and space of the Paper of Immortal Fate Talisman. She had only learned theory and had yet to truly experience the pressure of pill refinement in actual combat.
Since Li Yan and Li Xu were not peaceful, whether it was her original Devil-suppressing blood or what she wanted to do now … Her future was filled with challenges and uncertainties.
Since that was the case, it was better to first use a ready-made "opponent" to train himself a little.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart surged with gratitude towards his cousin's good intentions. After ten breaths of time, he cast his consciousness towards the ten thousand pill refining materials in front of him and quickly analyzed them in his heart.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was impossible to tell who was better or worse in this process of understanding and creating a pill formula.
After all, at this moment, Zhen Xiaoxiao and Mu Qiuping were both completely focused. They sat on the ground motionlessly, and no one knew what they were thinking.
However, the spectators were not amateurs, but a group of madmen who were extremely obsessed with the Dao of alchemy.
"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine! My limit is fifty-nine raw materials. "One of the people in the crowd had an ashen face. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with his expected results.
Someone at the side immediately comforted him, "This time, the raw materials that Elder Feng has given me are extremely complicated. With my strength, I can only make sixty-seven of them at most. I think … Only with the cultivation of a Pill Ancestor can the raw materials break through a hundred!"
Why was he so obsessed with the amount of raw materials used?
That was because the Myriad Origin Pill formula valued balance the most.
As long as the pill was formed, the quality was not that important. The amount of medicinal strength was not that important. The most important thing was to verify the degree to which both sides had mastered the transformation of plants and the fusion of medicinal properties.
The more complicated the pill recipe was, the more difficult it was to reconcile the contradictions between the various raw materials. When the medicinal power went out of control and reached a certain critical point, the medicinal power between the raw materials could no longer complement each other. Instead, it turned into an explosive force that resisted the fusion of other raw materials.
The speed at which Alchemy Ancestors came to their own conclusions was even slower than ordinary disciples.
That was because with every additional raw material, the possibility of this large-scale pill recipe's evolution would increase exponentially. Trying to determine the limits of every possibility through mental deduction required a great deal of mental effort.
In the blink of an eye, fourteen hours had passed.
This was a magical scene unique to the Mu family. No one found it boring.
It was clearly just a Pill Battle between two people, but all the spectators were racking their brains. Some people even sat on the ground and started calculating on paper.
"I can't do it anymore. I can only answer … six hundred and seven questions at most. Elder Feng's questions are too difficult!"
Mu Liu's face turned purple. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air from his lungs.
He was very dissatisfied with this result. After all, as an alchemy fanatic, he would often test Myriad Origin Pill recipes when he was in seclusion. Under normal circumstances, he could easily break through a thousand.
But this time, the main ingredients that Elder Feng chose from the Medicine Pagoda were all tricky items.
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