"Little brother, this is not a place you can enter. Please stop," the guard at the door said politely to Yang Wu when he saw Yang Wu.
Yang Wu cupped his hands and said, "I'm here to verify my alchemist rank."
The guard looked at Yang Wu with confusion and said, "Are you sure you're not an alchemist participating in the alchemy competition?"
Yang Wu paused for a moment before replying, "No, my disciple is participating in the alchemy competition."
The guard immediately laughed, "Young man, don't mess around. This is not a place where you can cause trouble. Hurry up and leave."
The guard's temperament was good and his words were gentle. He didn't seem to be overbearing at all.
He had been guarding the door for many years and had seen all kinds of alchemists, so he was very cautious. He didn't judge a book by its cover. The young man in front of him was very outstanding. If he didn't come from a large family, then he came from a large sect. He didn't dare to offend him.
Yang Wu said seriously, "I'm really here to take the alchemist rank test. Please announce my arrival."
"Young man, do you know the rules of the Alchemist Union?"
"What rules? Do you want a red packet?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Our rules state that you need to have an invitation letter from the union or a recommendation from two alchemists in the union. Only then are you qualified to take the test."
"Uh … There's a rule like that? Then forget it." Yang Wu didn't expect the other party to have such a rule. Dan Zi hadn't told him about this before. Perhaps she didn't know about this rule either.
Just as Yang Wu was about to leave, a voice sounded out, "Young man, it's not that hard to enter the Alchemist Union."
Yang Wu looked back and saw a slovenly little old man appear behind him. The old man was holding a wine jug in his hand. His nose was red and the smell of alcohol permeated the air. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot of wine.
Yang Wu was actually unable to see through the little old man's cultivation level. The other party was either an ordinary person or someone stronger than him. He felt that the former was more likely. The little old man looked too ordinary, and he was wearing extremely cheap clothes. He didn't seem to have the demeanor of a big shot.
When the guard saw the little old man, his eyes twitched. Just as he was about to kneel down, he was stopped by the little old man's gaze.
Yang Wu did not notice this abnormality. He asked the other party, "Is there any other way?"
"There are three main requirements for an alchemist. The first is identifying herbs, the second is controlling fire, and the third is condensing the core. As long as you pass these three tests and prove that you are an alchemist, you will be able to participate in the Apothecary Alliance's examination." The little old man slowly walked over and said. Seeing that he was so drunk that he was about to collapse, she really suspected that he was talking drunkenly.
Yang Wu couldn't help but step forward to help him up and asked, "Then how can I participate in these three trials?"
"It's simple. As long as you give me a jug of good wine, I will take you in for the trials," the little old man said with a smile.
Yang Wu froze for a moment, as if he thought that the little old man was trying to trick him. However, he still took out a jug of medicinal wine that he had brewed and gave it to the little old man. "This is the 'Eight Drunken Immortals' that I brewed myself. It's quite strong, and it's enough for you and your family to drink it every time. You have to drink it at home so that you don't pass out drunk outside. That would be a sin."
The Eight Drunken Immortals was a type of medicinal wine that could strengthen one's body and soul. The effects of the wine differed depending on the grade. The jug of wine that Yang Wu gave the little old man had extraordinary effects on Heaven Realm martial artists. The wine was also very fragrant, and it was easy to get addicted to it.
As an alchemist, the medicinal wine that Yang Wu mixed for himself was naturally extraordinary.
He gave it to the little old man because he felt that the little old man was someone who loved wine. It didn't matter if the little old man was sincere in helping him or if he was drunk. In any case, he liked the little old man.
Yang Wu wasn't a stingy person to begin with. It didn't matter if he gave this jug of Eight Drunken Immortals to a fated person.
The little old man took the wine jug and unceremoniously opened the lid. He took a whiff and the intoxicating aroma instantly made him narrow his eyes and say, "Tsk tsk, fragrant, really fragrant. Good wine, good wine!"
Saying this, he raised his head and drank in large mouthfuls. It looked like he wanted to drink the entire jug of wine in one go.
Yang Wu wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but it was too late. He had reminded the little old man not to drink too much, especially if ordinary people drank it. They would explode from the medicinal strength.
However, nothing happened to the little old man. His cloudy eyes became much brighter, and he couldn't help but praise, "It's really a fine wine. It's a pity that it's still young. If it could be stored for a few more years, it would definitely become a peerless wine. Little guy, what good name does this wine have?"
"Eight Drunken Immortals." Yang Wu was certain that the little old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could he still be so sober after drinking his wine?
"Eight Drunken Immortals, Eight Drunken Immortals. To be an immortal in a drunken dream. Good name, good name." The little old man muttered. His body swayed a few times, as if he was about to fall to the ground. Yang Wu was so scared that he hurriedly supported him. He shook off Yang Wu's hand and said, "Little guy, you don't need to support me. I'm known to not get drunk even after a thousand cups."
However, just as he finished speaking, he directly fell to the ground drunk.
Yang Wu was completely speechless.
He had thought that the other party was an amazing expert, but now it seemed that he was just like that.
Yang Wu was about to carry the little old man and leave this place, but who knew that the guard would quickly run over and carry the little old man. He said to Yang Wu, "Little brother, since this old man allowed you to come in for the examination, then come in. I'll report this matter to the higher-ups."
Yang Wu was stunned for a moment and said, "That works too?"
"Come in. The old man is right. Our Apothecary Alliance does have this kind of rule, but we don't usually tell people. Please forgive us, little brother." The guard said as he carefully carried the little old man and brought Yang Wu inside.
Yang Wu was at a loss, but he didn't think too much about it. In any case, it was enough as long as he could enter for the examination.
The guard had Yang Wu wait at the entrance while he first went to settle the little old man down. Then, he hurriedly returned and brought a middle-aged man wearing an apothecary's robe over. He introduced, "This is our Lord Xia Yun 'an. He will take you to the examination."
Xia Yun 'an had a square face, spirited eyes, and a robust body. He had the aura of a superior being. He wasn't simply an ordinary apothecary.
After Yang Wu slightly bowed to Xia Yun 'an, Xia Yun' an raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to take the apothecary examination?"
Yang Wu lightly nodded and replied, "Yes, Lord Xia."
Yang Wu could sense that this Xia Yun 'an was at least in the Dragon Transformation Realm. He also wore a unique emblem that looked quite noble. It was at least the emblem of a Heavenly Apothecary or even a Little Saint Apothecary.
Yang Wu couldn't help but suspect the little old man's identity. He definitely had an extraordinary relationship with the Apothecary Alliance.
Xia Yun 'an didn't ask any more questions. He brought Yang Wu to a room not far away and had someone register Yang Wu's information. Yang Wu looked at the information that needed to be filled in and wrote it down without any hesitation.
The Apothecary Alliance wouldn't accept a person of unknown origin into the alliance. They had to be pure in order to be accepted.
No matter if it was a righteous or evil force, everyone had to have an origin. They had to write it down and register it so that they could find their roots in the future.
It was precisely because of this that they set the rule that those who wanted to take the alchemist examination had to be recommended by more than two members. Some rogue cultivators and wild cultivators were only selectively accepted, not every one of them, so as to avoid ruining their reputation.
Yang Wu filled in the Yang Wu of the Yang Clan. He didn't write in the Heavenly Palace. The Heavenly Palace hadn't appeared yet. He had to wait until he obtained the title of Dragon Emperor on the Heavenly Dragon Ranking before he could call himself a member of the Heavenly Palace.
"The Battle Clan Realm's Yang Clan also has an alchemist. That's quite surprising. Perhaps he's just an ordinary Medicine King," Xia Yun 'an thought to himself. Then he thought, "Being able to meet Elder Zui is really a stroke of luck."
After Yang Wu finished filling in his information, Xia Yun 'an brought Yang Wu to an examination room. He said to Yang Wu, "Identifying herbs, controlling fire, and condensing pills. Only after completing these three tasks will you have the qualifications to participate in the examination. There are forty-nine herbs over there. Go and identify their names and effects."
Yang Wu walked over to the herb rack and began to point at each herb, listing out their names and effects in an orderly manner.
Identifying herbs was the foundation of an alchemist. As a Saint Alchemist, Yang Wu was just a child's play to him.
Xia Yun 'an saw Yang Wu quickly identify the forty-nine herbs as if they were precious pearls. After that, he confirmed that Yang Wu had put some effort into identifying herbs.
These forty-nine herbs didn't seem like a lot, but each one of them was extremely difficult to identify. They might be similar herbs or uncommon herbs. Alchemists who didn't have a deep understanding of herbs might make a mistake. However, the youth in front of him didn't make a mistake. He really did have some foundation.
"The second test is controlling fire. One hundred and eight iron birds will fly out here. Each iron bird's flight path is different, and their sizes are different as well. You have to use your true fire to hit the marked spots on them. You have to hit at least one hundred of them. Start now." Xia Yun 'an said. He took a step forward as if he was stepping on a mechanism. Suddenly, one hundred and eight iron birds appeared out of thin air.
These iron birds weren't living birds, but puppets controlled by an array. Their flying speed wasn't much different from real birds. Some were as big as a human head, and some were as small as a fist. Each iron bird was marked at a different location. Hitting the marks with fire wasn't an easy task. After all, these iron birds were constantly flying in a crisscrossing pattern. It wasn't just a test of one's ability to control fire, but also one's eyesight.
Yang Wu looked at these iron birds. With a flick of his finger, bits of fire flew out from his finger, shooting at those flying iron birds.
Bang! Bang!
No matter how these iron birds flew, they weren't fast in his eyes. He used his fire to shoot down their marks. It couldn't be any simpler. In a few dozen breaths, these iron birds were all shot down.
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