Pill God Returns

In the afternoon, there was generally no competition arranged for alchemists to recover their vitality and prepare for the next day's competition.    

    

Originally, Wu Chen planned to meditate after lunch to recover his strength. The competition in the morning had consumed too much of his strength, so he needed to recover as soon as possible.    

    

However, Zhu Kun, Yang Xiong, and Mu Qing called him out of the room. He was also called into the yard when he went to the yard. There were six other people, just like him, who had passed the test and advanced successfully today.    

    

"I've gathered all of you here for the competition tomorrow." Yang Xiong said.    

    

The seven of them looked at each other. They had already expected that it would be for tomorrow's competition. Now, it seemed like this was really the case.    

    

Zhu Kun said, "Do all of you know about the rules of tomorrow's competition?"    

    

The others nodded. They had long understood. Only Wu Chen asked curiously, "What rules? Are they different from the previous rules?"    

    

In the preliminaries, it was the referees who provided the herbs and explained the rules. Therefore, he thought that the competition tomorrow should be the same.    

    

Mu Qing widened his eyes and said in shock," What did you say? You don't know the rules tomorrow? "    

    

The others were the same. They all looked at Wu Chen in shock, as if he was an alien.    

    

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Isn't it what I said? " Wu Chen muttered.    

    

Yang Xiong, Zhu Kun, and Mu Qing looked at each other. In their minds, everyone should know the rules of the Alchemist Grand Meeting like the back of their hand, and no one would not know about it. Otherwise, why would they participate in the Alchemist Grand Meeting?    

    

Zhu Kun said, "Kid, the rules for tomorrow and the previous rules... That's completely different. During the first three rounds of competition, that was when the organizer provided the herbs and set the rules. However... On the last day, the rules were fixed. That was, the participants would provide the medicinal ingredients themselves and complete the refining task within the specified time. This stipulated time is usually four hours. "    

    

"Provide the medicinal ingredients yourself?" Wu Chen pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "According to what you mean, on the last day, you can refine whatever medicinal pill you want to refine. Is that so? "    

    

"Yes, that's right. Whatever medicinal pill you want to refine, you will refine it." Yang Xiong nodded his head.    

    

" Oh."    

    

Wu Chen finally understood. He had brought the medicinal ingredients and the space he needed to choose was relatively large. Such a rule was pretty good.    

    

"Although one can refine whatever one wishes to refine, under normal circumstances... One would choose a medicinal pill that one is confident in to refine. If that was the case... The success rate is relatively higher, and the quality is also relatively better. Otherwise, they would not be able to refine pills, or the quality would not be good enough. Those are all unable to obtain excellent results. "    

    

Wu Chen nodded. The higher the grade of the medicinal pill, the more difficult it would be to refine. Correspondingly, the failure rate would also be higher. And in this kind of competition, under the circumstances of being the center of attention, if one was unable to refine a complete pill... That would be the biggest joke in the world. Therefore, he chose a suitable medicinal pill that he was more confident in. This seemed to be very necessary.    

    

Zhu Kun asked, "Little fellow, you should be able to refine Fifth-rank Pill, right?"    

    

Judging from Wu Chen's performance this morning, he should be at least a Tier 5 alchemist, or perhaps even a Sixth Rank alchemist. Otherwise, his refining speed and standards would not be so high.    

    

"Yes."    

    

Wu Chen nodded. When he swallowed the Azure Dragon Dragon Soul, the strength of the Soul Force in his body had already reached the level of a Tier 5 alchemist.    

    

Everyone looked at each other. Although they had already expected that Wu Chen might already be a Tier 5 alchemist, now that he had personally admitted it, they were sure that this fellow was really a Tier 5 alchemist.    

    

"Since you are a Tier 5 alchemist, why are you wearing the uniform of a third-rank alchemist?"    

    

When they thought about how this fellow was wearing the uniform of a third-rank alchemist to participate in the Alchemist Conference, they were furious. There was no need for them to act like this.    

    

Especially Tang Ji, Kang Yang, and the others. Initially, they thought that Wu Chen was really just a third-rank alchemist, and that he was just a trash. But now, thinking about it made them angry. They had actually been fooled by this guy.    

    

"I don't have the uniform of any other alchemist. If I don't wear it, what am I supposed to wear?"    

    

To be exact, he didn't even have an alchemist robe. The robe that he was wearing just now was also something that Ka Mu had gotten from an unknown place.    

    

"What? You don't have any clothes?"    

    

Zhu Kun and Yang Xiong widened their eyes. People like them... When their skill in alchemy had a breakthrough, they would immediately apply for the examination. They would get their own robe and badge because that was the symbol of their status. The higher the rank of an apothecary, the better the treatment one would receive in the sect. He would never hide his rank as an apothecary.    

    

The others were also shocked. They looked at Wu Chen as if they were looking at a monster. The uniform of an alchemist was a symbol of one's identity. Even if they lost it, they would find ways to make up for it. Yet, this man was wearing the uniform of a third-rank alchemist. This made everyone think that he was a third-rank alchemist.    

    

Wu Chen shrugged his shoulders. So what if he didn't have any clothes? Who was he? Supreme Pill God, was there a need for him to wear clothes to prove his identity? This was simply a joke.    

    

"You don't have clothes, right? That's easy. We will prepare a set for you." Yang Xiong said, "Compared to clothes, what we are more concerned about is, what kind of medicinal pills do you know how to refine? Little fellow, tell us which Fifth-rank Pill you know how to refine."    

    

The clothes were all external and unimportant. The key was still the alchemy standards. Looking at Wu Chen's performance this morning, his level of refinement... Even Tang Ji and Yuan Feng were no match for him.    

    

In tomorrow's examination, these Tier 4 alchemists were basically just there to make up the numbers. The real point of view was still the battle between the Tier 5 alchemists. This was the key to determine the final result.    

    

"What kind of pill will I concoct?"    

    

Wu Chen smiled in his heart. The number of pills that he would concoct was uncountable. He was sure that he knew more than these fellows.    

    

"Let's put it this way. Little fellow, tell us what your best Fifth-rank Pill is. We will go and prepare the medicinal herbs for you. If possible, fight for a championship for our Beichen House tomorrow."    

    

The champion of the Alchemist Grand Meeting was a kind of supreme honor. In the past, the champion of the Alchemist Grand Meeting was usually won by the people of the Taiyi Sect. The other sects basically had no part in the competition. It was not because their alchemists were not good enough. It was because the people of Taiyi Sect were too strong.