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Xie Wanning looked at the shattered and twisted alchemy furnace and forced an awkward smile.

Do you really want to see it? Xie Wanning herself didn't even know what she had refined.

However, looking at Si Jinchuan's alchemy furnace, the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs, as if one were in a medicinal garden.

Ye Qianqian glanced disdainfully at Xie Wanning's alchemy furnace. It was obvious whether the furnace, now blackened from the explosion, contained elixirs or poison.

On the contrary, Si Jinchuan is very mysterious. I have never seen or heard of the senior brother of Yunxiao Sect being able to refine medicine. Could it be that he is a top expert in alchemy, hiding his merits and fame and not revealing his abilities?

Ye Qianqian sounded an alarm in her heart: the outcome of the battle depended entirely on what grade of pill Si Jinchuan could refine.

Ye Qianqian tugged at the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on Si Jinchuan's steps.

Si Jinchuan slowly walked into the alchemy furnace and calmly opened the lid.

In an instant, the entire secret room was enveloped in a warm and sweet aroma, as if one were drinking a bowl of rich chicken soup on a cold winter day.

Just when everyone thought that Si Jinchuan's pill must be a rare high-grade pill, Xie Wanning, who was closest to Si Jinchuan, couldn't hold back her expression. She frowned and her lips twitched slightly.

"Brother Si, are you serious?"

People nearby heard the noise and came closer to take a look.

The alchemy furnace didn't contain any elixirs at all, but rather a pot full of medicinal soup!

This isn't alchemy; it's just making soup.

Even Wei Changsheng, who was in the air, could hardly maintain his image as a master. He thought that Si Jinchuan was so calm because he must have a backup plan, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even refine a single pill. Instead, he used the pills that he had worked so hard to refine to make soup.

Si Jinchuan remained calm and said earnestly to Xie Wanning, "This medicinal soup is a secret recipe I found in an ancient book. It can quickly restore spiritual power. Would you like a bowl?"

As he spoke, Si Jinchuan took out a bowl and a spoon from his storage bag.

Xie Wanning smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Si. Then I won't be polite."

After saying that, Xie Wanning ladled out a bowl and drank it with relish; it tasted quite good.

However, to Xie Wanning's surprise, Si Jinchuan was not as unapproachable as he seemed; he could actually cook soup for people, although the timing was not quite right.

Ye Qianqian chuckled to herself; the alchemy inheritance was now hers.

However, when she caught a glimpse of Xie Wanning looking completely at ease, she felt an inexplicable anger.

Xu Weilin clearly doesn't know how to refine pills, yet she always manages to attract attention and act so effortlessly. What makes her so composed and confident, and why does she always seem to be one step ahead of her?

Cultivation is like this, and so is swordsmanship.

Just as despicable as Xie Wanning.

Today, Ye Qianqian is determined to make Xu Weilin lose face.

Ye Qianqian saw the alchemy furnace emitting black smoke next to Xie Wanning and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, your alchemy furnace hasn't been opened yet. Everyone is quite curious about what grade of pills you've refined." Ye Qianqian smiled as she looked at Xie Wanning, not wanting to miss a single expression.

Xie Wanning calmly finished the soup in her bowl and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't want to poison everyone. Just to be safe, I'd better not open the alchemy furnace."

Xie Wanning cannot afford to risk the personal safety of everyone present.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, whatever the outcome, please let us see it."

"That's right, how could a elixir be turned into poison?"

"Fellow Daoist Xu, don't feel inferior. We won't laugh at you."

……

A constant stream of laughter and sarcasm followed, everyone waiting to see Xie Wanning make a fool of herself.

Xie Wanning waved her hand, swallowed an antidote pill, and looked around: "Go ahead and open it if you want. Don't blame me for not warning you. I don't even know what bad consequences there might be if this alchemy furnace is opened."

Xie Wanning sat casually on the ground, with an expression that said it had nothing to do with me.

Ye Qianqian smiled and said, "Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."

With that, Ye Qianqian jumped onto the alchemy furnace and opened the lid.

Instantly, a plume of black smoke filled the entire secret chamber, choking Ye Qianqian so much that she jumped off the alchemy furnace and coughed uncontrollably. The other disciples were not in much better condition, their eyes unable to open due to the black smoke.

"What is this thing? How could it be refined into something like this?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Xie Wanning helplessly shrugged. It wasn't her who wanted to open the lid; those people were just asking for trouble.

"Senior, may we announce the winner now?" a disciple called out.

Wei Changsheng stepped forward and solemnly announced, "I hereby declare that the winner of this competition is—Xu Weilin."

The crowd fell silent, as if time had stood still.

Xie Wanning herself was stunned. Was this old man Wei senile? She had only conjured a wisp of black smoke, how could she have won?

"Impossible." Ye Qianqian reacted instantly, her voice sharp: "Xu Weilin didn't even refine the pill, so why should she inherit the legacy?"

"Yes, yes, please think it over, senior!"

"Could they have given Xu Weilin preferential treatment? She doesn't deserve to be the champion at all," someone muttered under their breath.

……

Xie Wanning didn't care at all, thinking that Wei Changsheng had made a mistake in his judgment.

Amidst the uproar from the crowd, Xie Wanning could feel many murderous and jealous gazes, which made her tremble involuntarily.

"Silence!" Wei Changsheng's powerful aura descended, silencing all sound.

“Xu Weilin has refined an eighth-grade pill. According to the rules, I have judged her to be the champion. What’s wrong with that?”

Everyone was astonished. Where was the eighth-grade pill? Wasn't there just a wisp of black smoke?

Wei Changsheng used his spiritual power to clean the dust from the alchemy furnace, and three plump, round purple pills flew out—truly three Grade 8 recovery pills.

"How...is this possible?" Xia Mengqi stared blankly at the pills in the air, confirming that they were indeed Rank 8 Recovery Pills.

She had seen an eighth-grade elixir before; it was a gift from her master.

Only an eighth-grade alchemist can refine eighth-grade pills, but Xu Weilin's alchemy method is completely wrong, so how could she possibly refine an eighth-grade pill?

"Senior, was this competition really fair?" Ye Qianqian asked with a gloomy face. She also didn't believe that Xu Weilin could refine an eighth-grade pill.

Why? Why can Xu Weilin easily refine eighth-grade pills, while she needs to exchange pill-refining abilities with the system to be qualified to refine seventh-grade pills? Is Xu Weilin born to be her nemesis?

Before meeting Xu Weilin, Ye Qianqian's mission progressed exceptionally smoothly.

However, after Xu Weilin arrived, she did not form a contract with the raccoon dog or obtain the swordsmanship inheritance, and her mission progress was in jeopardy.

Hsu Wei-lin is a hidden danger; her fate...

Ye Qianqian clenched her fists, suppressing the murderous intent in her heart.

When the opportunity arises, Xu Weilin will be unable to leave the secret realm.

Xie Wanning was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She didn't know why she could refine an eighth-grade pill. Could this be her talent?

However, upon hearing Ye Qianqian's suspicion, Xie Wanning stood up and retorted, "Fellow Daoist Ye, the competition took place fair and square. Everyone could clearly see all the steps I took in refining pills. How could there be an opportunity to cheat?"

"You don't know how to refine pills at all, how could you possibly refine an eighth-grade pill?" Ye Qianqian said angrily, her eyes seeming to want to devour Xie Wanning.

"I don't know either, maybe I was just lucky." Xie Wanning smiled without any fear.

"Alright then." Ye Qianqian felt like she was laughing in exasperation. If she was lucky enough to refine an eighth-grade pill in one go, she could do it a few more times.

"I want to have another alchemy contest with you. What do you say?" Ye Qianqian made no attempt to hide the mockery in her eyes.

If Xu Weilin refuses, then she has something to hide. If she doesn't refuse, then she will definitely win the next competition.

“Let’s compete, who’s afraid of who?” Xie Wanning agreed.