"An Xu over there is also adding the third ingredient..."
Old Elder Dan shifted his gaze toward An Xu’s location, noting that the third ingredient An Xu added was the sa as what he had theorized.
"Although slightly behind Mo Wangchen, managing to reach this stage is not simple..."
He couldn’t help but nod in approval, thinking to himself how comndable the younger generation was.
"Boom!"
The competition continued, with all participating alchemists proceeding cautiously, yet the occurrence of furnace explosions was inevitable.
Many ended up with sooty faces and sighed in disappointnt; initially confident in the competition, they found themselves quite embarrassed by reality.
"There are still a few who have deduced the initial steps, not bad at all."
Elder Dan scanned the crowd and discovered that besides Mo Wangchen and An Xu, a few other participating alchemists had also figured out so steps in crafting the Concentration Pill.
Unfortunately, perhaps their skills were not yet honed, as they had only reached the second step thus far.
"Young man, slow down, don’t rush. The Alchemy Fire must perfectly integrate with the Great Dao Divine Power to preserve the dicinal properties more effectively."
As ti passed, it was uncertain how long it had been, but Mo Wangchen finally began adding the tenth ingredient into the Pill Furnace.
Having reached this stage with great difficulty, he needed to proceed with extre caution, or else all efforts would be wasted.
"Tower Master, Mo Wangchen is now adding the tenth ingredient. Are his steps correct?"
On the platform, soone couldn’t resist asking.
From start to finish, most of their gazes were focused on Mo Wangchen’s direction.
"I have researched the Concentration Pill for nearly a hundred years, and could only deduce the crafting of five ingredients, ten..."
Elder Dan’s eyes glead even more brightly; the process of crafting the first five ingredients by Mo Wangchen was almost identical to what he had deduced over the years.
But after the sixth ingredient, he began to not understand anymore.
Because he had yet to figure out that step.
And during the crafting process, so small details were very difficult to see.
Even witnessing Mo Wangchen’s process of crafting the Concentration Pill, Elder Dan knew he wouldn’t succeed when trying it himself afterward.
Finally, as ti went on, most alchemists’ skills were insufficient and they were eliminated.
Two sets of ingredients were destroyed without success, an elderly man with Holy Rank three-grade skills stood up from his spot, looking dejected, "Alas, my skills are not there yet, I am far too lacking..."
"Daoist Fellow, do not lose heart. It’s not that your skills are insufficient, but this so-called Concentration Pill is truly too difficult to craft. I even doubt whether such a pill truly exists?" Another alchemist ca over, offering comfort.
"If only it were so, but why do the two of them seem to be progressing so smoothly..."
The Holy Rank three-grade alchemist glanced over at Mo Wangchen and An Xu, "From earlier, I’ve been paying attention to them. Their alchemy skills are exceptional, and there seems to have been no mistakes in their alchemy process so far."
"Even with your Holy Rank three-grade skills, success was elusive; for those two youngsters, though talented, they shouldn’t be able to succeed either." He again remarked.
Gradually, more competitors failed, leaving only Mo Wangchen and An Xu in the entire venue.
"Still continuing..."
On the platform, when they saw Mo Wangchen adding the fifteenth ingredient into the Pill Furnace, Elder Dan was utterly astonished, his heart was greatly shaken.
Although he couldn’t quite understand Mo Wangchen’s crafting process, upon careful consideration, he still could recognize that Mo Wangchen’s steps were remarkably flawless.
Not just Elder Dan, many others were equally amazed, including the alchemists who had failed but not left the venue, "An Xu is also adding the eleventh ingredient..."
"Starting from the fourth ingredient, An Xu had been secretly observing Mo Wangchen. It seems after the fourth, he couldn’t figure it out, but by sheer chance noticed sothing about Mo Wangchen, so from the fourth ingredient onward, he was mimicking Mo Wangchen." Elder Dan squinted his eyes and quickly noticed this point.
An Xu’s persistence till now wasn’t due to exceptionally strong skills; after the fourth ingredient, he began imitating Mo Wangchen’s thod, placing the ingredients in order and refining them in the Pill Furnace.
"There is no furnace explosion, indicating his imitation is quite successful, but in areas of detail, he probably handled it roughly. It’s evident that An Xu is now struggling." Elder Dan comnted.
He shook his head internally, such forceful crafting was not beneficial for An Xu. While he had to constantly pay attention to Mo Wangchen over there, he also had to keep watching his Pill Furnace and analyze so pharmacology himself.
This placed a significant burden on one’s perception, which could potentially lead to a backlash.
"I can’t lose, I must persist!"
Under the gaze of all present, An Xu gritted his teeth, his face already a bit pale, "If he can persist, following his path, there’s no reason I can’t!"
An Xu was extrely envious of Mo Wangchen, never expecting that among over five hundred Holy Rank alchemists in the competition, only Mo Wangchen would have a high probability of successfully crafting the Concentration Pill.
And he himself had persisted only by imitating others.
Thinking of this, he felt increasingly discontent.
Why is it that even with a Holy Rank two-grade skill, he couldn’t even compare to a young Mo Wangchen?
He was unwilling!
He was the number one genius in the Alchemy Dao Realm of Ming Land; how could he lose to Mo Wangchen?
"The twelfth ingredient..."
Finally, after completing the refining of the eleventh ingredient, An Xu also began adding the twelfth ingredient, as he rembered Mo Wangchen doing so, into his Alchemy Furnace.
"Boom!"
However, the next mont, tragedy struck.
For so unknown reason, shortly after adding the twelfth ingredient, An Xu’s furnace emitted a dull explosion sound.
Along with it, a waft of smoke mixed with the scent of burnt herbs spread from within the furnace.
At this mont, his furnace had exploded!
"No..."
Perhaps the blow was too severe, and the consumption of perception was too extre; An Xu couldn’t hold back from spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"An Xu has also failed!"
All around, everyone’s face was filled with astonishnt; by now, only Mo Wangchen was left continuing in the venue.
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