"White Tiger Gale Pill, can you refine it?"
Ricardo Tate fixed his gaze on Carson Flores, feeling rather dejected.
He couldn’t refine the Heart Guarding Soul Return Pill, which ant he didn’t know how to handle any of the three challenges Carson put forth.
Regardless of whether Carson could refine the White Tiger Gale Pill or not, Carson had already clinched victory after winning the first round.
Carson answered cheerfully, "Yes."
Ricardo was shocked and confird, "You really can?"
Carson reaffird, "Yes."
Ricardo asked suspiciously, "This White Tiger Gale Pill was invented by the Villa Master of White Tiger Villa, and its elixir formula is known by only a handful of people. How do you know it?"
Carson smiled casually, "A senior who taught alchemy passed it on to ."
Ricardo pursued further, "Who taught you alchemy?"
Carson chuckled, "This doesn’t seem to have much to do with the competition, does it? The task has been set, so I’ll begin refining now..."
Ricardo waved his hand dismissively, "You don’t need to refine."
Carson looked up, puzzled, "What do you an, Master Ricardo?"
Ricardo spoke solemnly, "I lost the first round. Regardless of whether you can produce the White Tiger Gale Pill in this round, adding all three rounds together, I have already lost. Now, if you can demonstrate on the spot that you can refine the elixirs you proposed, I will concede defeat!"
Carson clarified, "So if I successfully refine the Ta Su Paste, the Soul Settling Pill, and the Heart Guarding Soul Return Pill, I win?"
"Exactly!"
Ricardo said coldly, "If you can refine them, I’ll admit my loss wholeheartedly. If you fail, it’ll prove you violated the rules and were bluffing. According to competition regulations, you’ll automatically be disqualified!"
As Ricardo said this, he stared straight into Carson’s eyes.
He hoped to see panic in Carson’s gaze, but he was disappointed.
Carson’s eyes reflected only composure, calmness, and confidence.
"Alright!"
Carson picked up the brush and listed the ingredients needed for refining the three elixirs, handing the sheet to the staff nearby.
The staff quickly gathered the materials in the required quantities, and Carson carefully verified them before offering Ricardo a slight smile.
"Master Ricardo, pardon my demonstration!"
Carson began purifying the materials into dicinal liquid. Not only was Ricardo watching closely, but every skilled alchemist present was also observing intently, their eyes fixed on Carson.
The three elixirs Carson proposed were all extraordinarily difficult to refine—none among them could produce them. Yet Carson radiated confidence. Why?
Eliminating the possibility that Carson was bluffing, there was only one explanation!
Carson had mastered extrely precise and extraordinary techniques, allowing him to vastly improve his control!
This rare chance to observe up close—what alchemist would let it slip by?
Even catching a small fragnt of his thods could be beneficial for a lifeti!
The dicinal liquid was quickly purified. Carson opened the Pill Furnace, ignited the Pill Fire, and started refining.
The extracted liquids from each material flew into the furnace, boiling and rging under the tempering of the flas.
"The Eight Refinent thod! He’s using the Eight Refinent thod. This technique is indeed ingenious, but isn’t it supposed to be impossible to achieve with these elixirs?"
"Shut up and watch!"
The Pill Fire surged, and Carson’s hand movents suddenly changed—as if plucking flowers—with his fingers gently sweeping across the furnace in fluid, seamless motions. Every gesture caused subtle alterations in the Pill Fire.
All the alchemists widened their eyes, fixing their stares on Carson’s movents. Many had already begun recording with Soulmirror Stones.
If they couldn’t fully understand it now, they could review it repeatedly later!
Ricardo stood not far from Carson, watching his movents with astonishnt.
What kind of technique was this?
Why had he never seen it before?
Even though he couldn’t precisely sense the subtle changes in the Pill Furnace, his status as an Alchemy Master still allowed him to faintly perceive the delicate transformations Carson’s actions brought about. Their fineness was utterly srizing.
The alchemists had crowded as close as possible to Carson, forming a dense ring around him.
They silently raised their Soulmirror Stones, recording every step of the process. Their gazes toward Carson were now filled with admiration and reverence.
Although the elixirs weren’t yet complete, every alchemist was convinced of their eventual success!
Carson undoubtedly possessed a suprely advanced alchemical technique!
This technique wasn’t native to the Skyland Continent!
Gathered here were the most elite alchemists of the Skyland Continent, and none had ever witnessed such a thod. That left only one explanation—it was a technique from another Immortal Domain!
*Boom!*
The furnace lid flew off, and the Ta Su Paste shot out, landing neatly in a porcelain dish.
The Ta Su Paste had been successfully refined!
Carson’s focus remained unwavering, fully imrsed in handling the subtle changes in the furnace. Distractions were absolutely intolerable. As he finally withdrew his focus and turned his head, he was startled.
What the heck are you all doing?
A thick circle of onlookers had ford, each holding a Soulmirror Stone as if they were paparazzi filming a startled celebrity.
Carson cald himself, turned to Ricardo with a smile, and spoke, "Ta Su Paste—successfully refined. Would you like to inspect it?"
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