Looking around, he discovered he was not the only one who had completed the pill; at least a quarter of the experts had finished as well. Among the many who had not yet finished, so were struggling, while others bore serious expressions but were evidently on the right track.
Everyone who finished their pill was confident they would progress to the next stage of the competition. Among these alchemists were those who had been training for over a decade.
Although these experts believed they had done well, none intended to produce a perfect pill. One of the challenges in creating a perfect pill, especially a Monkey Strength Pill, was that it required more than the allotted two hours.
They were sure they would go far. They knew no one could surpass their achievents, and as they looked at many of the current alchemists, their faces bore a haughty expression. When they noticed Yan Xiaobao finally finishing his pill, even disdain appeared in their eyes.
As soone of Emperor-level, they regarded him as one of their greatest challengers, but seeing how long it took him to make rely a third-level pill, they now began to look down on him.
Faced with many gazes, Yan Xiaobao was not bothered by their thoughts. The clarity and pride in Yan Xiaobao's eyes made their gazes disappear in an instant. None of them could withstand his gaze without feeling uncomfortable.
Among the crowd, Qiao, Lao, and Wang Julong stood with their hearts pounding. They were nervous when they saw how difficult it was for Yan Xiaobao, but when he finished his pill, they cheered loudly. They were wholeheartedly supporting him.
Having consud the pill, Yan Xiaobao also looked at many opponents, his eyes falling on Zhong Hei. The mont he saw him, his heart beca cold, and a murderous intent rose around him. He quickly suppressed the hatred he felt, but whenever he looked at Zhong Xi, he vowed to win the first prize. He swore that Sha Yun would gain freedom once more and return freely to Yan Xiaobao and his family.
Observing Zhong Xi, Yan Xiaobao notices that even though he is still refining, he also desires a perfect pill. Noticing this mont, Yan Xiaobao grits his teeth. He knows the other experts pose trouble as well, but he remains untroubled. He has the Silvermoon's Pill to use, so he should be able to win this tournant; however, sothing about Zhong Xi makes him anxious. He feels that as long as Zhong Xi is in the competition, victory will not co as easily as he expected.
Zhong Xi is a mber of Zhong Hui's Frozen Army. This army harbors many secrets, and if they have secrets about alchemy, it wouldn't surprise Yan Xiaobao. Aware of this, he grits his teeth, hatred flashing in his eyes.
"Bring it on." he murmurs. "Anything you can do, I can do better." he mumbles to himself. Yan Xiaobao finally calms down, his eyes leaving Zhong Xi, shifting to all the other experts participating in the competition.
It is evident that many of these contestants are incapable of making contraceptive pills. They have only recently beco alchemists and are really just first or second-level alchemists. For them, attempting to create a third-level pill is simply asking too much.
Ti slowly passed by, and soon two hours were over. The woman judging the competition suddenly stood up, her cold voice resounding in the square once more, "Leave your table!"
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