"Holy crap, Long Aotian, you’re going too far. The elixir is still brewing; it needs at least twenty minutes before it’s done. Am I supposed to just stare at the furnace like a Muggle for those twenty minutes?" Zhang Fan ran off, holding a bowl.
Hearing this, Long Aotian froze suddenly.
"Are you sure? I’m telling you, if you’re lying, I’ll beat you into a Muggle."
Zhang Fan was so angry he nearly dropped his bowl: "Long Aotian, aren’t you my senior brother? Even if you don’t treat as your junior brother, can I refuse to acknowledge you as my senior brother? Have I ever tricked you before?"
These words sparked endless jealousy in the eyes around them.
Damn it, Long Aotian is your senior brother, we all know, do you have to emphasize it?
Do you think we have hearing problems, you jerk?
After all, calling Long Aotian by his na and eating hot pot with the Lion King—damn, that’s enviable.
If it were them, they’d boast about it for a lifeti.
"Heh!" Long Aotian sneered, internally complaining.
"I know exactly what you’re like. Before, it was because I wasn’t your senior brother; did you have a chance to trick then?
And now, I’m very suspicious of you, okay?"
At that mont, the Lion King turned up the furnace temperature and tossed at into the pot.
While doing so, he spoke softly: "If he dares trick you, just go ahead and make a move. Act like an adult and sit down for hot pot."
Hearing this, Long Aotian returned to the dicine furnace and threw so vegetables into the pot, though his eyes kept darting back to Zhang Fan’s dicine furnace.
Zhang Fan squatted beside Long Aotian, eating happily!
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Fan put down his bowl and rushed over to his dicine furnace.
Turn off the heat!
Once the temperature of the brewing crockpot had cooled to room temperature, Zhang Fan returned to Long Aotian’s side.
"So, did it work or not?" Long Aotian was slightly anxious.
After all, the bet involved him, but the actual operation was done by soone else.
Losing ans losing an arm!
Who wouldn’t be nervous?
This is practically putting your fate in soone else’s hands.
"Senior brother, relax, eat with peace of mind! When Zhang Fan handles things, it’s absolutely reliable!" Zhang Fan said, continuing to eat.
The healing pill is already done.
Mind you, when I mastered the body tempering pill given by my master, Ruan Yunxiao, I was completely confident.
This healing pill is too simple.
No need to even watch it.
And so, ti passed little by little.
Four hours to count down, until the final twenty minutes, William Dante also extinguished his furnace.
At that precise mont, William Dante lifted the lid.
Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose directly!
At the sa ti, an intensely rich dicinal aroma wafted through the air.
"It worked!" William Dante shouted in excitent.
Upon hearing this, Ernes’s face flashed with a look of excitent.
The next mont, he moved swiftly and appeared beside William Dante.
Slling the refreshing aroma, Ernes was thrilled.
"Well done, this ti, seriously injured." Ernes patted William Dante on the shoulder and said.
"Hehe, I’ve been practicing making this elixir for half a year." William Dante said, with a bright smile.
In an instant, he took out a dicine bowl and scooped up the brewed paste.
Once the paste had cooled to room temperature, William Dante quickly rolled it into balls!
At this mont, countless people gathered around.
"Whoa, this aroma is so rich!"
"My goodness, just slling the aroma seems to heal so of my wounds."
"William truly is a genius; to be able to brew an elixir at such a young age, the future holds limitless possibilities."
Countless people murmured in awe.
And Felix and a group of Qi gathering experts were full of praise.
They looked at William Dante with warm and respectful eyes!
"Zhang Fan, don’t drop the ball now." Long Aotian said to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan chuckled: "This trash, you call it an elixir?"
Hearing this, the group around Zhang Fan burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, trash? Zhang Fan, have you lost your mind? The elixir William brewed is far from ordinary healing pills.
Also, where is your elixir? Let’s see it."
In an instant, countless eyes turned to Zhang Fan.
"Haha, yeah, where’s your elixir? Let’s see it, I bet it’s just a pot of mush."
anwhile, a murderous intent flared in Ernes’s eyes.
He ignored Zhang Fan and glared at Long Aotian!
"Long Aotian, I have a blade here, are you ready?" Ernes pulled out a curved blade from his waist, the inner strength sword light shining brightly.
He’d been watching Zhang Fan’s alchemy process.
With that speed and thod, can it work?
Don’t be ridiculous!
At the sa ti, Ernes cupped his fists toward the Lion King: "Please, Lion King, arbitrate for us!"
"Well!" The Lion King chuckled lightly, looking at Zhang Fan: "As people in Huaxia say, whether it’s a donkey or a horse, let’s take a look!"
Honestly, the Lion King wasn’t too optimistic about Zhang Fan either.
After all, he watched Zhang Fan’s alchemy process, and compared to William Dante, it was far worse.
With a chuckle, Zhang Fan walked over to his dicine furnace.
Zhang Fan didn’t open the lid imdiately; he first touched the dicine pot.
"Hmm, it’s about right!" Zhang Fan murmured.
"Stop pretending; get on with it!" the surrounding group jeered.
"Heh!" Zhang Fan lightly overlooked the crowd, then unlocked the lid.
"Sniff sniff!"
The surrounding group sniffed, and so even leaned their heads toward Zhang Fan.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t sll a whiff of dicine.
Instantly, the crowd burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, not a trace of aroma, Zhang Fan, what were you brewing?"
"Hehe, with such lousy skills, dare to show off? Tsk tsk tsk, wasn’t it claid billions were spent on research? And this is the result?"
The mocking voices rose continuously.
You know, the quality of an elixir can be distinguished entirely by its aroma.
The stronger the aroma, the better the elixir!
Everyone with any experience in elixirs knows this!
And now, Zhang Fan’s elixir emitted no aroma—ha!
Can you call it an elixir?
At that mont, Zhang Fan chuckled, donned gloves, and reached into the dicine pot to knead for a while, retrieving a chunk of dark green paste!
At that instant, William Dante’s expression changed dramatically.
"Impossible! How can this be!"
William Dante scread in shock.
The paste in Zhang Fan’s hand was unmistakable to him.
His master Franco’s improved healing pill, when successfully made, appears green.
If failed, it’s purple!
Moreover, the more concentrated the color, the better the quality of the elixir!
Mind you, he produced only a light green hue.
Plus, it took him half a year to achieve this quality.
This elixir recipe could only produce such dark green paste from his master, Franco!
How on earth could Zhang Fan have brewed such a quality paste?
And the paste in Zhang Fan’s hand had no aroma—damn, what’s going on?
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