Chapter 113 Burning Flame ValleyThe results of the Continental Alchemist Conference cannot be faked, and engaging in shady dealings is simply a joke. However, winning the championship is already a foregone conclusion, as no one can compete with Han Cheng. The eighth-grade alchemists who can reach Han Cheng's level are basically a group of old men. If they really want to compete, they all have eighth-grade nine-color pills, and it is hard to say who will win in the end. However, Han Cheng's efficiency and success rate are definitely the highest among the eighth-grade alchemists, which is also a big advantage during the competition. For pills of the same quality, the one who takes a shorter time to refine will naturally win... The golden sunlight fell on the earth. The moment the sun came out, the entire city of Shengdan began to boil like boiling water. The streets of the inner area were crowded with people, like a vast ocean, with no end in sight. "Damn! Why are there so many people this year? I remember there were only about 70 or 80 Dou Zun masters last time. Why are there so many this time? It must be at least 300 people!?" "Ah, who said it wasn't true? So many people have come, why are there still people coming? Don't they know there are only 20 places?" "Haha, who wouldn't want to try such a good opportunity? If you can grab it, wouldn't you make a lot of money?!" "That's an eighth-grade nine-color elixir. It can even be effective for some Dou Sheng masters. If a Nine-Star Dou Zun can take one, the next nine transformations will be much easier. If you can grab one, you'll earn money. Who would be willing to give it up?"
"Look over there, the ones in the front are the five major families of Danta, and the rest are alchemists. I wonder what they are doing here?" "Who knows? We don't understand the affairs of pharmacists..." "I guess they came to admire Mr. Han's aura. After all, he is the number one alchemist in the continent!" "... Lao Jiu, do you think we can seize the opportunity?" "It's hanging in the balance. Many old monsters have come out." "There are too many people here. No one can guarantee that they will get a chance." "Ah... Try your best, seize the opportunity and rush forward as quickly as possible." "Also, don't break any taboos. If we provoke public outrage, our deaths will be in vain." "Do not worry." In the ninth floor of the Jindan Building, Gu He and Cao Ying, two spectators at close range, greeted each other. Gu He was in a complicated mood. Was this Zhongzhou's genius alchemist? What an enviable talent. At such a young age, he was already a seventh-grade high-level alchemist, and was only one step away from the eighth grade. He is now nearly sixty years old. Although sixty is not very old for a Douhuang, he is obviously not young anymore. With Han Cheng's almost unremitting help, he stabilized his alchemy skills at the seventh-grade intermediate level not long ago. Han Cheng's figure appeared above the Jindan Building. With a wave of his hand, the doors and windows of the eighth and ninth floors opened. The Skyfire Venerable had already been waiting on the eighth floor, with two Sky Demon Puppets standing by to intimidate. Han Cheng looked at so many people and nodded with satisfaction. A crisp bell rang, and in just a breath, twenty places were confirmed. Suddenly, a figure came to the ninth floor. "Tang Zhen, the master of Burning Flame Valley, nice to meet you, Mr. Han." Han Cheng was a little surprised and didn't understand why this person came to see him. "Master Tang, you are too polite. I wonder what you want from me, Mr. Han? The quota for the eighth-grade elixir has already been confirmed." "No, this time I am here to ask Mr. Han to refine the ninth-grade elixir. I wonder if Mr. Han is willing to give it a try?"
Tang Zhen explained his purpose, which really surprised Han Cheng. He didn't expect that someone would dare to ask him to refine a ninth-grade elixir so soon. "Does Valley Master Tang have this much confidence in Han? That's a ninth-grade elixir!" "No, in my opinion, the next ninth-grade alchemist in this Douqi Continent must be Mr. Han. With your attainments in alchemy, you should be able to refine a ninth-grade pill with great confidence, right?" "Haha, Valley Master Tang really has a keen eye for heroes." Han Cheng smiled, then said seriously: "Yes, in fact, Han has already refined the ninth-grade elixir privately, and I have accepted the order from Master Tang." "But according to the regulations, Valley Master Tang is responsible for dealing with the black magic lightning attracted by the ninth-grade elixir." "Of course. Here are the medicinal herbs and rewards. Please keep them, Mr. Han." Tang Zhen was well prepared. It was just the Black Magic Thunder. Although his ancestor was injured, he could still deal with it. Han Cheng accepted the herbs and the reward, but he didn't expect that it was a set of earth-level martial arts and fighting skills. It seems that Tang Zhen is also a wonderful person. "Well, how about this, we start refining this ninth-grade pill one month after the twenty eighth-grade pills?" "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Han. I'll go back and talk to my ancestors first." "Master Tang, please do as you please." Tang Zhen left happily. He didn't expect that his bet was right. The young man's alchemy skills had really reached that level! Han Cheng turned around, looked at Gu He and Cao Ying who were both shocked, and said with a smile: "Come back to your senses, I'm going to start now." After taking the list and payment for the medicinal materials from Venerable Tianhuo, Han Cheng began to make the elixir. The figure of the Fire Spirit was hidden by Han Cheng. After all, Cao Ying was not one of his own, and they had only met a few times. Some things could not be revealed casually. Seven days later, at the moment when the familiar nine-colored thunderclouds were fully gathered, the energy shadow of a nine-colored sky-swallowing python appeared in the air and swallowed the newly condensed nine-colored thunderclouds in one gulp. Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but gasp. Such a powerful force must be at least a semi-saint, right? ! Only some knowledgeable people know that being able to solve the nine-colored thunderclouds at once is something that a semi-saint cannot do, and only a true fighting saint can do it. For a moment, many people who knew about Mr. Han’s previous deeds thought of something and couldn’t help but admire him. "Is that the Nine-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python? Has Mr. Han's wife already advanced to the level of a Dou Sheng? This advancement is too fast!" The Dou Zun powerful warrior from the Tian Yao Huang clan who followed Feng Qing'er to Shengdan City was surprised. You know, he was a Dou Sheng powerful warrior, the supreme among the monsters. There are only a few such great beings even in the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan! "Alas..." Feng Qing'er sighed regretfully, her eyes shining, and her tone full of envy said: "Is it fast? With an alchemist like Mr. Han who can refine medicine at a fast speed, some magical beasts with top-level bloodlines will definitely advance quickly if they are fully trained." "What a lucky guy! If it were me, I would also be at the eighth level now..." "A top-notch alchemist! Indeed, it would be great if our Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan could have an alchemist!" Well, they can only think about this idea. The weak soul power of the Warcraft clan is naturally insulated from the noble profession of alchemist. In fact, before reaching the fifth level, most magical beasts do not have true intelligence. How can they compare with humans who are born with intelligence? As time went by, the next nine-colored thunderclouds were swallowed up one after another... (End of this chapter)