Chapter 19: The Great Realm of Alchemy

The adults on the Baiyu platform were deeply shocked, and the true disciples obviously had no premonition that there was a strong man behind them.

Fang Ling was immersed in the world of selflessness at this time. For him, alchemy was no longer an alchemy, but a kind of enjoyment that resonated with medicinal materials. Various knowledge showed amazing growth on the body under the urging of this state.

In front of Fang Ling, the gate leading to the great realm of the alchemy is no longer a gap, but a road that is fast and accessible. With a little effort, you can push open this gate and surpass your own limits.

Time passed quickly, one hour, two hours, one day, two days, more than three hundred disciples sat firmly in the field like stone statues, maintaining the alchemy posture and breathing calmly.

The other disciples on the platform dared not relax at all. They stared at the field without turning their eyes, pondering the essence of the alchemy in order to improve their own strength. Of course, there were also young disciples who were quietly lazy. Although they were standing, they had already entered a dream.

When the fourth day entered, a violent explosion suddenly echoed throughout the audience. When everyone looked into the field, they saw a elixir in front of a disciple fell to the ground on the north side of the field. The cauldron cover spewed out a hundred feet high, and fell to the ground and directly smashed a deep pit. A thick black air mass appeared from the cauldron, and then a "click" cracked into a pile of fragments. The jade that formed a defensive magic array around the cauldron had already turned into a pile of powder under the impact.

The disciple was also blown to his face, as if he had a layer of black mud. He was obviously not shocked by the sudden change, so he was stunned and his face was dull and he had not come back to his senses for a long time.

Everyone was frightened to see that there was such a great power with a defensive array. If there was no defensive array, the consequences would be unimaginable. As for the reason for the explosion, it was obvious that he must have been poor operation, which led to the explosion of the inner alchemy of the ferocious beast.

At the same time, three fellow disciples around him were confused because of the explosion and suddenly became defeated.

From the fourth day, players left the field due to various factors, and the number of people in the field gradually decreased from more than 300 to more than 100, and then dozens of people.

The number of people gradually decreased. For those who continued to refine alchemy, they did not feel any relaxation, and there was no need to be distracted at all. On the fifth day, the number of people had decreased to sixty people. At this time, everyone also ushered in the most critical stage - Dividing the alchemy.

Each pill prescription not only stipulates the name of the medicinal material, but also contains its portion. If a sufficient portion of medicinal material is put into the alchemy cauldron, the pills refined have a maximum number of limits. Take Mingkong Qixiang Pill for example. A sufficient amount of medicinal materials can only make up at most 15 pills.

The so-called elixir is when all the medicinal materials in the cauldron are melted and the elixir is about to form elixirs, using supreme true power and exquisite techniques to divide the medicinal materials into a certain number of equal parts, and then these equal parts can be refined into finished elixirs.

Of course, if you want to divide a thousand medicinal materials that have been fused evenly, the amounts of each medicinal material are different, and the amounts of separated are different. This is a very troublesome and meticulous work. During the distribution process, some may have less effect in equal parts and cannot be refined into pills, while others may have more effect in the medicine, and the excess can only be lost in vain.

During the refining process, any kind of pill needs to be divided according to its maximum number limit. Xiang Mingkong Qiying Pill must be divided into 15 equal parts during the process of dividing pills, but not everyone can control the refining of 15 pills at the same time, so the alchemist will adjust according to his own ability, give up some pills, and concentrate on controlling several of them.

Now according to the rules, more than 5 pills must be refined, which means that everyone must refine 5 equal parts of them at the same time after dividing the pills, and give up the other equal parts. Considering the possible loss during the refining process, this quantity must be raised upwards. 7 equal parts and 8 equal parts are the safest.

Fang Ling's body moves with his heart, his hands move like wind. The energy of heaven and earth in his body turns into strands of light silk, like countless hands evenly splitting these medicinal materials, forming 15 semi-finished elixirs. Each elixir is a fist-sized liquid, which constantly changes shapes under the heat of fire.

Fang Ling had already made a decision in his mind to pass the 5 pills that needed to be refined. Of course, he could choose to refine 15 pills to challenge the limit of quantity. The difficulty can also be imagined. Anyone who has a little understanding of the elixir knows that every time he refines one pill, the difficulty of the operation will double. Therefore, when Cui Pu and others refine more than a dozen pills every time in the first two rounds, it was simply a shock to the 100,000 disciples on the platform.

However, since he refined the perfect elixir in the second round, what Fang Ling thought of was another thing. He wanted to refine 5 perfect elixirs!

In other words, the difficulty of 5 equal parts of the medicinal materials is perfectly astringent without a trace of omission is more challenging than refining 15 pills!

After the pill division is over, everyone enters the final process of refining, which takes at least two days to refine the pill. This process is extremely difficult and dangerous, and there is no tolerance for any mistakes.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, another sector made mistakes and left the field. The most tragic one was one of the top-level experts. Everything was going well before, but he overestimated his ability and controlled 15 pills at the same time. But in the afternoon, he couldn't hold on and was about to give up a few pills. But he didn't expect that if one of the improper operations and the breath was disordered, the 15 pills exploded one after another in the cauldron one by one, and the last pill was not left.

On the fifth day, only forty were left out of the sixty people, and there was even a true disciple who had just entered the Tianrong Realm.

Looking at the audience, Fang Ling seemed particularly eye-catching. Apart from the 26 true disciples, the rest of the people were all at the peak of the Tianrong Realm. Only Fang Ling, the only one with the lowest cultivation level, was the calmest and fluent one among the alchemists.

Bai Wenhai and others still talked about his techniques, and they couldn't even think of what conditions did a disciple who grew up in the mortal world have to develop such a wonderful technique? If you want to know the result, you can only wait until you ask later.

Above the clouds, the figures of the cultivators were hidden in the glow of light, not very deep, no one could hear their words, and no one could see their expressions.

On the sixth day, the number of people continued to decrease, forty, thirty-nine, and thirty-eight. Every person who left the field was full of regrets, especially the few people who advanced to the top thirty but did not have the chance to enter the fourth round.

On the seventh day, the 100,000 disciples could not help but secretly shocked. Even Bai Wenhai and others could not hide their surprise. At this time, there were still 27 people left in the field. In addition to Cui Pu and 26 true disciples, Fang Ling was still present, and there were no other introductory disciples left.

The reason why everyone was surprised was that in the history of the alchemy conference, few introductory disciples could pass the third round. Even if anyone had passed, they were still the bright people in the peak realm. The fourth round match has always been a unique stage for true disciples. However, it is unheard of for a young man in the stable stage of the Tianrong Realm to fight to the end stage.

Fang Xiande was breathing anxiously. He had expected that this baby nephew might pass the test, but at this last moment, he couldn't help but feel nervous and worried, as if he was on the court.

Bai Wenhai and others were wandering back and forth on the True Disciples and Fang Ling. These disciples each had their own advantages and their own abilities. The remaining true Disciples were extremely likely to pass the test. As for Fang Ling, everyone was an unknown person, just because there were too many mysteries in him that it was impossible to guess that he had the most skillful strength.

The night gradually fell, and the surrounding light was lit up again. As the pill was about to be produced, everyone held their breath and did not dare to do anything, for fear of disturbing everyone in the field.

Half an hour later, when Cui Pu suddenly moved, he stretched out his hand as if he was slow and fast, and suddenly a strong fragrance overflowed from the cauldron. Everyone stood on the platform, staring at it with their heads raised their heads, and suddenly saw 13 golden spirit pills in the cauldron.

The audience was immediately cheered and cheered, and their voices soared into the sky. Bai Wenhai and other adults nodded and praised repeatedly, saying that Cui Pu was a rare genius.

A proud look also appeared on Cui Pu's face. Although he lost 2 pills, he was the best in his sect to reach this point.

Immediately afterwards, the true disciples successively unveiled the cover of the cauldron, revealing the pills in the cauldron, at least seven or eight, and at most, at most 10, but none of them could compare with Cui Pu, who had 13.

After all the true disciples revealed the tripod, they realized that there was actually someone who was refining alchemy behind them. They turned around at the same time, and Cui Pu was secretly surprised. No one expected that an introductory disciple could hold on until the end, and he was a fellow disciple in the stable period.

Fang Ling closed his eyes slightly, his palms parallel to the cauldron, his breath was like fire, and his whole body was like a wandering outside the universe, giving people an indescribable sense of mystery.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on him, and they didn't dare to show their momentum. Deep in their hearts were speculating on the possible situations. Various emotions were intertwined, making everyone's hearts look like a big stone, and they dared not feel at all relaxed.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, and a quarter of an hour passed. Fang Ling was like Mount Tai, and his consciousness was also making the final breakthrough at this time. It was a gate of alchemy that was about to be opened after the mysterious contact of two rounds of competition. He exhausted all his strength and finally, the thick gate slowly retreated to both sides. The white light in the door immediately enveloped him. Fang Ling finally peeked at the great realm of alchemy!
Chapter completed!