Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

"To think that something like this could be found here, I guess everyone will be scrambling to get it. It's going to be a good show!" The man couldn't help but exclaimed. Ying Zheng also echoed beside him.

"But I don't think it's interesting. It's better to stay here and watch the fun. There's no need to care too much about other things..." Although they thought these treasures were ordinary, Yang Ling could feel the extraordinaryness of the iron block. He could not only feel the breath of ancient blood, but also a special breath. Although he couldn't see clearly where this breath came from, he knew it was definitely not simple.

After thinking for a while, Yang Ling felt that it was impossible to snatch it now, but if he participated in the competition, he might still have a chance. As for alchemy, it was not difficult for him. He had obtained a book on alchemy by chance before.

He gritted his teeth thoughtfully and decided to give it a try. His intuition told him that he had to get this thing! So Yang Ling stood up suddenly, and his action attracted the attention of others.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong or something happened?" someone asked.

"Why don't we just leave? This place feels weird!" They looked at Yang Ling and said. However, Yang Ling did not say anything but walked towards the outside. Everyone was stunned looking at Yang Ling's back.

Ying Zheng was confused. Why did he leave so suddenly? They didn't know where Yang Ling was going.

Just when everyone was feeling confused, a figure suddenly passed by the audience. They looked closely and felt that this person seemed familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere.

Ying Zheng rubbed his eyes. Wasn't that Yang Ling? Why did he run onto the stage? Did he have some intention?
"I remember he doesn't know how to refine pills, so why did he go on stage?" someone asked puzzledly.

"Could it be that he's planning to do something big?" another person guessed.

They looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts. What on earth does Yang Ling want to do? Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ling quickly walked onto the stage. Others looked at him, curious about his identity.

"Who is this guy? Why did he suddenly appear on the stage?" someone asked in a low voice.

Feng Yu frowned. He recognized Yang Ling as soon as he came on stage. But what on earth did he want to do?
"Excuse me, can I still participate in the competition now?" Yang Ling looked directly at Feng Yu with a firm tone. The others crossed their arms and were full of disdain.

Are they trying to cause trouble by going on stage at this time? Although they were envious of the competition, they knew they didn't have the strength. Now that they saw Yang Ling standing up, they naturally felt dissatisfied.

"Is this kid crazy? He wants to come up and fight for the treasure as soon as he sees it?" someone mocked.

"That's right, can we kick this guy out? How did he get in?" Everyone was chattering.

The contestants on the stage all won through competition. Who the hell did Yang Ling think he was to dare to interfere? Qiu Ren watched Yang Ling coldly.

"It's impossible for you to participate now, so you'd better give up!" Feng Yu said with a faint smile. However, Yang Ling responded lightly: "I've already said it, and I don't want to repeat it."

Feng Yu was at a loss for a moment. If he knew Yang Ling's identity, he would have kicked him out long ago. Ying Zheng noticed Yang Ling's initiative and showed a playful expression on his face.

"Is he preparing to participate in the competition? Why would he want to join in the fun? Is he thinking too much?" The others acted calmly, after all, this was Yang Ling's own decision. Besides, Yang Ling's strength was not bad, and he could always bring them surprises.

Feng Yu's face looked a little ugly. With so many people present, Yang Ling didn't even give him face. But he still suppressed his anger.

"Are you also a sorcerer?" Yang Ling was stunned for a moment. The situation seemed different from what he imagined. He thought Feng Yu would take action directly. However, he did know a little about alchemy.

He said with a stiff upper lip: "He still knows a little bit, so he has made some achievements!" Feng Yu was thoughtful after hearing this. If Yang Ling was really a sorcerer, then everything would make sense. He hesitated for a while, but finally decided to let Yang Ling participate.

The others looked at Yang Ling with a sneer, thinking that he didn't look like someone who knew how to make pills, yet he was so arrogant. However, this also made them a little interested in Yang Ling.

"Then let him participate. It will be a good opportunity for us to see how strong he is!" Qiu Ren said. Others had no objection.

Feng Yu nodded, saving him from having to talk too much. He briefly explained the rules of the competition: in a short period of time, see who can refine the most pills; if the number is the same, then see who has the best quality.

They had expected the difficulty of the competition to increase, but they didn't expect it to increase so quickly. However, at least they still had some time to prepare. Yang Ling fiddled with the things in his hands and looked around.

Time was running out, so he had to try his best. He remembered the formula of the mental method he had seen before, and immediately began to recite it. While he was fiddling with the things in his hands, he silently recited the formula in his mind.

The most important thing now is to stay calm. After thinking about it, Yang Ling cast his eyes on Bai Qingqing. He had just seen the strength of this woman, and it was estimated that she was not simple. When Bai Qingqing saw Yang Ling, she became alert.

"What are you doing here? What do you want to do?" She asked Yang Ling. Yang Ling coughed and said, "I just want to learn how to make pills from you. Can you teach me some simple hand gestures?"

Bai Qingqing's heart moved when she heard this. If Yang Ling knew how to make pills, why would he ask this? She thought about it and felt that Yang Ling might not know how to make pills at all. But it didn't matter if she taught him. How good could a person who learned and practiced on the spot be?
She said a few words casually and personally demonstrated it to Yang Ling. Yang Ling immediately calmed down and understood. His understanding has always been good. It only took him a short while to grasp the key points. Qiu Ren frowned when he saw this scene. Why is Yang Ling so close to Bai Qingqing?
Feng Yu was also a little surprised. Why didn't Yang Ling go to prepare for the competition, but instead closed his eyes and rested his mind? Is his strength really that strong? However, the power behind Yang Ling was not simple, and he did not dare to offend him easily. If he had a good relationship with Yang Ling, he might be useful in the future.

Yang Ling found a place to calm down and meditate. The competition was about to start, and he didn't look like he was meditating, but rather resting. Others were disdainful of Yang Ling's behavior.

"No way? He can still rest in such an important occasion? How confident must he be in his own abilities to dare to do this!" They wanted to see how powerful Yang Ling was.

Suddenly, Yang Ling opened his eyes. At that moment, he realized something. He understood the method at once and mastered it. Yang Ling's understanding can no longer be described as a demon in front of ordinary people. It is simply terrifying! Such a growth rate will make people jealous.

He felt that he had slowly mastered the essentials of alchemy. Although he was still a little unsure, he was sure that he could hold on to the end with this. Yang Ling did not dare to waste time and stood up immediately.

Seeing Yang Ling's expression, everyone turned their heads away. "I don't think this kid has any real skills, right? Otherwise, why didn't he prepare anything? I don't think he knows anything about alchemy!" Someone mocked.

"That's right! He looks so unfamiliar, does he want to come and take the treasure for himself? And he's talking so much nonsense!" another person echoed. "I want to see how he can win! I don't think he can win in a short time!" After saying that, they calmly withdrew their gazes.

Amidst the constant stream of mocking voices, Yang Ling dusted himself off and prepared to take on the next challenge.

Yang Ling looked around, then said calmly: "I'm not prepared, that's because you are not qualified to be my opponent."

When these words came out, everyone was shocked. Is Yang Ling crazy? He is so arrogant and boastful.

One man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief: "Did he get stimulated by something just now?"

Ying Zheng crossed his arms over his chest, his heart full of disdain: "I believe in him, he is very strong, more than enough to deal with those people."

The man swallowed his saliva, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he secretly prayed that Yang Ling would not lose. After all, Yang Ling's strength was there, and if he offended someone, the consequences would be something he could not bear.

Feng Yu smiled and said slowly: "I underestimated you. Now it depends on your level of alchemy."

Yang Ling looked indifferent, as if nothing in the world caught his eye. All this was in his plan. Next, he only needed to refine another pill according to the ideas in the book of exercises in his mind. That would be enough.

Everyone turned their eyes to Yang Ling, wondering if this guy was crazy. Qiu Ren stared at Yang Ling. His strength was far superior to Yang Ling's. Facing Yang Ling's arrogance, he was not disturbed.

Bai Qingqing looked at Yang Ling, her heart full of curiosity. She wanted to know how Yang Ling would turn the tables.

The game started, and everyone started to move, concentrating their strength in their palms. Qiu Ren and Bai Qingqing were very fast, and they were all alert, not daring to take it lightly, and unwilling to waste energy.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Yang Ling walked forward. He practiced the formula he had just learned and began to comprehend it. The power flowed through his body, a feeling that only people with strong willpower could have. And Yang Ling, relying on this willpower, firmly believed that he would win.

It just so happened that in that technique book, there was a kind of elixir that could be refined without a furnace. Yang Ling only took a glance at it and felt that it was an excellent elixir. But he didn't know how it would perform.

The aura around Yang Ling began to change. Not only could he feel it, but everyone else noticed it as well. They just felt it was strange, but couldn't figure out why. But it was different from the other contestants. Bai Qingqing frowned. She didn't expect Yang Ling's willpower to be so strong. Such a person actually didn't even know the most basic formula?

The aura Yang Ling exuded just now made them feel afraid. He had already become the focus of everyone even before he made a move. Yang Ling's strength was far beyond their expectations. Qiu Ren clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a bit of unwillingness.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Yang Ling was just a guy who changed his career halfway through, so what was the big deal if he was a little stronger?
He continued to devote his energy to refining the elixir, while observing Yang Ling, curious about how he would perform. After a while, Yang Ling still did not move. Of course, he was not idle, but was comprehending the technique at a very fast speed. This technique requires exquisite and wonderful techniques.

The game was far from over, he needed to slowly comprehend it and not rush it. Qiu Ren observed for most of the day, but did not see Yang Ling make any moves, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you were just bluffing. I advise you to withdraw from the competition!" However, Yang Ling's strength is beyond his imagination.

At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly opened his eyes. Qiu Ren's words reached everyone's ears, causing a burst of laughter.

"After all this time, he doesn't want to sleep again, does he? How dare he do that?"

"That's right, he's just a clown who seeks attention. He doesn't have any real ability!"

Yang Ling raised his head and met Qiu Ren's gaze, and said calmly, "You should be the one to admit defeat. If I attack you later, I guess you won't be able to even match one of my fingers."

Qiu Ren thought Yang Ling was bragging and sneered: "Then let's see what you are really capable of!" He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why Yang Ling was still holding on at this time.

He shrugged, and his aura burst out. In his mind, all kinds of strange things flashed. Then, Yang Ling stretched out his hand and grabbed a few medicinal herbs out of thin air.

Then, a stream of spiritual energy gathered in his palm, and the next second it condensed into a ball of flame. Seeing this scene, everyone's pupils shrank. What? Alchemy does not require a furnace?

Does he know how to make pills? Following Yang Ling's actions, Bai Qingqing's eyes flashed with shock. She had seen a method before, a method of making pills that was extremely amazing, which did not require a furnace at all, but used one's own body as a medium, and required a certain ability to control fire, and then slowly condensed the pill into shape.

This technique had long been lost, but Yang Ling performed it exactly as recorded in the book. Bai Qingqing murmured to herself, "Isn't this impossible?" She was quite shocked. Yang Ling's aura was still getting stronger. He quickly controlled the temperature according to the characteristics of the herbs. His speed was very fast, and this action attracted the attention of many people.

What puzzled them the most was that they couldn't tell what kind of pill Yang Ling was going to make? What was going on? Yang Ling had thought it would be difficult, but it wasn't as difficult as he had imagined. However, for Yang Ling, this was still a little bit inferior.

"Can you tell what he's going to make?"

"I can't tell. It feels like he doesn't know how to do it at all. He's just tinkering around!"

"That's right, I've never heard of alchemy without a furnace!"

"That's because you are ignorant. This guy is not as easy to deal with as you think. Just wait and see!"

They chattered and talked, except for a small number of people who supported Yang Ling, everyone else frowned. Bai Qingqing was a little bit unbelievable, not only her, but everyone else also showed surprised eyes. Qiu Ren's face was pale, not for anything else, just because he recognized Yang Ling's method. (End of this chapter)