Mad Doctor No. 9

Although his tone was polite, anyone could hear the provocation in his words.

Su Zhenhai stood to the side, a half-smile on his face.

Ye Hongdao's face darkened, and he said, "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Su, it's really inconvenient today. Let's talk about the sparring later."

Zhou Muchen seemed not to hear, his gaze finally landing on Wang Tian. He looked him up and down, noticing his young age and lack of any aura of a master, and sneered, "You must be the senior Miss Ye mentioned? May I ask which sect you belong to? What kind of pills do you specialize in? I am Zhou Muchen, and I have some knowledge of alchemy; perhaps I can be of assistance."

He emphasized the word "point out," making it sound provocative.

Clearly, they had heard that Wang Tian had defeated the Black Fiend Sect and that the Ye family held him in high esteem. Feeling resentful, they came specifically to kick him while he was down and make a name for themselves.

In the hall, the Ye family members all looked displeased. This Zhou Muchen was far too impolite!

Ye Qingxue's pretty face turned pale. Just as she was about to lash out, she saw Wang Tian slowly put down his teacup, not even lifting his eyelids, and say calmly:

"You think you have the right to talk about alchemy?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an invisible pressure that silenced the entire hall.

Zhou Muchen's face stiffened; he hadn't expected the other party to be so direct and arrogant!

"You!" Zhou Muchen laughed in anger. "Fine, fine! Judging from your expression, you seem quite confident in your alchemy skills? Then, do you dare to have a match with me? We'll compete in the most basic Spirit Gathering!"

"I want to see who can extract the purest medicinal liquid the fastest!" As he spoke, he took out two withered but tough herbs from his pocket. These herbs were called "Iron Bone Grass," and were known for being difficult to extract their medicinal properties from.

Su Zhenhai encouraged, "Zhou Xiaodan, that's a good idea! We're all friends! Old Master Ye, your honored guest, surely you wouldn't dare accept it?"

The Ye family members' expressions all turned serious.

Spirit Extraction is the foundation of alchemy, while Iron Bone Grass requires even greater strength. Zhou Muchen's use of this move was clearly intended to humiliate his opponent in the simplest way possible.

Ye Qingxue looked at Wang Tian with some worry.

Wang Tian finally raised his head, looked at the Iron Bone Grass in Zhou Muchen's hand, then at the confidence on Zhou Muchen's face, and a faint mockery appeared on his lips.

He stood up and looked at Ye Hongdao, "Patriarch Ye, please lend me your alchemy room for a moment. I'll wait for you here." It would be good to let this little alchemy king broaden his horizons.

The Ye family's Earth Fire Elixir Room is antique in style and fully equipped.

In the very center of the alchemy furnace stands a dark red furnace. Beside it is a special jade table, upon which floats a ball of icy blue flame. This is the Ye family's treasure, named "Mysterious Ice Flame."

Upon hearing about the upcoming competition, many of the Ye family's core disciples, as well as apprentices from the alchemy workshop, rushed over and gathered in the outer hall, discussing the matter animatedly.

Zhou Muchen's name, "Little Pill King," was renowned throughout Jinling. The young lady held him in high esteem, and even the family head treated him with utmost respect as "Senior King." Yet, he was so young and unfamiliar, and this battle naturally attracted the attention of many.

Zhou Muchen stepped forward and said proudly, "To ensure fairness, everyone will work together for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The extracted medicinal liquid will be appraised by Third Master Su and Elder Ye Ming."

He was very confident in his abilities. He had practiced refining the Iron Bone Herbal Elixir for many years and was confident that he could extract 70% of its medicinal effects within ten minutes.

Wang Tian simply nodded slightly, then walked to the main furnace. Without even glancing at it, his gaze fell on the Xuanbingyan standing to the side.

"Let's begin now," Zhou Muchen urged, holding a set of exquisite silver extraction equipment.

Wang Tian said calmly, "Let's begin."

Without saying a word, Zhou Muchen skillfully processed the iron bone grass, lit the ordinary charcoal fire under the alchemy furnace, and then controlled the heat to begin the delicate water extraction method.

The set of movements was fluid and graceful, quite beautiful, which amazed the young members of the Ye family.

Wang Tian picked up the Iron Bone Grass and casually played with it.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he extended his right index finger, and a faint silver starlight quietly appeared, gently touching the root of the Ironbone Grass.

No flames, no tools, no complicated process are needed.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Where Wang Tian's fingers touched, the dry and tough iron bone grass quickly became transparent and soft. Strands of emerald green juice emitted a rich fragrance, as if drawn by an invisible force, seeping out from it and condensing into a small emerald green bead that floated on Wang Tian's fingertip.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

It all happened in less than three breaths!

The emerald green liquid was incredibly pure, without the slightest impurity, and a rich medicinal fragrance filled the air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Zhou Muchen had just put the iron bone grass in, and the charcoal fire hadn't even started burning yet.

The smug look on his face froze completely, his eyes widened, and his hand holding the tool stood frozen in mid-air, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Inside and outside the alchemy room, there was complete silence.

Everyone was stunned by the drop of emerald green liquid on Wang Tian's fingertip. Then, looking at Zhou Muchen's process before he even started refining, the stark contrast left them speechless.

"How could this be?!" Elder Ye Ming trembled, lunging forward with a start. His eyes were fixed on the pool of medicinal liquid, his old face flushed red with excitement. "Self-refined without fire! The medicinal power is condensed and doesn't disperse! The purity... is almost one hundred percent! The Spiritual Finger Technique? Or the ancient secret technique 'Crystal Extraction'?"

Su Zhenhai was also dumbfounded. Although he wasn't a master alchemist, he could still tell the difference between good and bad pills. Wang Tian's methods were truly unbelievable, completely overturning their understanding!

Ye Hongdao gasped, his gaze towards Wang Tian now filled with more than just respect; it was as if he were looking at a god.

He was now 100% certain that this Mr. Wang in front of him must have obtained an unimaginable ancient inheritance, and his realm had already surpassed the secular alchemy!

Zhou Muchen's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

His prized alchemy skills were utterly a joke compared to the other party's miraculous techniques! He had even boasted before that he would "instruct" the other party…

With a flick of Wang Tian's fingertips, the emerald green liquid slowly fell into a jade bowl, where it spun and shone with dazzling light.

He finally raised his head, looked at Zhou Muchen's pale face, and said calmly:

"The art of alchemy is not about complicated tools or fancy techniques, but about understanding and mastering the essence of medicinal properties. You haven't even entered the door yet."