Primordial Treasure Mirror

Chen Mingyuan initially didn't take Su Yang seriously at all.

In his heart.

Although he and Su Yang were both rogue cultivators, he was a rogue cultivator with a family tradition.

Chen Mingyuan's grandfather was a first-level alchemist.

After Chen Mingyuan demonstrated his talent for alchemy, his grandfather devoted the entire family's resources to nurturing him.

Therefore, he was already a well-known alchemist in the area many years ago.

If it weren't for the incomplete inheritance in his family, Chen Mingyuan believed he was no worse than any disciple of any sect.

Su Yang said he had no lineage, meaning he was an unorthodox practitioner.

Chen Mingyuan did not believe that someone who had learned a self-taught method could be on par with him.

However, Su Yang's alchemy skills far exceeded his expectations.

In terms of experience, Su Yang was certainly no match for Chen Mingyuan, who had been practicing alchemy for over a decade.

However, Su Yang's control over flames and his handling of spiritual materials are far superior to his.

Chen Mingyuan knew that this was due to the difference in magical talent.

Therefore, after completing four batches of pill refining.

Chen Mingyuan began to pay more and more attention to Su Yang.

Because of his familiarity with the alchemy furnace, Su Yang's pill-making speed became faster and faster, and the quality of each batch was exactly the same.

Chen Mingyuan naturally has his own pride.

He really didn't want to be overshadowed by a self-taught alchemist who relied on his magical talent.

So, during the fifth batch of pills, Chen Mingyuan unconsciously sped up the pace of pill refining.

He wanted to collect the pills before Su Yang and pass the test.

To this end, he also used a family secret method to save some time during the medicinal fusion stage and was more daring in controlling the fire.

Chen Mingyuan was quite confident.

He had tried it several times before when he was refining pills himself.

Although it was sometimes unstable, it succeeded most of the time.

Chen Mingyuan believed that his luck shouldn't be too bad, and that he would most likely succeed this time.

Su Yang paid no attention to the situation with Chen Mingyuan and Deacon Yang.

He's in better shape than expected today.

It's possible that he was very skilled at refining these pill formulas, and from beginning to end, not a single batch went wrong.

His continuous successes made him feel more and more comfortable with his game, and his movements became more and more fluid.

For the sixth batch, he chose to refine the Mind-Clearing and Delusion-Dispelling Pill.

This elixir was the most difficult to obtain among the six he had chosen.

He hasn't practiced the Mind-Clearing and Delusion-Dispelling Pill a particularly large number of times, but he's very confident now.

Su Yang refined the pills step by step and finally succeeded in making four pills, one of which even had two pill patterns.

Looking at the mid-grade Mind-Clearing and Illusion-Breaking Pill in his hand, Su Yang couldn't help but smile.

It's not just because of this mid-grade pill.

It was because he hadn't expected that none of the six furnaces would fail; they were all successful.

A sense of exhilaration welled up in Su Yang's heart.

He knew that this was not only due to the improvement in his alchemy skills, but also because the improvement in his cultivation and spiritual sense made him more adept at alchemy.

Su Yang calmly put the Mind-Clearing and Illusion-Dispelling Pill into the bottle, and then made no further move.

Upon seeing this, Deacon Yang first glanced at Chen Mingyuan's side. Chen Mingyuan hadn't finished yet, and he frowned slightly.

He then walked straight to Su Yang, took the pill bottles from him, and examined them one by one.

After examining all six types of pills, Deacon Yang smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

"All six types of pills are up to standard. The Condensing Essence Pill is of excellent quality, and the Mind-Clearing and Delusion-Dispelling Pill is even a mid-grade pill. They are all very good."

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Cen, you have passed the assessment for guest alchemist."

Hearing his words.

Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

It was at this very moment.

Suddenly, a muffled explosion came from the alchemy furnace on the other side.

Su Yang turned his head to look.

Just then, flames rose and black smoke billowed from the alchemy furnace in front of Chen Mingyuan, clearly indicating that the furnace had exploded.

Chen Mingyuan's face turned pale at this moment, and his hand, which was forming a hand seal, froze in mid-air and did not lower it for a long time.

He was slightly slower than Su Yang in refining the sixth batch of pills, so he used a secret technique to speed up the process.

There were no problems up to the point of fusion.

Chen Mingyuan thought he had it in the bag, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Yang complete his pill-making process and Deacon Yang walking in that direction.

He was immediately unsettled, which prevented the medicinal properties from fully integrating during the fusion process, causing a conflict.

In this way, the entire batch of pills is essentially wasted.

Chen Mingyuan stared at the black smoke dissipating from the alchemy furnace, his lips pressed tightly together, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Wang An's face turned completely dark at this moment.

He was in a very bad mood when Su Yang achieved his goal. At that time, he comforted himself that as long as Chen Mingyuan achieved his goal, he wouldn't be too ashamed.

However, Chen Mingyuan failed to complete the elixir.

Wang An felt as if his face had been slapped hard, and he froze on the spot for a moment.

Deacon Yang, standing nearby, glanced at Chen Mingyuan's situation, seemingly having anticipated it, and said calmly:

"It's okay if one batch explodes, we'll have another chance."

Chen Mingyuan finally recovered.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression had returned to calm.

Chen Mingyuan retrieved the spiritual materials again and began refining the sixth type of pill.

This time, he was no longer in a hurry, and he was careful with every step, making his alchemy process slower than before.

He eventually succeeded in producing three pills, and they were of quite good quality.

Chen Mingyuan put the Rejuvenation Pill into the bottle, expressionless, and walked up to Deacon Yang with the bottle in his hand:

"Please have the deacon verify this."

After checking each item, Deacon Yang nodded:

"Fellow Daoist Chen has also passed the test."

Chen Mingyuan heard that he had passed the test, but he showed no joy whatsoever.

He glanced at Su Yang, then at Wang An beside him, and lowered his head slightly.

Chen Mingyuan and Wang An looked unwell.

In stark contrast are Su Yang and Zheng Yuan.

Both men had smiles on their faces, especially Zheng Yuan, whose smile grew even wider the more unpleasant Wang An's expression became.

Especially when Chen Mingyuan's first batch of fry exploded, Zheng Yuan watched from the side and felt incredibly satisfied.

At this moment, Zheng Yuan congratulated Su Yang:

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Jiang! All six types of pills were produced in one batch, which shows how solid your foundation is. This is only because you have not yet received any inheritance. If you had received any inheritance, with your talent, you would surely be extraordinary in the future."

Su Yang smiled upon hearing this and said politely:

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, you flatter me. I was truly lucky today, and my alchemy skills were superb."

Zheng Yuan shook his head:

"There's no luck involved; it's just that your alchemy skills are excellent."

"Unlike some people who talk a lot but still lose to you in the end."

He raised his voice deliberately when he said this.

Chen Mingyuan didn't react much, but Wang An suddenly turned his head and glanced at Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan looked at him defiantly.

Wang An ultimately said nothing.

He has indeed lost today, and saying anything more would only make him look more humiliated.

He harbored some resentment towards Chen Mingyuan.

If Chen Mingyuan hadn't blew up the first batch, he wouldn't have been so humiliated today.

Deacon Yang didn't care about the argument between the two inner disciples.

If we consider one's status within a sect...

He wasn't much better than the two inner disciples.

Deacon Yang took out two palm-sized cyan tokens from his storage bag and walked up to Su Yang and Chen Mingyuan.

They each handed one over.

The words "Third-Class Guest Elder" were clearly engraved on the front of the token.