Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

On this day, the sea of ​​clouds surged on Mount Yuanling, but the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Jiajiu Pill Room was even more turbulent than the churning clouds.

The six-month observation period has finally come to an end.

The hall was already packed with people.

More than ten spirit fire alchemists split into two groups, each surrounding one person, forming a subtle confrontation.

The group on the left is led by Song Qingchen.

He wore a moon-white robe with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, which made his already handsome face even more elegant and refined.

The leader of the group on the right is naturally Zhong Qiyu.

She still had that harsh look, but now there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and cast a defiant glance at Song Qingchen, making no attempt to hide her intentions.

The alchemists behind her also stood tall and proud, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Someone whispered flattery: "Senior Sister Zhong's performance over the past six months has been remarkable. In terms of alchemy and skill, the top spot is undoubtedly yours!"

Zhong Qiyu snorted coldly, deliberately raising her voice a few decibels: "Some people just think they can get the chief position by relying on their looks and a few nice words. They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people opposite him all changed color.

Song Qingchen simply smiled, raised her hand to stop her companion who was about to retort, and said gently, "Senior Sister Zhong is right. The chief alchemist ultimately has to rely on real skills. No matter how good-looking you are, you can't refine pills for others."

The others in the hall watched the two exchange words, keeping their eyes down and not daring to interrupt.

Wherever there are people, there is a social hierarchy; wherever there is a social hierarchy, there are interpersonal relationships and customs.

It's true that we are all cultivators.

Even those who cultivate immortality are still human.

As human beings, living within this system, we are ultimately unable to escape its influence.

but.

There was also one person who didn't fit in.

Jiang Chuan stood in the corner, all alone, with neither followers nor anyone to talk to.

He stood quietly, dressed in a light green robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, as if the fierce competition for the top position in the hall had nothing to do with him.

It really doesn't matter.

Over the past six months.

Besides fulfilling the tasks assigned by the alchemy room, he spent his days studying the Blood God Transformation Technique, rarely even leaving the alchemy room.

While others were forming cliques, he was refining elixirs;

While others were scheming against each other, he was still refining elixirs.

Over time.

People had become accustomed to ignoring his presence.

Zhong Qiyu's gaze swept over him, lingering for less than half a breath before moving away.

For the past six months, Amu would report Jiang Chuan's movements to her every few days. Judging from his behavior, Jiang Chuan indeed had no desire to win.

When these words reached Zhong Qiyu's ears, she was completely relieved.

A coward who doesn't even dare to fight is not worth her time and effort.

Speaking of which...

I can't believe I once considered this kind of person a competitor.

Zhong Qiyu shook her head inwardly. Now that she thought about it, it was really ridiculous. Perhaps, just as she had guessed at the beginning, Jiang Chuan was just lucky in that alchemy assessment.

"Have you all heard? Master Meng intends to use this chief election to select his successor!"

"Really?!"

"This is almost certainly true!"

"As far as I know, Master Meng is quite old, and his cultivation level is only at the third stage of Qi Refining. It was already extremely difficult for him to take that step and break through to the third stage of Earth Fire. It is basically impossible for him to advance any further. It is only reasonable for him to make plans for the inheritance in advance!"

"No wonder the selection of the chief alchemist for the Jia Jiu Dan Fang is so difficult!"

"If I could become Master Meng's successor..."

"Hey, stop daydreaming. How could such a good thing possibly fall into our hands? It's definitely going to be chosen between Alchemist Song and Alchemist Zhong!"

There was much discussion among the attendees.

The tension between Song Qingchen and Zhong Qiyu intensified.

Jiang Chuan seemed thoughtful after hearing this.

Successor to the mantle?

His purpose in coming to Jia Jiu Dan Fang was to learn from the master. His original plan was to learn as much as he could, and if he couldn't learn anything, it wouldn't matter; he could always find another method.

But now, Meng Yangyu's alchemy inheritance is right there in front of us.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

But then he thought about it again and suppressed the impulse.

Not urgent.

Whether Song Qingchen wins the top prize or Zhong Qiyu has the last laugh, the person who ultimately obtains the inheritance of the alchemy technique will not escape his grasp.

Although both of them are outstanding among spirit fire alchemists, they are at best the best among the short ones.

If he really has a powerful background.

How could someone have remained without a place on Yuanling Mountain for so many years?

Regardless of who ultimately obtains the inheritance, he only needs to turn them into servants to indirectly acquire this alchemy technique.

There's absolutely no need for you to step forward and fight for it.

For now, he simply needs to wait quietly.

Zhong Qiyu's attention had long since shifted away from him and turned back to Song Qingchen. The two began another round of verbal sparring, with their respective followers chiming in and making a fuss.

"I heard that Senior Brother Song refined another six-patterned high-grade spirit pill last month. This is the third one in half a year. In terms of alchemy skills, I'm afraid no one here can surpass him."

"Heh, it's only six-patterned. Senior Sister Zhong refined a seven-patterned Condensing True Pill two months ago. Who in the alchemy room doesn't know about that? Even Master Meng praised it himself."

"While the Seven-Pattern True Essence Pill is indeed rare, Senior Brother Song's three Six-Pattern Spirit Pills are all of different types. His breadth of knowledge far surpasses that of someone who specializes in only one."

"What do you mean by that? Senior Sister Zhong has mastered far more than ten different pill formulas; she just doesn't bother to show them off!"

"The phrase 'not rare' is used well."

"you……!"

Just as the two groups were arguing heatedly, and it seemed their verbal dispute was about to escalate, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the rear.

The footsteps were steady and powerful, each step matching the rhythm of everyone's heartbeats in the hall, like an invisible hand gradually suppressing the noise throughout the hall.

The argument gradually subsided.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure walk slowly out of the back hall, bypassing the screen.

Meng Yangyu.

He wore a moon-white alchemist's robe, had a lean and refined face, and was full of energy. His three long wisps of beard were meticulously trimmed, and his eyes had a shrewd, unfathomable light.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire hall, then he nodded slightly.

"Everyone's here."

"I have seen all the hard work you have put into this alchemy room over the past six months."

"The commission was completed excellently, and the reputation of the alchemy workshop has been stabilized. Those who were originally waiting to see us fail are now keeping quiet."

He paused slightly, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "This credit belongs to all of you."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces did not ease in the slightest; on the contrary, they became even more solemn.

In particular, Song Qingchen and Zhong Qiyu both understood the implied meaning in Meng Yangyu's words.

The credit belongs to everyone?

What does that mean?

In one sentence, all their hard work over the past few days was attributed to each other?