Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

As a divine phenomenon evolved from the ninth-grade, second-level [Furnace Qi], the power of [Mingtian Zhou] is actually not as great as that of an ordinary Qi cultivation spell.

to be honest.

For the vast majority of cultivators, this thing is just an illumination spell!

But at this moment, with the blessing of the third-grade, fourth-rank status, this 'Illumination Spell' has suddenly received an epic-level enhancement!

The light of tomorrow shines upon all corners of the earth!

The intense light enveloped Meng Yangyu, and before the crisp sound of his life-saving magical artifacts exploding had faded, Jiang Chuan's figure had already closed in on him.

Without any unnecessary words, Jiang Chuan pressed his palm against Meng Yangyu's crown, and the Extraction of All Things was activated with a roar.

A crimson-gold chain materialized from his palm and, as if alive, pierced into the body of this third-level Earth Fire Alchemist.

Meng Yangyu's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he let out a muffled roar.

He could clearly feel that the primordial energy within his body, which he had refined for hundreds of years, was being forcibly drawn away by an irresistible force.

Next comes the spiritual root.

And every insight he has accumulated over a hundred years of immersion in the Dao of Alchemy!

"No...impossible!"

Meng Yangyu's voice was dry and hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and despair.

His meticulously arranged soul-locking array, and the body-seizing plan he had patiently plotted for decades, were as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of this young man.

He didn't even have time to make a move before he lost everything.

Jiang Chuan watched expressionlessly as the light in Meng Yangyu's pupils gradually faded. Then, he raised his hand and flicked it, causing the Starry Sky Mirror to shine brightly. The warm starlight enveloped Meng Yangyu's collapsing Dharma body, which began to reform.

A moment later, Meng Yangyu opened his eyes again, turned over and knelt down, his forehead heavily pounding into the air, his voice respectful and devout:

"Greetings, Master!"

Jiang Chuan didn't look at him, but closed his eyes slightly, sensing the immense and almost terrifying alchemy mastery within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Yangyu's life's accumulation was like a treasure trove whose door had been pried open, continuously flowing into his own memories and instincts.

Alchemy techniques

High-level alchemical formulas

And countless alchemy experiences all belonged to him.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. Although this old man was wicked, his mastery of alchemy was truly genuine!

……

Inside the main hall, the gate of light lit up again.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the alchemists filling the hall, three figures emerged one after the other from the misty light.

Jiang Chuan walked at the front, his expression calm.

Zhong Qiyu followed closely behind, her chin slightly raised, her brows furrowed with smug satisfaction.

Song Qingchen stepped out of the light gate last, his face gentle and calm, showing no emotion.

Meng Yangyu then appeared, looking like a sage.

The results of this assessment have been announced.

Meng Yangyu stood in the hall, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight, "The three alchemists each have their own strengths and are all promising talents. However, there can only be one chief alchemist. After careful consideration, I have decided to award the chief alchemist position to Song Qingchen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

Song Qingchen's followers were overjoyed, while Zhong Qiyu's group all changed color.

"Why should I?!"

Zhong Qiyu took a sudden step forward, her face ashen, her voice filled with barely suppressed resentment, "In terms of the number of commissions, the quality of the finished pills, and the effectiveness of nurturing discarded pills, in which aspect have I lost to him? Master Meng, I refuse to accept this!"

Meng Yangyu glanced at her indifferently, his tone unhurried: "Song Qingchen's strength lies in her calm and composed nature, and her ability to handle matters without being anxious or impatient. The chief of the alchemy room not only needs to have outstanding alchemy skills, but also needs to be tolerant and capable of leadership. Your talent in alchemy is beyond doubt, but your temperament still needs to be honed. I have my own considerations for this chief position."

Zhong Qiyu's lips moved for a long time, but in the end she didn't dare to refute again.

She flicked her sleeves sharply and said coldly, "In that case, this disciple will take her leave."

Without waiting for Meng Yangyu's response, he turned and strode out of the hall. His followers looked at each other in confusion and hurriedly jogged to catch up.

Jiang Chuan's expression remained unchanged.

He voluntarily gave up the competition, and besides, Meng Yangyu was already his servant, so it made no difference to him who got the chief position.

Song Qingchen stepped forward and bowed deeply to Meng Yangyu: "This disciple will certainly live up to Master Meng's high expectations."

He straightened up, a hint of undisguised joy appearing on his handsome face. He turned and cupped his hands in greeting to the followers who had gathered around him. "Gentlemen, I am hosting a banquet at my cave tonight to express my gratitude for your support over the past six months. I hope you will do me the honor of attending."

A chorus of enthusiastic agreement immediately erupted around them, with some patting their chests and declaring they would definitely bring their century-old treasured spirit wine, creating a lively and extraordinary atmosphere.

Zhong Qiyu hadn't gone far when she heard the noisy laughter behind her, and her steps faltered slightly.

He then turned and snorted coldly without looking back, quickly disappearing at the end of the mountain path outside the palace.

Song Qingchen's gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Jiang Chuan, a polite smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Lieyang, you must come tonight. Although we have been competitors for the past six months, I have always admired your alchemy skills. This is a good opportunity to have a good exchange and discussion."

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I appreciate Senior Brother Song's kindness, but I have a batch of urgent orders piling up in the alchemy room some time ago, and I have to rush back tonight to start the furnace. I really can't spare the time. I will definitely come to apologize another day."

Song Qingchen's smile remained unchanged, but a subtle hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.

In his view, Jiang Chuan and Zhong Qiyu were the same; they were just making excuses to avoid losing face after their defeat.

That's normal. After all, they are all proud and arrogant alchemists. Who could laugh after losing?

He didn't press the matter further, simply saying gently that they would talk another day, and then said no more.

……

Jiang Chuan returned to his alchemy room, where Amu was squatting at the storeroom door counting the newly arrived spiritual materials. Upon seeing him return, Amu quickly stood up and bowed.

Jiang Chuan waved his hand and went straight up to the second floor, activating the isolation array one by one.

He then sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He had fully digested and absorbed Meng Yangyu's lifelong expertise in alchemy.

He has mastered no fewer than thirty formulas for precious pills alone.

Among them were even two incomplete formulas for the Mystic Elixir.

Although incomplete.

However, this is a level that ordinary Earth Fire Alchemists can never reach in their entire lives.

What surprised Jiang Chuan even more was the "Dan-Nourishing Technique." Meng Yangyu had only given them the basics; the true core method was ten times more sophisticated than it appeared on the surface.

He raised his hand and flipped it over, and a black, discarded pill fell into his palm.

The "Elixir Condensation Technique" was operating at full power, and the warm true essence enveloped the elixir, beginning to slowly temper it in a completely new way.

The impurities on the surface of the pill peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a very faint golden pattern emerging from the depths of the pill.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, five clear patterns of cinnabar appeared on the surface of the originally black, charcoal-like waste cinnabar, its luster as warm and smooth as jade.

"This is the true method of cultivating the elixir."

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself.