After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

He had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen countless strange flames, but he had never seen a flame like this before.

It is not violent, not fiery, and can even be described as very quiet.

But that quiet wasn't the quiet of a sleeper; it was the quiet of a predator before it hunts.

It curled up on Xu Ze's fingertip, like a dormant dragon, ready to awaken at any moment.

"This is even more volatile than the fire domain guarded by that blacksmith..."

"Dan Sheng Zhenjun murmured."

He thought of one of his colleagues, who was also a hall master and in the Tribulation Transcending stage, but that person had locked himself in a fire domain in the desolate region for thousands of years.

That fiery domain was left over from ancient times; its fiery nature was so violent that even cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage dared not stay there for long.

But the flame before them was even more restless and profound than that fiery domain.

While his thoughts were still racing, Xu Ze's alchemy was nearing its end.

"boom!!"

The strange fire suddenly surged, growing from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, engulfing the entire alchemy furnace.

Flames surged, like a crimson dragon, coiling and rising around the alchemy furnace.

The patterns on the furnace body were burned until they became transparent, revealing the medicinal herbs inside churning and turning into droplets that swirled around like tiny stars.

Qin Ce was completely dumbfounded; his mouth was agape, and he stood there like a statue.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen countless alchemists from the Demon Alliance.

I've never seen anyone use strange fire to refine pills, let alone play with strange fire like this.

The True Lord was also a little at a loss. His alchemy furnace was still burning, but he no longer had time to look at it.

His eyes were fixed on Xu Ze's alchemy furnace, on the surging flames, and on the droplets spinning inside.

He watched as the droplets merged in the flames, eventually coalescing into round pills.

The process was like a meticulously choreographed dance, with every movement perfectly timed and every beat precise.

Then, Xu Ze made a move.

"The pill has been formed!"

He raised his hand and gently patted the alchemy furnace.

The movement was very light and gentle, like soothing a sleeping child.

But with that one tap, the strange fire suddenly contracted, shrinking from the size of a washbasin to the size of a fist, then from the size of a fist to a tiny spark, and finally disappearing into the fingertip.

The lid of the alchemy furnace snapped shut. There was no beam of light shooting into the sky, no earth-shattering phenomenon, only a soft sound, as if something had settled down.

The courtyard was extremely quiet.

Qin Ce's mouth was still open, Zhenjun's eyes were still wide open, and the air was still filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

The medicinal fragrance was clear and mellow; taking a breath made one feel comfortable throughout the body, as if even the pores were breathing.

Xu Ze raised his head and looked at the old man opposite him.

“Senior,” he began, his voice calm, “you have just refined three high-quality Marrow Cleansing Pills, haven’t you?”

Dan Sheng Zhenjun remained silent.

He simply looked at Xu Ze, and at the now quiet alchemy furnace.

He was a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, with powerful divine sense and keen perception.

He can sense what's inside without even opening the lid.

Ten.

Inside the alchemy furnace were ten pills.

Each one is round and plump, each one has a shimmering luster, and each one is flawless.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years and considers himself the number one alchemist, but at most he can only refine three qualified high-quality Marrow Cleansing Pills.

This young man produced ten pills in one batch.

Use a third-grade alchemy furnace.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, becoming as smooth as if they had been ironed.

There was no jealousy or resentment in that smile, only a pure, heartfelt joy.

"I've spent my whole life refining elixirs, and only today do I realize what it means to be outmatched and to be truly enlightened."

He stood up and bowed deeply to Xu Ze.

His back was bent very low, his forehead almost touching his knees, and his gray hair hung down, swaying gently in the wind.

"Young friend, I am convinced."

Xu Ze quickly and steadily helped him up.

"You flatter me, senior."

His voice was soft, with a comfortable humility, "I was just lucky to draw with you."

He reached out and lifted the lid of the alchemy furnace.

At the bottom of the furnace, three translucent white pills lay quietly, round and full, their luster shimmering.

It was exactly the same as the three that Zhenjun had, no more and no less.

He had already put the other seven into his storage bag.

The Pill Saint True Monarch looked at the three pills, then at Xu Ze, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was even deeper than before; it truly came from the heart.

This kid is not only a prodigy, but his state of mind is also very comforting.

As long as he opens the alchemy furnace, he will lose, and this news will definitely spread.

His self-proclaimed identity as the world's number one alchemist was thus exposed.

But now, he's hiding those seven, only taking out three, which at best means he's tied with himself.

If this gets out, it will become a wonderful story.

“Young friend,” his voice softened considerably, his eyes filled with admiration, “I will provide the materials and personally refine the Wind-Stabilizing Pill you requested.”

"I won't charge contribution points; I'm just trying to make friends."

He took out a pill from his sleeve.

The pill was a size larger than the Marrow Cleansing Pill, golden in color, with fine patterns flowing across its surface, resembling scales or some kind of ancient runes.

As soon as the pill appeared, a cool sensation filled the air, greatly diluting the previous medicinal fragrance.

"This is the Wind-Stabilizing Pill."

The old man said, "After taking it, you can walk in the mist of the demon realm for three days."

"Within three days, resentment will not invade, and demonic energy will not disturb."

Xu Ze took the pill; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, like holding a piece of warm jade.

He bowed solemnly:

"Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand, his gaze falling on the Tao Yao demon that had been cowering behind him.

The little spider had been hiding behind Xu Ze since the beginning, only showing half its head, its purple eyes looking timidly in their direction.

Her eight legs were curled up, and her body was trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal.

"Did you take in this spider demon?" the old man asked.

Xu Ze nodded, making no attempt to hide anything.

The old man glanced at Tao Yaoyao, then at Xu Ze, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was meaningful, and there was something indescribable hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"interesting."

"A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage can subdue a demon king at the Body Integration stage... This is the first time I've ever seen something like this in all my years of life."

He turned around and walked into the house.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xu Ze.

"However, I still think the cat girl is the best, and the spider girl is still a little lacking."

Xu Ze: "..."

Qin Ce: "..."

Tao Yaoyao's body trembled even more violently.

Xu Ze smiled knowingly.

It seems the rumors about the Demon Alliance being controlled by "Fu Rui" are true.

From the deacons of each continent, like Brother Xu, to the True Lords at the Tribulation Transcending stage, they're all the same.

Dan Sheng Zhenjun stood at the door, then turned around and looked Xu Ze up and down, as if he were getting to know this person again.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a prodigy like you." His voice was filled with emotion. "How many years? Several thousand years... Even Zhou Yan, who has recently become famous, is no match for you."

Xu Ze quickly waved his hand.

"Senior, you flatter me. Senior Zhou Yan's achievements are beyond my reach."

The True Lord shook his head and said no more.

He simply looked at Xu Ze, his gaze deep and distant, as if he were looking at a newly rising star.