Chapter 251: The Tragic Han Xian

From adding medicinal materials, refining, fire control, to Soul Force Perception—all of Han Xian's movements were seamless, as if he had refined the DragonPower Pill before, extremely fluid.

Although Han Xian's Alchemy Technique was obscured by the Alchemy Furnace and Illusory Golden Fire, making it impossible to see his method, every single movement he made left observers awestruck.

Especially the Alchemists watching beside him, who diligently observed and studied, utterly enchanted by Han Xian's seamless, flowing Alchemy movements.

Even if one cannot see the Alchemy Technique, Alchemy is not just about technique—movements during refining are also crucial.

Under the gaze of many, refining easily destabilizes one's mindset, yet Han Xian remained calm and composed, every movement, every change in the medicinal materials, as if he understood them completely.

Such skill and composure left many Alchemists awestruck; some felt this was no longer Alchemy, but the crafting of a work of art.

Yet despite all this, Han Xian's first attempt at refining failed—after all, the DragonPower Pill is a Five-Grade Elixir, a realm he had never touched, and this was his first time encountering this Pill Formula; minor misunderstandings led to failure.

But Han Xian merely exhaled, and failure did not discourage him—it strengthened his confidence; he knew his second attempt would succeed.

Finally, the critical moment arrived: Han Xian was about to insert the Five-Grade Magic Core—the reason this Elixir bears the word "Dragon" is because it requires a Fifth Rank Magic Core with Dragon Clan bloodline!

When the Magic Core was placed into the Alchemy Furnace, its amber-like luster tugged at every heartstring; a Dragon Roar emerged from the furnace, fierce and domineering, as if a Dragon Beast were about to burst forth and destroy the world.

After all, this was a Fifth Rank Fierce Beast Magic Core, carrying a trace of Dragon Clan bloodline.

That is precisely why a Five-Grade Elixir requires a Dou Wang's strength to refine—to prevent being overwhelmed by the Magic Core's vengeful spirit and fragments.

"Enough!" Han Xian stomped the earth, and his Dou Qi surged wildly into the Alchemy Furnace; the Illusory Golden Fire suddenly transformed into a golden Scorpion Dragon Beast!

Inside the Alchemy Furnace, two Fierce Beasts were battling, and Han Xian was leveraging the advantage of his Fire Seed.

"Excellent—his Fire Control Power has already reached Fifth-Rank Alchemist standards." Seeing Han Xian's technique, several Old Generation Alchemists could not help but exclaim in awe.

They all understood: Han Xian's Soul Force and Fire Control Power had already reached Fifth Rank; his strength was sufficient—success now depended only on luck.

After an unknown length of time, the beast roars inside the Alchemy Furnace had vanished; soon, a wisp of Medicinal Mist emerged from the furnace.

"Medicinal Mist!!!"

"Kuang! Colored Medicinal Mist!"

"Is it going to succeed?!"

"Open!!" With a clang, Han Xian's expression turned grave; he roared, slammed his palm against the Alchemy Furnace, and instantly, a Pill the size of a Dragon Eye, enveloped in Illusory Golden Fire, floated above the furnace.

"My God!!"

"No way! Han Xian can refine a Five-Grade Elixir?!"

"Unbelievable—Han Xian has never succeeded with a Five-Grade Elixir before! He's broken through himself!" At this moment, excitement swept through many.

Many cheered for Han Xian.

The Elders in the sky stroked their beards, nodding silently: "Han Xian is only twenty-five—such a young age to refine a Five-Grade Elixir—he is truly a genius."

"Please, Elder Hao, examine it." Han Xian placed the Pill into a Pill Bottle and handed it to Elder Hao.

Elder Hao nodded repeatedly: "It is indeed the DragonPower Pill. Quality is also excellent."

In an instant, countless Dou Wang Elders drooled with desire—after all, the DragonPower Pill is meant for Dou Wangs; this Elixir directly boosts combat power, more precious than healing Pills.

"Xiao Yan, your turn!" After receiving Elder Hao's approval, Han Xian's heart leapt with joy; he turned and said sternly.

But as Han Xian turned, his face flushed with rage—Xiao Yan was asleep!

Leaning back in his chair, Xiao Yan's mouth was nearly dripping drool—this posture was a blatant disregard for him!

Until now, everyone had been captivated by Han Xian's elegant refining, nearly forgetting Xiao Yan's existence—even forgetting this was a wager.

Now seeing Xiao Yan drooling in sleep, many were speechless; many felt Xiao Yan was truly overbearing.

"If it were a battle of combat power, I'd believe he could defeat Han Xian—but now Han Xian has refined a Five-Grade Elixir. He doesn't actually think he's a Fifth-Rank Alchemist, does he?"

At Xiao Yan's side, Xun Er slowly closed her book and gently woke him; Xiao Yan awoke, dazed: "Xun Er, how long did I sleep?"

"Several hours," Xun Er whispered softly. "Brother Xiao Yan, he's finished. It's your turn."

Xiao Yan yawned, stretched lazily, and slowly walked onto the Guang Chang.

He glanced at Han Xian's DragonPower Pill and nodded: "He does have reason to be proud—such a young age to refine a Five-Grade Elixir is indeed a Pill Alchemy genius. It's impressive, truly—but still a bit short."

Xiao Yan's words angered Han Xian; he snorted coldly. But he did not realize—Xiao Yan's evaluation was already extremely high.

Xiao Yan ignored the glances and comments of everyone present, stepped to the center of the Guang Chang, and pulled out the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King's Alchemy Furnace—a furnace of roughly Fifth Rank, still inferior to Han Xian's Golden Cauldron.

As Han Xian sneered, believing Xiao Yan could only produce a furnace of this level, the next second—something terrified every Alchemist in the crowd.

Whoosh—the moment Xiao Yan opened his hand, a blood-red flame surged upward.

"Spiritual Flame!!" Han Xian gasped in shock.

He felt his own Illusory Golden Fire trembling—he immediately summoned it, and his prized Seventh Rank Fire Seed shrank by half, as if bowing in reverence.

At this moment, all other Alchemists' refined Fire Seeds trembled and bowed—even the Elders of the Alchemy Department in the sky showed expressions of astonishment.

"We've long heard this boy refined a Spiritual Flame."

"A Spiritual Flame—this Supreme Treasure—sigh, truly enviable."

The Elders knew Xiao Yan had a Spiritual Flame, but this was their first time seeing it.

Seeing Xiao Yan summon the Spiritual Flame, Han Xian's heart sank.

Then, Xiao Yan swallowed everything whole—he waved his hand, and all medicinal materials rushed en masse into the Alchemy Furnace.

"Are you insane?!"

"Each medicinal material requires a different refining temperature—this will only ruin them!"

Seeing Xiao Yan toss all medicinal materials into the furnace at once, many were stunned—no one refines like this!

Instantly, Xiao Yan's ten fingers danced; his terrifying Soul Force controlled the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame, transforming it into countless threads that swiftly pierced through every medicinal material—each thread's Infernal Heat was perfect, and not a single particle of medicinal essence was wasted.

About ten minutes later, everyone was dumbfounded—the medicinal materials had all turned into Medicinal Powder and Medicinal Essence.

Shh—Xiao Yan flicked his finger; the Magic Core flew into the furnace. The unique power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame instantly amplified the Magic Core's energy—before its vengeful spirit could even emerge, space within the furnace twisted; a tiny cat paw shot out, snatched the Fierce Beast's residual soul into Space, and gobbled it up with smacking sounds.

The most time-consuming component—the Magic Core—had become delicious food in Mao Wu's hands.

Finally, the Magic Core fully melted, transforming into a pure, concentrated energy that slowly merged with all the medicinal essences.

Pop—Xiao Yan clapped his hands together; all flames retracted. A terrifyingly potent medicinal fragrance spread across the entire Guang Chang—a golden Medicinal Mist, nearly drowning the entire plaza, erupted from the Alchemy Furnace.

This phenomenon was countless times stronger than Han Xian's!

Xiao Yan lightly tapped the Alchemy Furnace—pupu pupu—three golden DragonPower Pills floated in the air, dazzling like three suns.

The entire Spirit Refining process was extremely fast—compared to Han Xian, it was more than ten times quicker.

"How could it be this fast!"

"And three pills in a single furnace?!"

For a moment, not just the audience, not just Han Xian and the younger Alchemists, but even the Elders in the Sky and the Five-Grade Alchemists of the Alchemy Division were all stunned.

They didn't know why this had happened—this speed felt like cheating, and yet it was three pills in one furnace, executed flawlessly, smooth as flowing water, with not a single unnecessary motion or failure.

"Is it because of the Strange Flame?"

"It's not just because of the Strange Flame. The rapid extraction may be tied to the Strange Flame, but extracting so many Medicinal Materials at once—this Fire Control Power is beyond what you or I could achieve. And precise extraction and fusion, with zero errors on a first attempt at DragonPower Pills—this Soul Force is invincible."

In stark contrast to Han Xian's successful refinement, the entire Guang Chang had become as lifeless as a graveyard—silent, terrifying, no voices, no cheers, no murmurs.

Because none of them could understand—none knew why this had happened.

At this moment, apart from Xun Er, every heart held only two words: Absurd!

At this moment, Han Xian's face was ashen; he could no longer maintain the confident bearing he had at the start—he was utterly shattered, his expression blank and dazed.

He had surpassed himself, broken his limits, and refined a Five-Grade Elixir—but in Xiao Yan's eyes, it was nothing more than a casual sketch, something he'd practiced out of boredom.

Xiao Yan gestured with his hand, placing two DragonPower Pills into a Pill Bottle, then flicked it lightly—one of them flew toward Elder Hao.

"The Pill Formula and Medicinal Materials were provided by you, Elder. Xiao Yan won't take advantage of you—this DragonPower Pill is yours."

Xiao Yan never mentioned victory or defeat, because anyone not foolish knew this wager had been meaningless from the start—it could be called Xiao Yan's trick, or Han Xian's own misstep.

After inspecting it, Elder Hao's gaze sharpened—this quality was extremely high.

"How is this possible? What exactly are you?!" Han Xian stared at Xiao Yan, his face pale.

Xiao Yan shrugged, pulled out his Alchemist Long Robe from his Storage Ring, flung it open, and slipped it on—five vivid gold-white horizontal bars gleamed on the robe.

"Five-Grade Alchemist!"

(End of Chapter)