Chapter 709

You should know that even he, as a grandmaster alchemist, would not dare to pat his chest and claim he could definitely refine nine flawless pills.

Precisely because of this, he found it extremely incomprehensible.

As the judges fell into an unprecedented silence, they were unable to announce the result for a long time.

On the other side.

Facing Tang Jingming, who was in high spirits.

The Little Pill King Zhou Yan, however, felt increasingly irritated.

He truly could not stand the other's arrogant aura and smug expression.

But there was nothing for it—his total alchemy score really could not compare to the other's.

With no other choice, he could only first find a way to draw the other's attention.

For Zhou Yan, the best method was to find someone whose total score was even lower than his own.

After all, no matter how miserably one's own life was going.

Once a person whose life was even more miserable than one's own appeared.

Then one's mood would improve at least a little.

With such a thought in mind, Zhou Yan looked toward the silent judges not far away and said softly, "May I ask how this last contestant, Yanchen's, total score is?"

The moment the words fell.

Tang Jingming's attention was instantly diverted.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

He wondered just how many points this outrageously young alchemy prodigy could possibly have scored.

He only hoped the loss would not be too crushing, lest it shatter his Dao heart.

At this moment, the judge finally came back to his senses.

He lowered his head and looked once more at the nine flawless-grade elixirs in his hand.

After confirming it again and again.

Only then did he say in a deep voice, "Yanchen—one furnace, nine pills, nine flawless-grade, totaling forty-five points!"

The moment these words were spoken, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck stone!

Boom!!

It was as if countless divine bolts of lightning swept past, viciously cleaving into Tang Jingming's mind.

The smile on his face froze, his whole body turned unusually stiff, and he stood dumbly in place, unable to move!

His expression turned ugly, the corner of his mouth twitching, and he said in an extremely bitter, incredulous tone, "Nine pills? Flawless? Forty-five points?!"

If the judge were not a grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy, not an Elder of the Mysterious Pill Sect, and moreover not his own elder.

He would almost suspect that the other party had colluded with Yanchen behind the scenes and then casually fabricated a result.

But if it really were fabricated, they absolutely would not use such an outrageous result—one so outrageous that it sounds fake the moment you hear it, with extremely low credibility.

So, this Yanchen really did refine nine flawless-grade Seven-White Pills?!

The moment he thought of this utterly terrifying, inconceivable possibility, Tang Jingming's mindset instantly collapsed; he truly could not hold it together any longer.

He understood that first place in this Alchemy Convention had already slipped through his fingers.

All his efforts would come to nothing.

What was even more dreadful.

He and Zhou Yan had not only gained nothing, but had fought each other to a standstill, losing all face.

Now, they were even going to become stepping stones on Yanchen's road to fame.

This kind of future is simply not the future I wanted! Just where did things go wrong?!!

Just as Tang Jingming's face showed grief and he gradually began to question his life.

Not far away.

Zhou Yan, who had originally been preparing to watch a good show, upon hearing the result announced by the judge, instantly felt his mind jolt, his pupils contract sharply, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

Nine flawless-grade Seven-White Pills?

Old Heaven, what kind of joke are you playing on me?!

Such a terrifying alchemist should not appear in this little Alchemy Convention.

Zhou Yan's expression tightened, and he swallowed.

Then he cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Yan.

Even after the judge had announced the result, he still found it hard to believe that the youth before him actually possessed such inconceivable attainments in alchemy.

Especially when he recalled the scene of the other refining pills earlier.

Complexion rosy, breathing so steady, not a single drop of sweat had even rolled down.

It looked as though he had not expended any spirit or energy at all, not at all like he was seriously refining pills, but rather like he was slacking off the entire time.

Yet, under such circumstances.

How could the other possibly have suddenly refined nine flawless-grade Seven-White Pills?!

At this moment, Zhou Yan only felt that the world he had been familiar with had suddenly become utterly unrecognizable, exceedingly alien.......