Chapter 382

383. Chapter 382: Dragon Emperor

The sky full of spirit herbs fell from the air. The judges beckoned to the air, and one of the pills flew into their hands.

Long Xiaoyao held a pill in his hand, sensing it with his soul power for a moment. Soon, his pupils shrank, and he shouted in shock: "It's actually ten-tenths fusion!"

At this time, the excited voices of the other judges also came.

"Mine is also ten-tenths fusion."

"Mine too!"

"Could all these one hundred thousand Spirit Gathering Pills be ten-tenths fusion?"

"Hiss..."

A sound of gasping in shock echoed on the high platform.

Feng Tiancheng looked at the pill in his hand with a gloomy expression, remaining silent for a long time.

The fusion degree of the spirit pills refined by each alchemist is different. The higher the fusion degree of the pill, the greater the refining difficulty. Therefore, the fusion degree of the spirit pill is also a standard for measuring difficulty, which is related to the final scoring.

Feng Shuang, Long Yuyao, and Wang Wu were all refining Ice-Fire Polar Pills. If all three could successfully refine the pills, then what they would be comparing would be the fusion degree.

This kid refined one hundred thousand Spirit Gathering Pills in one furnace, and each Spirit Gathering Pill was ten-tenths fusion. He was truly going to defy the heavens.

"Hehe! How is the difficulty of my clan's genius refining pills using this method? Anyone can imagine the difficulty of refining pills like this. I think no alchemist can do it. Giving him a hundred points is not favoritism, right?"

Long Xiaoyao turned his head to look at Feng Tiancheng. Thinking of the five top-grade strange Gu he was about to get, he couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Feng Tiancheng's face turned black. At this time, he finally thought of the gamble between the two.

It was not hard to see that since Feng Jiu didn't refine a Fourth Grade spirit pill, the genius who refined pills using this method would, without accident, have the highest score in the arena.

This accident truly caught him off guard.

He had thought that the Feng Clan had sneaked in a Fourth Grade Alchemist and that he would win this round steadily. He even confidently doubled the bet. Who would have thought that accidents are everywhere, and he could lose even like this.

"Refining pills using this method has never happened since ancient times. Such an unprecedented innovation deserves a perfect score." Qin Shang held the pill in his hand and said solemnly.

"I also give a perfect score. Not giving a perfect score for such a high-difficulty alchemy technique would be intolerable by heaven's principles!" Wang Wu took the Spirit Gathering Pill in his hand and put it into his storage ring, actually greedily taking it for himself in broad daylight.

At this time, the group of judges behind finally came to their senses and began to score one after another.

All the judges were excited, and the sound of "perfect score" came one after another. Finally, there was no need to count the scores. Since everyone gave a perfect score, the final average score would naturally also be a perfect score.

Once the perfect score came out, the crowd below was instantly in an uproar.

Feng Tiancheng looked at Long Xuan with a livid face, sighing inwardly that he had roamed the Gu World and made a great name for himself, only to capsize in a gutter. It was truly a faceless thing for him, the dignified Fen Tian Old Ancestor, to lose to a junior.

Qin Dan looked at Long Xuan with a deep gaze, his right hand slapping the alchemy furnace heavily. The furnace lid flew up, and three round red-and-blue two-colored pills also flew high into the sky.

After the pills fell, he grabbed them in his hand, but there was no joy on his face.

"Clang..."

Another sound of a palm slapping an alchemy furnace echoed. A furnace lid flew high, and two round black pills flew into the sky and then fell, being grabbed by Feng Jiu in his hand, with no joy on his face either.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

At this time, three consecutive sounds of palms slapping alchemy furnaces echoed. Long Yuyao, Feng Shuang, and Wang Wu almost successfully refined their pills at the same time at this moment.

None of the three failed to refine the pills; they all successfully refined the Ice-Fire Polar Pill, which had a very high failure rate.

The three of them grabbed the fallen Ice-Fire Polar Pills in their hands and put them into the pill bottles they had already prepared.

There was no joy on the faces of the three either, and they all looked at Long Xuan with complex gazes, with unwillingness in their eyes.

These five were all rare alchemy geniuses in the world, and their alchemy speed was extremely fast. After they successfully refined the pills, there was no more sound of palms slapping alchemy furnaces.

The five of them put away the pills and walked toward the high platform. Seeing that these five had already walked off the square, the group of contestants who had run out of the square for fear of being blown to death by the Ice-Fire Polar Pills finally let out a long sigh of relief and ran back to the square quickly, preparing to seize the time to refine pills.

However, when everyone passed by Long Xuan, they all looked at him with the gaze of looking at a monster.

Long Xuan didn't pay attention to the gazes cast from around him. At this time, he had already used his soul power to collect all the Spirit Gathering Pills in the sky and put them into two large vats.

Two-thirds of the spirit pills refined by the contestants of the alchemy competition must be handed over to the competition organizers, and the remaining one-third belongs to themselves.

After Long Xuan put away his share, he left the large vats in the square.

He didn't leave immediately; he prepared to see what scores the five finally got before leaving. It wouldn't be too late, and it wouldn't take that much time.

It didn't make him wait long. Not long after the five went on stage, their scores came down.

Long Yuyao, Feng Shuang, and Wang Wu tied again, each getting a score of ninety-six points.

And Feng Jiu and Qin Dan both got a super high score of ninety-nine points, pulling a not-small gap from the three.

The two of them could have gotten a perfect score, but Long Xuan's performance was truly too heaven-defying. By comparison, the gap was obvious, and the two could only get ninety-nine points.

But even so, the scores of the two also caused a burst of exclamation from the audience below. Long Xuan's existence didn't cover up the brilliance of the two.

After the scoring of these five ended, Long Xuan left. The onlookers all looked at him with the gaze of looking at a god, fearfully making way for him.

Although the second round of the competition hadn't ended yet, and many contestants hadn't finished refining pills or hadn't been scored, Long Xuan didn't intend to waste time watching anymore.

What was there to see about the scores of a bunch of extras? Anyway, their scores couldn't be higher than his no matter what.

It was better to save time to do more useful things.

After returning to the inn, Long Xuan closed his doors and didn't go out, falling into a state of seclusion again.

He prepared to research the Sea-Calming Divine Needle artifact formula. As for the result of this competition, he no longer cared.

Time flew by until the afternoon.

As soon as the second round of the competition ended, Long Xiaoyao dragged his exhausted body into a courtyard. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took out a mirror from his storage ring.

Not long after, the mirror flashed, and a majestic man wearing a dragon robe appeared in the mirror.

"Why contact me at this time? Could it be that Yuyao's score in this round didn't exceed the Feng Clan genius?"

Seeing that Long Xiaoyao's expression was a bit wrong, the Dragon Emperor asked somewhat nervously.

Long Xiaoyao shook his head and sighed: "Princess Yuyao didn't get the highest score in this round. She got ninety-six points, tied with Feng Shuang."

"In this round, it was a mysterious genius of my Long Clan who had the highest score, and he got a perfect score."

"Then why are you frowning? Although the one who got the highest score isn't Yuyao, as long as the person who got the highest score is surnamed Long, that's enough." The Dragon Emperor smiled slightly.

"Things are not that simple." Long Xiaoyao's expression was heavy. He took a deep breath and sighed: "I suspect that one of the Feng Clan contestants in the competition is a Fourth Grade Alchemist!"

"What?" On the other side of the mirror, the Dragon Emperor's shout rang out immediately.

Hearing this news, his face changed drastically, and he had already realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Is this true? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

The Dragon Emperor stood up, his face looking extremely ugly.

"Although he refined Third Grade spirit pills in the competition, his alchemy technique definitely doesn't look like a Third Grade Alchemist's alchemy technique. I am eighty percent sure that he is a Fourth Grade Alchemist."

"Once he really is a Fourth Grade Alchemist, then the championship of this alchemy competition is almost already in the pocket of the Feng Clan. What should be done? We must think of a response method in advance."

Long Xiaoyao frowned deeply, his expression extremely solemn. (End of chapter)