Chapter 778: Great Lun Mingwang, what do you mean?

A vast spiritual sense surged forth, enveloping the dantian furnace.

At this moment, He Pingsheng had fully seized the advantages of heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony.

His spiritual sense was powerful, far surpassing others of the same realm!

The pill formula and alchemical technique had been enhanced by the Treasure Basin—certainly far exceeding any alchemical method in the Spirit Realm.

The furnace was a top-grade spiritual treasure, bearing twenty-four sealing arrays.

The flame was one of the Ten Primordial True Fires: Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire.

He Pingsheng had never been so extravagant in his pill refining before.

"My heavens, it's really true…"

"Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire!"

"Oh my god, what am I seeing? Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire, Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire…"

"He truly fused one of the Ten Primordial True Fires—Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire!"

"Unbelievable!"

"He's only at Void Refinement—even if he obtained this flame, how could he possibly fuse it?"

"I get it—he's a body cultivation cultivator. No wonder he survived Zhao Xiangdu's attack!"

"Are you all only paying attention to his flame?"

"His alchemical furnace is a top-grade spiritual artifact!"

"What?"

"Damn… this guy's a free cultivator?"

"Compared to him, I'm the real free cultivator."

"Heh… don't worry. The better the gear, the worse the skill. The worse the cultivator, the more treasures he owns. With all this gear, he won't necessarily make a great pill!"

The onlookers on the periphery began whispering among themselves.

The emperors of the Zhou Heaven also drew sharp breaths.

Never mind anything else—just this Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire alone was enough to tempt even them, Mahayana Emperor-level cultivators.

As for the other cultivators also refining pills, none paid attention to He Pingsheng.

Everyone was focused on refining their own pills!

"Boom…" At that moment, someone's furnace suddenly exploded.

After all, pill refining never guarantees a hundred percent success—furnace explosions were commonplace.

As if triggering a chain reaction, one furnace exploding instantly set off a series of booms.

Dozens of furnaces exploded.

But it didn't matter!

If the furnace exploded, you could just start over.

After all, there were five sets of materials!

The sound of exploding furnaces rang continuously around them!

Time slowly passed.

Unknowingly, two hours later, a golden light suddenly burst forth from one furnace, blowing its lid off as twelve streaks of light shot into the void.

All cultivators still refining pills, and all spectators in the viewing stands, turned their gazes toward the pills.

"Fall…" came a soft command.

The twelve streaks of light were drawn by spiritual sense and landed in Feng Wanxi's hands.

Feng Wanxi waved her hand, placing the twelve pills into a porcelain vial.

Though only a fleeting glance, the pill patterns had been seen by everyone's spiritual sense.

Of the twelve pills, two were top-grade, ten were middle-grade.

"Sssss…"

Everyone drew sharp breaths.

This quality was too high, wasn't it?

"My heavens, top-grade pills appeared?"

"No wonder Feng Clan's prodigy!"

"Who says demonic races can't refine pills? Who says pill refining is exclusive to humans? Look at the Feng Clan's prodigy—she made top-grade pills too!"

"Just a little more and we would have had a supreme-grade pill!"

"If it were supreme-grade, we'd get bonus points!"

Everyone felt envy.

At that moment, another golden light shot into the sky.

All eyes turned to Zhu Xuanlun.

Zhu Xuanlun reached out, drawing all twelve streaks of light into his hands.

"Damn…!" someone swore outright: "My god… what am I seeing? Six… six top-grade pills!"

"Sssss…"

"Zhu Xuanlun seems even stronger than the Feng Clan's prodigy!"

"Yes… this Zhu Xuanlun of the Golden Crow Clan is extraordinary. He ranked second in the Three Dreams of Red Dust, earning ninety-nine points, then scored ninety-eight during his Dao enlightenment!"

"Zhu Xuanlun is amazing!"

"The Golden Crow Clan has a worthy successor!"

Everyone praised him endlessly!

He Pingsheng also nodded deeply: In this gathering of prodigies, they truly were prodigies.

This Zhu Xuanlun—his first move already matched my limit.

After all, He Pingsheng's own best batch had only yielded six top-grade pills!

"Huh…" Yet Zhu Xuanlun took a quiet breath, looking nervously toward the Golden Crow Demon Emperor Zhu Zhengyan.

Zhu Zhengyan's expression was grim, but he said nothing harsh—only nodded and said: "Acceptable… but far from your limit. Keep pushing. I believe you can refine supreme-grade 【Fengshen Pills】…"

Not being scolded, Zhu Xuanlun instantly relaxed, his face lighting up like sunlight: "Father, rest assured—I'll work harder!"

Hummm…

The next moment, twelve streaks of light shot from He Pingsheng's furnace into the sky.

Then, guided by his spiritual sense, they landed in his hands.

The golden pills shimmered faintly—twelve in total, each bearing two pill patterns.

Middle-grade!

All twelve were middle-grade.

"Hahahaha…" Someone outside burst into laughter: "I told you so—worse cultivator, more treasures… Look, he can't do it! Not even one top-grade pill!"

"Exactly… He Pingsheng is human. Humans have a natural advantage in pill refining—how come he didn't even make one top-grade?"

"Maybe his spiritual sense isn't strong enough?"

"Nine Heaven Mysterious Fire, top-grade furnace—and this is all he gets? This… is what he produced?"

Mockery echoed all around.

Yet He Pingsheng paid it no mind.

The reason this batch was all middle-grade was not due to unstable technique—it was because the new furnace affected him slightly.

But it didn't matter!

He had already grasped most of the furnace's properties during the first refining.

No problem—just one more batch, and he'd make top-grade pills.

Onward!

He Pingsheng cleaned the furnace slightly and began refining the second batch.

Another two hours passed.

Hummm…

Twelve pills flew out.

This time, the quality finally satisfied He Pingsheng.

Six top-grade, six middle-grade.

He matched Zhu Xuanlun—and matched his own previous best.

At that moment, Zhu Xuanlun's pills also emerged.

But his quality had dropped—only two top-grade, twelve middle-grade.

The Golden Crow Demon Emperor in the sky exploded: "You idiot… just moments ago you had six top-grade, and now you've regressed?!"

"This isn't your level… you're never like this!"

"Are you a pig, to fail at such a critical moment…"

Before Zhu Zhengyan's curses ended, the Great Lun Mingwang extended a hand—a speck of light flew toward Zhu Xuanlun, then burst open into a barrier, enveloping him completely.

Zhu Xuanlun could no longer hear his father's shouting.

Above, Zhu Zhengyan roared: "Great Lun Mingwang, what do you mean?!"