Just like cultivation techniques and battle techniques, alchemy also had different types of fla control techniques.
But the two elders quickly realized that Kyrian was not using any of those techniques; it was simply his control over fire.
Controlling fire without a technique was several tis more difficult. But for Kyrian, who possessed his eyes, it was child’s play.
The fifteen flas were different.
So were small, the size of a coin, burning gently. Others were larger, like clenched fists, shining intensely.
So shone so brightly that they hurt the eyes. Others burned softly, with an almost invisible light, a barely noticeable heat.
So possessed reddish hues, the deep red of glowing iron. Others were almost golden, the pale yellow of the midday sun.
None were the sa. Each fla was perfectly adjusted to the material it was refining.
The bluish root, covered in electrical sparks, received a stable and moderate fla.
Not too hot, not too cold. Just enough to heat the root without activating its natural electricity.
The red flower, which appeared to be made of liquid fire, received an extrely intense fla.
So intense that the air around it distorted, so hot that Kyrian could feel the heat on his face even from a distance.
The black crystal, wrapped in mist, received slow and gradual heat.
The fla increased and decreased in a precise cycle, warming the crystal little by little, allowing the mist to dissipate without damaging its internal structure. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
The materials began to be refined.
Impurities evaporated, transforming into colorful vapors that rose toward the ceiling.
dicinal essences separated, brilliant liquids of vibrant colors extracted from the plants and crystals.
Cores began to form, small spheres of concentrated essence pulsing with Qi.
And all of this happened simultaneously. Without a single mistake. Without any waste. Without any hesitation.
Lio Han watched in silence. The more he watched... the more incredulous he beca.
He knew Rank 6 alchemists. He knew famous specialists whose nas were known across the entire continent.
He knew masters respected by the Hall of a Thousand Herbs, elders who had refined pills for centuries.
But he had never seen soone control flas in this manner. Not just the precision. But the ease.
Kyrian seed to be making no effort whatsoever. It was like breathing. Natural. Instinctive. Fluid.
As though fire were an extension of his own body.
Elder Sun noticed the sa thing. His gaze beca increasingly serious. More focused. More attentive.
Because this surpassed the level of an ordinary alchemist. By a great margin.
The minutes passed.
The sound of the hourglass, grains of sand falling, was the only noise in the room besides the crackling of the flas.
Soon, the Rank 3 materials were the first to finish.
The impurities disappeared completely, no colored vapor remained, and no dark residue.
Leaving behind only small pure dicinal cores.
They floated in the air, small glowing spheres, each a different color. Perfectly refined.
Then ca the Rank 4 materials. Once again. No mistakes. No losses. No damage.
The ford cores were so pure that they reflected the room’s light, creating small bright spots on the walls, ceiling, and the elders’ faces.
Lio Han began to suspect sothing. Or rather... he began to understand sothing.
Kyrian’s talent for alchemy might be even more absurd than the perfect pills had demonstrated.
Because producing a perfect pill could be luck. A coincidence. A fortunate accident.
Producing dozens of them was talent.
But controlling fifteen simultaneous refinents in this manner...
That was sothing else. It was absurd mastery. It was understanding. It was an unbelievable affinity for the path of alchemy.
Finally...
Only the Rank 5 materials remained. The most difficult. The most resilient.
The ones that normally required cultivators of the Spiritual Awakening Realm to refine properly.
Because their internal structures were complex. Because their impurities were stubborn. Because their dicinal essences were volatile.
But for Kyrian... there was no difficulty. His fire was superior to ordinary fire.
Not only hotter, but purer, more refined, closer to the essence itself. His control was superior. Every fla responded to his will like a limb of his own body.
His understanding of the Path of Fire had reached a level that few alchemists could even imagine.
The flas continued burning. Precise. Perfect. Controlled. Until finally...
The last materials finished being refined.
Less than ten minutes. The entire test.
It had taken less than ten minutes.
The fifteen flas vanished simultaneously, extinguishing as though they had never existed.
The room returned to silence. Fifteen dicinal cores floated in the air. Glowing softly.
Each in its own position. Each is perfect.
Elder Sun stood up imdiately. His chair creaked, the sound echoing through the room.
An invisible force erged from his hands, pure Qi, dense and controlled.
The fifteen refined materials flew toward him like leaves carried by the wind.
He began examining them one by one. First. Second. Third. Fourth. Fifth.
His expression changed more and more. Surprise. Disbelief. Shock. Because there were no problems. None.
Not a single mistake. Not a single flaw. Not even the slightest loss of dicinal essence.
Every material had been refined perfectly. As though the fire had never committed the slightest excess.
As though every fla had been calculated by a specialist with centuries of experience.
The silence lasted several seconds. Five. Ten. Fifteen seconds.
Finally...
Elder Sun let out a long sigh.
He stored the fifteen cores, one by one, inside jade bottles. Then he looked at Kyrian.
His eyes were completely different now. There was no more evaluation. No more doubt. No more skepticism.
Only recognition.
"With distinction." His voice echoed through the room.
"The second test is concluded."
"Young man. You have passed."
Lio Han did not seem surprised. In fact...
After what he had just witnessed, the precision, the control, the ease, any other result would have been absurd.
Elder Sun slowly returned to his chair. Still shaking his head.
Like soone who had just witnessed sothing difficult to believe.
’Even after decades as an evaluator... Even after hundreds of examinations...’
’He had never seen anything like it.’
And now...
Only the final stage remained. The true test.
The test that would officially determine whether Kyrian would beco a Rank 5 Alchemist recognized by the Hall of a Thousand Herbs.
Pill refinent.
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