1404: Chapter 1400 Third-Level Alchemist!
1404: Chapter 1400 Third-Level Alchemist!
Elder Mu sneered, playing with a small antique tripod in his hands, and spoke seriously, “Boy, three minutes?
Aren’t you afraid your boast will blow up in your face?
It’s not just you—even a fourth-level Alchemist couldn’t possibly produce Purple Clear Spirit Liquid in a re three minutes!
You certainly didn’t know that, did you?
Haha!”
“Elder Mu, I think this kid can’t produce it at all.
Perhaps even this second-level Alchemist’s Identity Token is a high-quality fake!”
Once these words were spoken, not only did Elder Mu mock him, but the others also joined in the laughter, and those dicine Alliance Disciples began to curse, soon hurling ugly insults at Ren Feifan.
“Boy, if you can’t make dicine, just get out of the dicine Alliance.
We don’t welco you here!”
“Yes, get out of the dicine Alliance!”
“Since this kid is so strong, he must be here to cause trouble!
Quick, contact the experts from New River Town!”
“Oh?
Just because you trash can’t produce it ans that others can’t as well?” Ren Feifan helplessly shook his head, not wanting to argue with these people anymore—proving himself with strength was what mattered!
Instead, his gaze turned to the certifying elder who was watching him with skepticism!
The elder obviously didn’t believe him either!
Ren Feifan was truly fed up.
Was producing Purple Clear Spirit Liquid really that difficult?
In fact, the teachings from Saint Doctor’s Gate had long included a quick way to produce it with almost a hundred percent success rate!
Ren Feifan began to question the standards of alchemy at Hidden Gate.
The three minutes’ ti he ntioned was actually him overstating—given enough materials, one minute was all he needed!
Not wanting to delay any further, Ren Feifan waved his hands in front of the certifying elder, “Old man, I’ve already said I’m in a hurry, can’t you help prepare the materials?
Otherwise, I’ll prepare them myself?”
The elder finally snapped back to reality, his eyes narrowing slightly in displeasure, “Are you sure you’re not joking?
Three minutes!
In three minutes, even the flas can’t be controlled properly!”
The old man stared intently at Ren Feifan, trying to see through him.
But Ren Feifan’s black robe seed to cover everything, exuding an aura of mystery.
Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he directly said, “Do I look like I’m joking?
You’ve already wasted five minutes of my ti, which ans the loss of two bottles of Purple Clear Spirit Liquid.
See?
How are you going to compensate?
Transfer funds or reimburse with tangible goods?”
The certifying elder nearly choked out a mouthful of old blood.
Where in Hidden Gate would such a compensation demand co from?
And five minutes for two bottles of Purple Clear Spirit Liquid!
Your bragging could almost break the sky!
“Old man, now you owe three bottles of Purple Clear Spirit Liquid,” Ren Feifan said leisurely while watching his watch.
The disciples of the dicine Alliance almost collapsed when they saw the scene unfold, even Elder Mu’s lips twitched a few tis.
Unable to stand it any longer, the certifying elder gestured frantically for the dicine Alliance Disciples behind him to fetch the materials.
He was curious to see how this fellow would produce Purple Clear Spirit Liquid in three minutes.
Soon, a few disciples brought several plates containing so dicinal herbs!
The herbs gave off a fragrant aroma, and their quality seed quite high.
Elder Mu scoffed and mocked Ren Feifan, “Now that the materials are here, continue with your boasting!
I really want to see how a divine-level Alchemist would…”
The voice of Elder Mu abruptly stopped, his face gradually shifting from disdain to horror.
It was as if he had seen sothing inconceivable!
And all the surrounding dicine Alliance Disciples were literally petrified.
Because they saw the boasting young man in the black robe generating a brilliant fla in his palm!
The temperature around them soared suddenly, countless lights reflecting in their pupils.
As Alchemists, they clearly recognized that this was not a fla from a fire cultivator!
It was true fire that only a fourth-level alchemist could produce!
Since this guy is a fourth-level alchemist, why is he wearing a second-level alchemist’s token?
…
Ren Feifan didn’t care about the reactions of these people; true fire continually surged from his palm, and with a step forward, the herbs on the table levitated!
Countless herbs danced in the air, eventually gathering directly into the true fire!
The herbs seed to be controlled by an invisible pair of hands, continuously tumbling in the flas.
Gradually, a fragrance of dicine ford.
Then, from within the flas, there ca a series of bursting sounds, and in the blink of an eye, the flas shaped a phantom, turning the herbs into a mass of purple liquid!
Ren Feifan had long prepared a Jade Bottle in his palm, slowly extinguishing the fla, and then, as if summoned, the liquid plunged directly into the Jade Bottle.
Ren Feifan glanced at his side and said indifferently, “Alright, if I’m not mistaken, it hasn’t even been three minutes.”
He intentionally weakened the fla during the concoction, otherwise, these people would really be frightened into heart attacks in just a few seconds!
“How much ti?” Elder Mu asked sternly.
The dicine Alliance Disciple checking the ti glanced at his stopwatch, his voice trembling as he replied, “Reporting to the elder, two minutes and seventeen seconds.”
The entire dicine Alliance hall fell silent.
Was it really successfully concocted?
Was such a complex thing really concocted just like that?
Looking at the Jade Bottle in Ren Feifan’s hand, the young man subconsciously pinched the flesh on his face, imdiately feeling a pang!
It felt so real that it left him even more baffled.
Elder Mu wasn’t faring any better; his face was burning as if he had been slapped.
How could such a perplexing task beco so simple in this kid’s hands?
After a long while, Elder Mu regained his composure, stretched out his hand, and accused, “What you concocted couldn’t possibly be Purple Clear Spirit Liquid; this must have been prepared in advance!”
Ren Feifan helplessly shook his head, “A third-level alchemist shouldn’t be such a sore loser; I’m really embarrassed.”
After speaking, he flung the Purple Clear Spirit Liquid out of his hand, tossing it directly to the elder, as if he didn’t care at all.
“Old man, you can’t be a sore loser too, can you?”
Elder Mu ca to his senses, caught the Jade Bottle in mid-air, opened the lid, and took a sniff; his face wrinkles forming countless folds.
After a long ti, he sighed deeply and said, “This indeed is Purple Clear Spirit Liquid, he is qualified to beco a third-level alchemist.”
After speaking, he looked towards Ren Feifan and instructed, “Give your alchemist’s token, I will help you upgrade it to third-level.”
Although he was in disbelief, the evidence was in front of him; with so many witnesses watching him concoct, how could it be fake?
Ren Feifan tossed his second-level alchemist’s token to the elder and simply found a place to sit down.
About ten minutes later, the dicine Alliance disciple brought the token out, carefully handing it back to Ren Feifan, as if fearful that Ren Feifan might beco furious.
Ren Feifan received the token and indeed felt that both the texture and color of the token had greatly improved; the reverse side even had the ancient script of a third-level alchemist.
“Not bad, not bad, finally a third-level alchemist.”
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