Alchemy & Martial Supreme

There were ten sets of Dragon Source Pill Source Plant here, and they would probably refine the rest tomorrow.    

"Rise!" Just as the Martial Cultivator disciples were paying attention to whether or not Qin Ming was too tired from concocting pills, Qin Ming let out a soft shout, and the brass lid of the furnace was opened. Twenty pill flew into the tray that Lian Ren was carrying.    

At the same time, two more sets of Dragon Source Pill Source Plant flew into the alchemy furnace.    

Seeing Qin Ming still sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, the Martial Cultivator were surprised.    

What was going on?    

Qin Ming had already refined 60 Perfect Dragon Source Pill in a row. Could it be that there was still Origin Qi in his body?    

This was six sets of pill. If it was an ordinary Alchemist, even if they were exhausted to death, it would be impossible to successfully refine it. They simply did not have this physical strength and Origin Qi.    

Although Alliance Master Qin was a Saint Blood Martial Cultivator and his physique was better than an ordinary Martial Cultivator, the Origin Qi in his body would not be much more than an ordinary Martial Cultivator.    

Logically speaking, Qin Ming should have already used up all the Origin Qi in his body. Why was he still persisting in refining?    

The Martial Cultivator could not understand.    

As for the Cloud City Alliance's Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator, they were worried.    

Six portions, a total of sixty perfect Dragon Source Pill. Qin Ming did not rest at all.    

Everyone knew that refining pills was a very tiring thing. Furthermore, Qin Ming refined two portions in one cauldron. Although it saved time, it consumed more energy than separately refining.    

It should be time to rest now!    

They were worried that Qin Ming would faint on the spot if he continued refining like this.    

They watched as more and more sweat appeared on Qin Ming's forehead. Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually very tired.    

It was not only the Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator of the Cloud City Alliance who were worried. Even the Vice Alliance Masters were worried.    

They had seen Qin Ming refine a Dragon Rank pill before, but they had only seen him refine one cauldron. They had never seen him refine continuously.    

They all knew that refining a Dragon Grade pill consumed a lot of energy.    

Many Dragon Alchemists were even more willing to refine a Dragon Grade pill. This was because although a Dragon Grade pill was not as valuable as a Dragon Grade pill, it consumed a lot less energy and time.    

Furthermore, the success rate of a Dragon Alchemist refining a Flood Dragon pill was much higher than refining a Dragon pill.    

Calculating it this way, refining a Flood Dragon pill would even earn more Origin Stones than refining a Dragon pill.    

One could imagine how much energy and Origin Qi one needed to refine a Dragon Grade pill. To an Alchemist, it was a huge burden.    

And Qin Ming had refined three batches in a row. A total of sixty Perfect Grade Dragon Source Pill. How much energy was needed?    

Qin Ming must be very tired right now.    

Qin Ming was the pillar of the Cloud City Alliance. If anything were to happen to him, the entire Cloud City Alliance would collapse immediately.    

The upper echelons of the Cloud City Alliance were all very worried. It was not only because of their relationship with the Cloud City Alliance, but also because they had worked with Qin Ming for such a long time. They had already developed a relationship.    

Lian Ren, who was standing by the side, had already casually tossed the pill on the tray away. He looked at Qin Ming worriedly, wanting to remind him to rest. He was also afraid that he would disturb him while he was refining the pill and cause this cauldron of pill to fail.    

For a moment, he stood at the side, at a loss for what to do.    

Qin Ming looked at the pill in the furnace, but he was not as focused as outsiders thought. He looked at the worried Lian Ren and gently shook his head. He retracted his gaze and continued to look at the raging flames in the furnace.    

He wanted to end today's pill concoction before the sun set.