Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The reason for this was that the Pill Refining Competition would begin the next morning. Running back and forth was too troublesome, so it was better to stay in the Fragrant Sky City.    

Time passed quickly. The next day arrived, and Ye Feng and the other three woke up early and arrived at the Pill Refining Competition venue.    

Although the three of them did not know how to refine pills and did not sign up, they were very curious about the Pill Refining Competition. Especially since they wanted to see what kind of spots Ye Feng would get with his alchemy skills, they were all waiting for the competition.    

"This is your token. Please find the corresponding pill furnace according to the token."    

A staff member of the City Lord's Mansion handed Ye Feng a token. This token was made of a special material, and it was made of the shell of a spirit crystal.    

Every spirit crystal was wrapped in a spirit shell. Spirit cultivators only needed to absorb the spirit energy of the spirit crystal to increase their strength, and they did not care about the spirit shell at all. However, this spirit shell was not completely useless. In many aspects, it had quite a good effect.    

First of all, there was a unique reaction between the spirit shell of every spirit crystal.    

The token in Ye Feng's hand was made of half of the spirit shell, and the other half was placed on the pill furnace that corresponded to his name.    

In this way, Ye Feng would input the spirit energy into the spirit shell, and the corresponding pill furnace that corresponded to his competition would light up and send out a reaction, guaranteeing that Ye Feng would not find the wrong furnace.    

After Ye Feng inserted his spiritual energy, the spiritual shell shone with a red light. Ye Feng raised his eyes and looked over. In the tens of thousands of pill furnaces, there were many pill furnaces that were also shining with a red light, and the frequency of the light was the same as the token in his hand.    

"That is my competition venue."    

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and walked over.    

An hour later, all the alchemists who had signed up for the Pill Refining Competition had arrived. This was a grand event that had never happened in Fragrant Sky City before, so none of the people who signed up were slacking off.    

At the same time, there were also many spectating cultivators and commoners in Fragrant Sky City. The entire competition venue was packed with people.    

The commoners were purely here to join in the fun, but the cultivators wanted to see who would be able to make a name for themselves in the Pill Refining Competition. Such an existence would definitely be a master alchemist. If they could get on good terms with him, there would be endless benefits.    

"Alright, since everyone is here, let's start refining the pills."    

A figure stepped onto the high platform of the Pill Refining Competition and stood at the front. It was an old man with white hair and beard. He was the City Lord's butler.    

"The first round of the competition will be to refine a Tier 1 Pill, the Spiritual Energy Pill."    

The butler announced the start of the competition.    

The tens of thousands of alchemists on the stage quickly began refining. The Spiritual Energy Pill was the most basic Pill for alchemists, and all the alchemists would refine it.    

However, the level of the pill was different for each person. After all, the Spiritual Energy Pill was divided into four grades: High, Medium, Lower, and Top.    

If he was only at the level of a first-class apothecary, the Spirit Qi Pill he refined would only reach the level of a medium grade, or at most, a top grade.    

To refine a top grade Spirit Qi Pill, one would have to become a second-class apothecary.    

For Ye Feng, this Spirit Qi Pill was naturally without any pressure. He casually threw the spirit herbs into the pill furnace, and did not even bother to use his own Frigid Sun Flame. He did not use any technique at all, and just looked like he was playing around as he started to refine the pill.    

"Brat, your pill refining skills are too bad. How dare you come to participate in the Alchemy Competition? Are you here to embarrass yourself?"    

Beside Ye Feng, a middle-aged apothecary saw Ye Feng's actions and could not help but laugh.    

"Uncle, you should take care of yourself first."    

Ye Feng was too lazy to bother with him. This kind of idiot who looked for trouble everywhere.    

"Heh, I'm just reminding you. Are you not grateful?"    

The middle-aged apothecary glared at him and was about to lecture Ye Feng.    

But in the next moment, the middle-aged apothecary's expression became ugly. Because he was busy talking to Ye Feng, he had some problems controlling the flame. The Spirit Qi Pill that he was about to refine was immediately burned into a pile of black ash.    

"Damn it!"    

The middle-aged apothecaries were furious and cursed loudly. The first round of the competition was very tight. After all, the test was the most basic Spirit Qi Pill.    

Because of the tight time, the middle-aged apothecary failed the first time and lost the second chance. He was about to be eliminated.    

Ye Feng was not surprised at all. He had just told the middle-aged alchemist to take care of himself, and it was not a casual remark. He had already seen that the middle-aged alchemist's control over the flame was very poor. It was fine if he was focused on refining the Spiritual Qi Pill, but if he was distracted and talked to him, there was a ninety percent chance that he would fail.    

As expected, the middle-aged alchemist failed. He looked at Ye Feng with flames in his eyes, but he attributed the reason for failure to Ye Feng.    

"It's all your fault, you piece of trash. If it wasn't for your poor pill refining skills, I wouldn't have been distracted and made a mistake."    

The middle-aged alchemist was destined to be eliminated. He directly put up a good show and stopped trying to refine the pill. Instead, he cursed at Ye Feng.    

"Your own skills are too low, and you still want to blame the heavens and the earth. You are really ridiculous."    

Ye Feng said disdainfully. He withdrew the Spiritual Qi, and the flames in the pill furnace also disappeared. This was the end of the pill refining.    

"You ignorant brat, you don't even know how to refine pills. You came to participate in this competition to harm others!"    

The middle-aged alchemist continued to chatter. Seeing that Ye Feng had stopped refining the pill, he said disdainfully, "Your pill must have also failed."    

"Is that so?"    

Ye Feng looked at him playfully, then took out the pills in the pill furnace. Thirteen sparkling and round Spiritual Qi Pills that were filled with Spiritual Qi appeared in front of the middle-aged alchemist.    

"All of them are top-grade Spiritual Energy Pill?"    

The middle-aged alchemist's eyes widened, and he was so shocked that he almost fainted.    

"No, that's impossible. You must have cheated."    

The middle-aged alchemist couldn't help but cry out. He clearly saw that Ye Feng's pill refining technique was extremely ridiculous, as if he was playing around. How could he possibly refine thirteen top-grade Spiritual Energy Pills?    

One must know that even a level two alchemist would only be able to refine three top-grade Spiritual Energy Pills in a furnace, and the remaining ones would be below the top-grade. It was even possible that the furnace would be damaged.    

Ye Feng's performance was at least at the level of a level three alchemist. However, Ye Feng's technique was ridiculous, and he was so young. No matter how he looked at it, he could not be a level three alchemist.    

Therefore, the middle-aged alchemist firmly believed that Ye Feng had cheated. At the moment the pill refining ended, he used a technique to send the thirteen top-grade Spiritual Energy Pills into the furnace, creating the illusion that he had refined the top-grade Spiritual Energy Pill.    

"Humph, the Pill Refining Grand Meeting forbids loud noises. Don't you know the rules?"    

At this time, the manager of the city heard the middle-aged alchemist's loud shouting, and he walked over with a gloomy expression.    

The surrounding alchemists were also attracted by the commotion, and they all looked over.    

Chapter 18 - The Pill Refining Grand Meeting