Lin Xuan, despite his short time learning alchemy, possessed astonishing talent and the guidance of a peerless master, Lord of Wine.
So, he was not afraid of anyone at all.
His fingers danced as Lin Xuan engraved a new inscription.
"What, he's not even using a Pill Furnace?" The crowd below was shocked.
"Hmph, alchemy by hand is simply courting death!" Song Yunxing scoffed with a sneer.
Even the Third Hall Master furrowed his brows, "This kid, what is he doing? Does he not know this is a competition?"
But Old Man Di Que was very calm, squinting his eyes as he sat in his wheelchair with an air of composure and ease.
No one understood how terrifying Lin Xuan was better than he did, so he was not worried at all.
With the experience of the first time, Lin Xuan was very familiar with the process this time.
Herb after herb was skillfully separated and extracted by him, his movements flowing like water, extremely pleasing to the eye.