“Brother Dan Qing, he is only an advanced Yellow-grade alchemist to begin with. Are you not paying too much attention to that person?”
Ji Luoyu could not quite understand Dan Qing’s reaction. Was it worth caring so much about an advanced Yellow-grade alchemist who was already inferior?
“It is not that I care. He was simply too arrogant just now. He actually dared show disrespect to Senior An Lian.”
Dan Qing explained.
“Oh, I see.”
Ji Luoyu asked no more. Everyone continued waiting. When the time entered the final minute, the remaining six advanced Yellow-grade alchemists also finished their assessments and handed in their papers to An Lian.
At this moment, the only one who had not finished was Lingxiao.
The smug smile on An Lian’s face grew thicker.
In the crowd, Feng Ming Piao Xue’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Could Lingxiao really be incapable?
“Brother Dan Qing, that person really does seem quite poor. Even if he cannot compare to Yellow-grade or top alchemists, he should at least compete with those advanced Yellow-grade ones. This gap is far too wide.”
Ji Luoyu seemed to be growing impatient with the wait.
She did not like lingering here waiting for someone else to finish something.
It was truly too boring.
“Who says otherwise? I once warned that fellow to study steadily under the seniors and not bluff when he knows nothing. Yet as Sister Luoyu has seen, this guy is only good with his mouth.”
Dan Qing raised his voice even higher, as if afraid others might not hear.
Feng Ming Piao Xue became even more anxious.
“Ding ding ding!”
Finally, the magical clock on the wall chimed, signalling the end of the test.
An Lian’s face bloomed like a flower in full blossom.
He smiled. He had originally worried that Lingxiao might unexpectedly display surprising ability, but now it seemed he had worried too much.
He stood up and excitedly announced the end of the test, instructing everyone to leave their testing stations.
Of course, only Lingxiao remained at his station now. His words were undoubtedly directed at Lingxiao.
Feng Ming Piao Xue sighed helplessly. She had not expected Lingxiao to fail even this test. Could the outstanding youth she had always admired in her heart be an illusion?
Lingxiao walked out from his testing station, a helpless and regretful expression on his face.
“Alas, it is a pity the time was too short.”
Everyone heard his sigh, and everyone heard his words.
“Heh heh, this person is truly amusing. I think it is not that the time was too short, but that your ability is too poor. Others have all finished, yet you complain about short time?”
Ji Luoyu said with a smile.
She truly felt no goodwill toward this Lingxiao. Clearly incapable himself, yet he claimed the test time was too short. Where was the sense in that?
Dan Qing also spoke in a sarcastic tone. “Sister Luoyu, do not put it so harshly. Even if he fails the test, it is no big deal. After all, he has the Patriarch of Changle’s support. He should still be able to participate in the Alchemy Convention, right?”
Though his words seemed to speak for Lingxiao, the sarcasm was actually thicker.
Ji Luoyu’s remark had merely expressed personal dislike.
But Dan Qing’s was clearly targeted.
“I should still pass the test.”
Lingxiao scratched his head.
An Lian sneered. “Hand over your test paper. I gave you so much time. I wonder what rubbish you managed to produce. But do not forget our previous wager. I am not one to let things go easily.”
“Of course.”
Lingxiao smiled faintly and handed his test paper to An Lian.
An Lian did not even glance at it, simply passing it to the judging alchemists beside him.
“Patriarch, it is not that I refuse to give this Lingxiao face. The boy is simply too arrogant. If we do not teach him a lesson, he will truly not know his limits.”
After handing over the paper, An Lian bowed to the Patriarch of Changle again.
“Follow the rules.”
The Patriarch of Changle merely nodded faintly. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
Feng Ming Piao Xue, watching the excitement, grew as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing restlessly. In her view, Lingxiao might truly have failed the test.
It was even less possible for him to win the bet with An Lian.
If so, would he not have to hand over the Imperial Seal?
Given Lingxiao’s personality, would he really comply so obediently?
If he refused, would a fight break out?
Just as she was extremely anxious, An Lian prepared to announce the results of this test.
The results were naturally announced in the order of submission.
The first paper came from Dan Qing.
An Lian looked at the score sheet and could not help revealing a satisfied smile. “Excellent. Dan Qing wrote six formulas, all of which can be refined into effective pills. Score: sixty!”
These words caused some surprise among the crowd.
Even the best among the judging alchemists had only managed four or five formulas. Dan Qing’s performance actually surpassed theirs.
Moreover, he had submitted early. Such genius truly commanded admiration.
Dan Qing cupped his hands. “This junior has limited talent and could only think of these six formulas.”
Though his words were humble, his face overflowed with pride and confidence.
It was clear he was immensely pleased inside.
To achieve this level, he probably already possessed Yellow-grade alchemist ability. Dan Qing’s alchemy skills likely needed to be estimated even higher.
“Dan Qing, you are too modest. Not to mention those present, even across the entire Divine Phoenix Continent and Tianlong Continent, no one could match you in this test.”
An Lian praised.
“Senior An Lian should not be too hasty with such claims, or you may end up slapped in the face.”
Lingxiao said lightly with a smile.
“Humph. Mind your own business.”
An Lian snorted coldly, ignoring Lingxiao, and took out Ji Luoyu’s score sheet.
“Could it be that Brother Ling thinks the Little Medicine King Ji Luoyu can beat me?”
Dan Qing glanced at Lingxiao and asked.
“She is too inexperienced. She cannot beat you, at least not in this test. But I can.”
Lingxiao said calmly.
“Hahaha, ridiculous!”
Dan Qing laughed loudly. Inwardly, he was astonished at how thick-skinned Lingxiao could be. He had possibly failed even to complete the test, yet now dared utter such shameless words.
At that moment, An Lian read out the Little Medicine King Ji Luoyu’s score.
Though Ji Luoyu had written six formulas, only five could actually be refined into pills. The sixth was a bit too fanciful.
“Young Lady Luoyu, if you can refine this formula on the spot yourself, it will still count.”
An Lian looked at Ji Luoyu.
“No need.”
Ji Luoyu shook her head. She was already satisfied with five formulas.
After all, it was only a test. There was no need to reveal all her trump cards.
