Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 527: The Second Phase of The Alchemy Competition (6)

The nearly thirty deacons nodded simultaneously, their movements coordinated as though they were a single entity. Each walked in a different direction, spreading throughout the arena to begin their evaluations.

Kyrian observed the process with interest. Every deacon followed a meticulous procedure. Before testing any lotion, they always asked the same questions.

They asked for the name of the recipe. Then they requested a complete explanation of the refinement process, every step, every temperature, every decision. The expected properties of the lotion, its intended effects, and its possible uses.

And, when necessary, they personally tested a small amount of the lotion, applying it to their own skin to verify its effectiveness and safety.

Kyrian watched the scene from a distance, his eyes following the deacons’ work. He quickly made a mental calculation.

There were just over five hundred completed lotions, an impressive number considering the difficulty of the task. Even divided among thirty deacons, each would have to evaluate around seventeen participants. It would take quite a while before it was his turn.

He simply crossed his arms again, his eyes closing once more. There was no reason to rush. Patience was a virtue, and he had plenty of time.

However... a few moments later, a small movement caught his attention.

The old elder in charge of the entire competition had descended from the main platform. His steps were slow and measured, yet each one echoed through the silence of the arena.

Numerous spectators followed his movements curiously, their eyes tracking the elder as he walked between the rows of competitors. The deacons also cast discreet glances in his direction, surprised by the unexpected movement.

Without saying a word... the old man calmly walked through the rows of participants, his gaze sweeping across every workstation, every competitor. He seemed to be looking for something... or someone.

Until he stopped directly in front of Kyrian’s workstation.

The arena seemed to grow a little quieter. The murmur of conversations faded, replaced by attentive silence.

Several competitors widened their eyes, their expressions frozen in surprise.

"The elder went over to that young man?" one spectator whispered in disbelief.

"Is he going to evaluate him personally?" another replied, his voice filled with admiration.

"That’s an incredible honor!"

"Who is he?" a third asked, his eyes fixed on Kyrian.

"I’ve never seen that face before."

Kyrian was also slightly surprised. He had expected to be evaluated by one of the deacons, just like everyone else. The elder’s appearance before his workstation was unexpected.

He raised his eyes to the old man, meeting his gaze. He had the impression that this man had been watching him for quite some time, ever since the beginning of the competition. His experienced eyes seemed to see beyond the surface, evaluating something the others could not perceive.

Before he could think more deeply about it... the elder spoke.

His voice remained calm, but it carried the weight of decades of experience.

"What kind of lotion did you refine?" His gaze fell upon the small jade bottle, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined it.

"Tell me its name... and explain your entire refinement process."

Kyrian nodded respectfully, without hesitation.

"It is called Thunder Reinforcement Medicinal Lotion."

Without the slightest hesitation... he began his explanation.

Starting with the selection of the nine ingredients—the bluish root, the violet flower, the silver fruit, the Green Jade leaves, the white flower, the brown root, the spiritual bark, the golden resin, and the dark herb. Everyone had been selected for a specific reason, and each played a unique role in the recipe.

The reason for selecting the three lightning-attributed herbs was to provide the electrical essence that would become the heart of the lotion. The three healing herbs were responsible for stabilizing the electrical essence and preventing it from causing permanent harm. The three body-strengthening herbs would transform that destructive energy into a constructive force.

He explained every temperature used and every change in the intensity of the flames. The exact moment each ingredient was added and why that specific timing had been chosen. The reasons for guiding the electrical energy through the essences instead of simply suppressing it, transforming its violent nature into a controlled and beneficial force.

Every detail was presented with absolute clarity, without omitting a single thing. His memory seemed flawless, every step of the process engraved in his mind with crystal-clear precision.

There was not even a single pause to think. The information simply flowed naturally, as though he were reading from a manual he had personally written.

The old elder listened in complete silence, his eyes fixed on Kyrian, his expression unreadable. The more he heard... the more impressed he became.

It did not feel as though he were listening to a young participant, an inexperienced competitor. It felt as though he were speaking with a veteran alchemist, someone who had spent decades studying the properties of herbs and the complexities of refinement.

Even more astonishing... the logic behind that recipe was extraordinarily sophisticated. The interaction among the nine herbs required profound knowledge of both spiritual botany and the very nature of lightning itself.

This was not a recipe created by chance. It was a careful construction, every part supporting the others, every element contributing to a coherent whole.

Even he... was not certain he could reproduce that recipe correctly on his very first attempt. The balance among the ingredients was so delicate that any mistake could ruin the final result.

When Kyrian finished his explanation, the old man remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes still fixed on the young alchemist.

Then he slowly picked up the jade bottle, his aged fingers wrapping around it with surprising delicacy.

He carefully removed the stopper, and a pure, electric fragrance spread through the air.

A single drop fell onto the palm of his hand.

The next instant... a faint electric current traveled across his skin, a tingling sensation that quickly spread through his hand. It was like a tiny sting from lightning, sharp but not painful.

At the same time... an extremely gentle medicinal essence immediately began strengthening that very area. The tissues regenerated, the meridians stabilized, and the muscles became stronger.

The destructive energy of lightning was controlled perfectly. Instead of causing permanent damage, it continuously stimulated the muscles, skin, and meridians. It was a perfectly balanced process of destruction and reconstruction, the very essence of physical training elevated into an art.

The old elder’s eyes shone, a light of recognition and admiration illuminating his gaze.

’Excellent...’

He thought to himself, his mind evaluating every aspect of the lotion. If used continuously by cultivators specializing in the Path of Lightning, this lotion would indeed accelerate physical strengthening to a remarkable degree. The results would become visible within weeks... perhaps even days.

Its quality far exceeded his expectations. The recipe was not merely functional—it was innovative, elegant, and a true contribution to the art of alchemy.

Without realizing it... a smile appeared on his face, the first one he had shown throughout the entire competition.

"Very good."

His voice was not loud, but because of the silence that had formed around them, everyone heard it.

"Very good!"

This time, his exclamation echoed clearly throughout the entire competition, reaching every corner of the arena.

The spectators immediately turned their attention toward Kyrian, their faces lit with curiosity and admiration. Numerous competitors were left completely stunned, their expressions frozen in shock.

The elder himself had personally come to evaluate him... and now he was praising him in such a manner.

The old man sealed the jade bottle once more with careful fingers. Then he raised his eyes toward Kyrian, his gaze carrying an obvious interest that had not been there before.

"You..." He paused briefly, as though carefully choosing his words.

"Would you be interested in selling this recipe to the Alchemists Association?"