The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1428 - 1429: Another Supreme Elixir

Busy figures populated the grand square, where all participating Alchemists were demonstrating their utmost abilities. The majority of these Alchemists weren't aiming for the championship, but rather sought to establish that they were by no means inferior to the disciples of the revered Dan Clan.

As time marched onward and the incense stick at the square's heart was completely consumed, a resounding bell tolled, signaling the end. In unison, all Alchemists ceased their work.

The contest had officially concluded.

"All Alchemists, cease your Alchemy. Those who have not finished will be automatically disqualified from the competition area," a voice boomed from the Dan Clan's platform.

Thirty percent of the Alchemists let out sighs of resignation and departed the square, having been unable to complete the refinement of Pei Yuan pills within the allotted timeframe.

"Next, those who possess the confidence to vie for the championship, please raise your hands," Dan Baicao announced once more.

An immediate silence fell over the square. This declaration held a strategic subtlety; only those truly certain of their capabilities would step forward, thereby preventing individuals aware of their own shortcomings from facing public embarrassment, and sparing those without genuine skill the shame of seeking glory in vain.

After several moments of quiet contemplation, a hand finally rose – it was Zi, hailing from the Dragon Scale Valley.

Both Dan Chenzi and the Pill Saint’s disciple exchanged disdainful smirks. They had observed Zi during the competition and deemed him barely on par with their own skills.

Subsequently, Dan Chenzi and the Pill Saint’s disciple raised their hands almost simultaneously, capturing the attention of nearly everyone present. Both had secured a tie for second place in the previous Alchemist competition.

Then, Yang Rong naturally raised her hand as well.

Yang Rong's action also elicited quite a commotion.

"Is there anyone else who believes they have the mettle to contend for the championship? If not, besides these four, all others shall now exit!"

All participants, inclusive of the Pill Refining Powder team, vacated the square, their hearts filled with a mixture of resentment and regret.

Many recognized Yang Rong, yet her Alchemy prowess was widely regarded as significantly inferior to that of Dan Chenzi and the Pill Saint’s disciple. As for Zi, any hope for him was practically non-existent.

It seemed all but certain that the championship of this Alchemist competition would once again reside within the Dan Clan's ranks.

"Now, kindly request the guard from Dragon Scale Valley to open Zi’s Pill Furnace," Dan Baicao declared loudly. He trusted his own people to handle the opening of the Pill Furnace, thus preempting any unfounded accusations of foul play against the Dan Clan – the championship was theirs regardless.

A guard dispatched by the Dragon Scale Valley proceeded to open Zi’s Pill Furnace. There, a Divine Concealment Pill, complete with distinct markings, was revealed.

"Haha, a mere ninety percent purity for this Divine Concealment Pill. And with this, he dares to contend for the championship?"

"Indeed, isn't this the same fellow who caused quite a scene yesterday? His Alchemy skills are clearly not that impressive."

A chorus of mocking remarks erupted from a contingent of Dan Clan disciples.

Yet, Zi remained impassive, seemingly unfazed by the outcome of this contest, his focus instead fixed on observing Yang Rong’s performance.

"Let’s not delay any further; open my furnace first!" Yang Rong stated promptly.

The Dragon Scale Valley guard appeared momentarily startled but soon approached Yang Rong, directly opening her Pill Furnace. An intense storm of energy immediately billowed outwards, accompanied by a rich fragrance of Pei Yuan pills that burst forth from the Pill Furnace.

Across the square, all participants and onlookers were struck with astonishment by the pills that cascally emerged from the Pill Furnace.

Another Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill materialized.

The Pill Saint jolted to his feet, scanning the surroundings frantically, yet he could not locate Ye Mo, try as he might.

"Where is Ye Mo?" the Pill Saint exclaimed inexplicably, reluctant to accept that Yang Rong could possibly refine a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill.

"What is occurring?" Dan Baicao, observing the Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill hovering in mid-air, knitted his brows. He recalled that Ye Mo had claimed victory in the last Alchemist competition with a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill, and now, another such pill had surfaced.

"Another Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill? How could Yang Rong possibly have refined such a pill?" The elders of the Dan Clan shared their bewilderment.

"Pill Saint, I believe further proceedings of this contest are unnecessary!" Yang Rong declared with composure. "The method for refining a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill was imparted to me by Ye Mo, whom I have officially recognized as my master. Should he choose, he could bestow this knowledge upon anyone. Therefore, I firmly believe this Pill Saint title rightfully belongs to my master."

"What? Could it be that a method to refine a Supreme Elixir truly exists?" A look of profound disbelief dawned on the Pill Saint’s face.

"Pill Saint, I pay my respects!" Amidst the collective astonishment of all present, a composed voice resonated from the crowd. Ye Mo emerged, standing resolutely like an unyielding spear before the Pill Saint and the assembled elders of the Dan Clan.

"Ye Mo!" The Pill Saint and the others' eyes widened in disbelief as they gazed upon Ye Mo.

Instead of directly entering the Alchemist competition himself, Ye Mo arranged for Yang Rong to represent him, simultaneously vowing to concoct a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill. This move served as a powerful counter-strike against his detractors.

"It’s Ye Mo! The very same Ye Mo whose championship title was revoked by the Dan Clan. He’s back, and remarkably, his disciple has now refined a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill!"

"Ha! It seems Ye Mo is here for retribution this time around."

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

"My purpose here isn't for trivial matters, but to expose the true, ugly nature of the Pill Saint," Ye Mo declared.

Ye Mo's gaze fell upon the Pill Saint, his expression steely. "On the day I successfully refined the Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill, the Pill Saint, blinded by greed for my alchemy skills, attempted to take me as a disciple solely to seize my method for refining Supreme Elixirs. Aware of his sinister intentions, I refused his offer. Subsequently, he conspired with numerous powerful figures to eliminate me. How can such a treacherous individual possibly be worthy of the esteemed title of Pill Saint?"

"You insolent brat, cease your baseless slander!"

The Pill Saint's face flushed crimson as he roared in fury.

"Then explain why you stripped me of my championship title? While the title itself holds little importance to me, your Dan Clan unjustly accused me of deceitful practices. Now, with my disciple having publicly demonstrated the ability to refine a Supreme Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill before this assembly, what have you to say for yourselves?"

Ye Mo's voice remained cold, his resolve firm to meticulously detail every transgression committed by the Dan Clan and the Pill Saint.

"Silence!"

The Pill Saint spat out the command, his tone chilling. Yet, Ye Mo continued to systematically dismantle his facade, word by word. The Pill Saint acutely felt the shift in the surrounding gazes, transitioning from admiration and respect to palpable disgust, becoming an unbearable weight upon him.

"Silence?"

Ye Mo let out another sneer. "Pill Saint, I assure you, I have barely begun to peel back your layers of deception. The world hails you as the Pill Saint, yet you are nothing more than a petty scoundrel who colluded with the Pill Demon to betray and frame your own master, the Pill King. All this, merely to obtain the ultimate alchemy techniques. While others might see you as a Pill Saint, in my eyes, you are merely a despicable wretch."

"You are fabricating falsehoods!"

The Pill Saint's face turned ashen, utterly unprepared for these deeply buried secrets to be unearthed once more. His reputation, the esteemed Pill Saint, was utterly ruined.