The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 5 - 3: Willing to Accept Defeat in a Bet?_2

Deep concern filled her heart.

While Yang Chen had shown progress in his alchemy skills, Yang Heng was a genuine First-Order Intermediate Dan Master. In contrast, Yang Chen was merely a Primary First-Grade Alchemist.

What exactly was the chasm between a Primary First-Grade and a Middle Stage First-Grade?

A Low-Level First-Grade Alchemist who attempts First-Rank Elixirs cannot guarantee success; in fact, the probability is often quite low. The title of Primary First-Grade Alchemist is granted to anyone who manages to refine a First-Rank Elixir even once. However, a Middle Stage First-Grade Alchemist is a master who can produce First-Rank Elixirs with a flawless 100% success rate.

Their Young Master had only managed to refine a First-Rank Elixir by chance a year ago. It was a case of a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat, yet it earned him the rank of Primary First-Grade Alchemist. Since that fluke, he hadn't successfully refined a single First-Rank Elixir for an entire year.

Under such circumstances, how could anyone not be worried?

However, while Gu Mingyue was lost in her anxious thoughts, Yang Chen suddenly lowered his hands. The flames fueled by the Fire Control Wood began to fade. A slender thread of smoke drifted from the Alchemy Furnace, followed immediately by a rich aroma that filled the air.

This fragrance was the unmistakable sign that an elixir was about to form.

"The elixir is complete!"

Seeing this, the eyes of Yang Heng's servant bulged in pure shock.

Nobody anticipated that Yang Chen would finish his refinement even faster than Yang Heng.

"What's there to be surprised about?" Xiao Hui, the servant highly favored by Yang Heng, gave a cold snort. "Our Young Master Heng has crafted this Reverting Bone Pill hundreds of times. Forming the elixir is nothing special. The Young Master's peak performance involved refining three Reverting Bone Pills in a single go! Three pills—something a waste who only succeeds by luck could never hope to match."

As he spoke, the servant cast a contemptuous look at Yang Chen. Despite being a mere servant, his association with Yang Heng gave him the arrogance to disregard Yang Chen. After all, Yang Chen’s standing within the Yang family was embarrassing. Without the protection of his elder sister, Yang Caidie, his status might have fallen below that of a common servant.

Meanwhile, Yang Heng also noticed that Yang Chen had finished. Seeing the calm confidence on Yang Chen’s face, a freezing smirk touched his lips. Speed meant nothing; he intended to show Yang Chen what true alchemy looked like very soon.

"Young Master, did you... did you actually refine the Reverting Bone Pill?" Gu Mingyue asked, her voice trembling with nerves.

Yang Chen offered a small smile. "Indeed!"

He found the situation amusing; if he failed to produce a simple Reverting Bone Pill, he would have no right to show his face. Furthermore, by observing Yang Heng’s movements, he had already predicted the outcome of his rival's refinement. He had intentionally adjusted his own pace so his victory wouldn't be too overwhelming, as that would surely spark unwanted suspicion.

"Elixir finished!"

Yang Heng suddenly let out a loud cry. A powerful scent immediately wafted from his Pill Furnace. Judging by his arrogant expression, he was clearly thrilled with his performance, fully believing that he had secured the win.

Fearing that Yang Chen would be devastated by the loss, Gu Mingyue whispered quickly, "Young Master, losing this wager isn't the end of the world. You’ve successfully refined a Reverting Bone Pill today, which proves you still have a path as an Alchemist! A true man isn't defined by a single setback!"

Hearing her words, Yang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why was she so certain he had been defeated?

"Yang Chen, reveal your furnace," Yang Heng sneered.

Without hesitation, Yang Chen inverted his furnace. The pills slid out instantly, landing in the palms of both competitors.

Seeing the three Reverting Bone Pills in his hand, Yang Heng burst into boisterous laughter. "Yang Chen, do you finally see what an Alchemy Genius looks like? If you can produce three Reverting Bone Pills in your lifetime, you should be proud. Now, enough talk—hand over the 300 Spirit Stones. Oh, I forgot, you don't have that much. I'll wait while you go beg your sister for them. You’ve always been good at hiding behind women."

In his arrogance, he failed to notice Gu Mingyue standing nearby, her mouth hanging open in shock as she stared at Yang Chen's hand.

Yang Chen smiled calmly. "Yang Heng, what makes you so sure you've won?"

Yang Heng gave him a look of pure disdain, but before he could retort, his eyes fell upon the four Reverting Bone Pills held in Yang Chen's palm!

Four!

He had produced one more than Yang Heng!

"This is impossible!" Yang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

His servant, Xiao Hui, immediately protested, "Quantity isn't everything! This is a contest of quality. Young Master Heng’s pills are top-tier in both count and grade!"

"Are you certain my Reverting Bone Pills are inferior to his?" Yang Chen asked with a lazy yawn. "If you didn't get a good look, feel free to inspect them closely. You can give me your answer once you've actually compared them."

In truth, Yang Heng had already recognized the quality of Yang Chen’s work, but his mind refused to accept it. The pills Yang Chen had refined were visibly superior to his own. The clear, translucent sheen was undeniable; anyone with half a brain could see who the victor was.

Gu Mingyue, barely believing her eyes, said with excitement, "Young Master Heng, you know that one must honor their bets, right?"

Yang Heng’s complexion turned ghostly pale.

His servant, Xiao Hui, stood frozen in disbelief.

Checking to ensure no one else was nearby, Yang Heng ground his teeth and hissed, "Yang Chen, how did you pull this off?"

"I don't believe I owe you an explanation for my methods," Yang Chen replied coolly. "Just remember that being quiet doesn't make one weak. You have lost. If you refuse to pay, we can head to the Elder’s Residence and let Elder Yang settle this. I trust everyone there will see the truth."

The mention of the Elder’s Residence terrified Yang Heng. He had already suffered enough humiliation losing 300 Spirit Stones; he couldn't allow the rest of the clan to find out.

"Not a single word of this is to leave this spot!" Yang Heng barked at his followers.

"Yes, Young Master, we understand," they stammered.

Yang Heng turned back to Yang Chen, his face twisted with rage. "Fine, I will honor the bet. Take these 300 Spirit Stones. But mark my words, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll make you regret it."

He desperately wanted to back out, but the fear of Yang Chen exposing his defeat forced his hand. He had no choice but to surrender the 300 Spirit Stones.

Seeing the massive pile of 300 Spirit Stones being handed over, Gu Mingyue’s eyes blurred with tears of happiness. She quickly gathered herself and sprinted toward Yang Caidie’s residence. She had to share this incredible news.

Today, her Young Master hadn't just avoided a loss; he had walked away with a fortune.