Ye Lingyue gazed at the Blood Cauldron, listening to the murmurings from every corner of the Alchemist Mansion. The alchemists there were whispering among themselves.
"Just as I thought, a Sixth-rank Alchemist, what makes her think she can lead all of us?"
"In my opinion, let alone the Blood Cauldron, I'm afraid she can't even refine a decent fifth-grade elixir pill."
"Female Alchemist, who knows if she used some unsightly means, flattering someone of high status, to climb her way to the position she's in today."
Despising them, Ye Lingyue inwardly cursed, turning her gaze back to the Blood Cauldron.
That Blood Cauldron, setting anything else aside, likely weighs about five to six thousand kilograms just by itself. Merely controlling the temperature of the whole Blood Cauldron using spiritual power is already very difficult.
No wonder no one inside the Alchemist Mansion could handle it.
