Refining a Fifth Grade Emperor Pill is just a piece of cake for Brother Cheng.
The failure rate is almost negligible.
The only thing to consider is the speed of refining.
For someone like him, who has mastered all alchemy knowledge and every alchemy school, it's not even a problem.
Everyone could only see his exquisite control, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and his dazzling seal techniques.
The support array was running as if supercharged.
The state of the pill furnace was evolving at a speed far beyond everyone's understanding.
All the onlookers were dumbfounded.
So the rhythm of alchemy could be as fierce and fast as a storm in battle?
Is it really possible to refine pills like this without error?
Even though most of them didn't understand alchemy, and those who did were only at the level of First or Second Grade Emperor Pills.
But witnessing such high-end operations, they inexplicably sensed a different kind of mental realm.
