This guy… can actually refine a third-grade pill!
The hall erupted in gasps. Jiang Chen's calm declaration was like a meteor shattering their understanding of reality.
"Only you? Refine a third-grade pill?"
Zhu Mingyuan barked a laugh, though his voice carried a tremor.
In all of Lingyun City, alchemists who could refine Grade-Three pills could be counted on one hand—and they were all veterans who had spent decades studying alchemy.
Yet this brat? This badge-less boy who hadn't even reached his twenties?
Even if he had been learning alchemy since he was in his mother's womb, it should have been impossible!
Jiang Chen didn't even glance at him.
"Prepare me the materials for one Innate Spirit Pill," he said lightly to Tang Sheng, as if he'd requested a cup of tea.
The crowd exploded.
"Did I hear that right? The Innate Spirit Pill?!"
Gasps filled the hall like a wave crashing against stone.
The Innate Spirit Pill—a Grade-Three high-level elixir capable of directly raising an Foundation Establishment Realm warrior by an entire level.
Not just any third-grade pill. One at the pinnacle of Grade Three.
And he… only asked for one set of ingredients?
Does he want to refine a high-level third-grade pill in one go?!
This wasn't arrogance. This was madness.
Even a Grade-Four alchemist would hesitate before attempting such a thing.
"He's actually… going for the Innate Spirit Pill?!"
Tang Sheng's heart pounded.
He already knew Jiang Chen wasn't simple—but this? This was beyond comprehension.
Suppressing his awe, he quickly ordered the attendants to bring the precious ingredients.
Jiang Chen stepped to the furnace, his expression still serene.
Ignite the fire.Refine the essence.Extract the marrow.Condense the pill.
His hands moved like flowing water, smooth, precise, flawless—not a trace of hesitation.
Ding!"You have successfully refined the third-grade pill, Innate Spirit Pill. Gained 3000 × 100 experience!"
In less than half an hour, the pill furnace opened with a crisp sound.
Inside, a perfect Innate Spirit Pill gleamed with a faint golden light.
"My heavens…"
"He actually… refined a third-grade high-level pill! And in one try!"
The onlookers were beyond shock—they were numb.
A boy barely in his teens had succeeded on the first attempt at something that would terrify even elite alchemists.
And Zhu Mingyuan?
The so-called second-grade high-level alchemist, who had spent over a decade in this craft, had needed two tries just to produce a mere second-grade pill.
The comparison was brutal.
It wasn't just losing. It was being flattened.
People compare to people and despair. Shops compare to shops and close.
Next to Jiang Chen, Zhu Mingyuan wasn't even worth mentioning.
"You… you… this… how is this possible?!"
Zhu Mingyuan's face was ashen, his lips trembling.
Sanpin… a Grade-Three high-level pill…
Even if he spent his entire life, he might never touch such a level!
And Jiang Chen… had done it as easily as breathing.
Tang Sheng stared silently, heart pounding.
In just one day…
In the morning, Jiang Chen had defeated Meng Dongxing, the number one golden student of the Outer Palace, shaking all of Lingyun Wufu.
And now, by afternoon, he'd utterly humiliated Zhu Mingyuan, the Pavilion's proud second-grade chief alchemist.
Where did this monster even come from?