In the instant of intense collision.
A mechanical voice sounded mid-air.
"An alchemist simultaneously mastering three elixir recipes and accumulating a hundred elixirs has ended the final trial prematurely."
Qingxuan, who had just collected a furnace of elixirs: "???"
His quantity of elixirs coincidentally jumped to a hundred at this moment!
Qingxuan looked at the sky, his brow slightly furrowed.
This secret realm... is it really so stingy? Afraid he would refine too many? Prematurely forced to stop?
As if hearing Qingxuan's inner thoughts, the mechanical voice fell silent for a moment: "An alchemist mastering elixir recipes perfectly has rendered the trial meaningless."
"Indeed, stingy." Qingxuan muttered softly.
Mechanical voice: "..."
The secret realm's true test was always for the alchemist. As for how far the trialists' conflict escalated, the secret realm didn't care. Once Qingxuan had perfected the elixir recipes, the secret realm's force intervened.
