The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 984

Chapter 984: Chapter 983: Flesh Blood Pill Chapter 984: Chapter 983: Flesh Blood Pill Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, less than two months remained before the battle of the Nine Countries' Talents would recommence.

Fang Lin spent nearly a month of time and finally succeeded in refining a furnace of Flesh Blood Pills.

As the flames went out, and white vapor rose, the pure and rich scent of the medicine permeated the entire Tiankui Pavilion.

Inside Tiankui Pavilion, Elder Tiankui showed a faint smile and nodded slightly.

Ye Mengxian, who was instructing Su Xiaotong and Dugu Nian, turned her gaze toward the depths of the medicinal garden, surprise evident in her eyes.

“This kid's Pill Refining is making such a commotion; it seems he has concocted something good,” Ye Mengxian murmured softly.

Su Xiaotong and Dugu Nian, both women, displayed faces full of curiosity and shock. Naturally, they had also smelled the scent of the Flesh Blood Pills. Merely catching a whiff of the pill fragrance had caused their blood and qi to show signs of boiling, a testament to the domineering and formidable nature of these pills.

In the depths of the medicinal garden, Fang Lin looked at the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron in front of him and saw four red pills at the bottom of the Pill Furnace, his face showing complete satisfaction.

“The results are fairly good, not a waste of all those Ancient medicinal herbs,” Fang Lin thought to himself, and with a wave of his hand, he collected the four Flesh Blood Pills into a jade bottle.

Immediately after, Fang Lin stored away the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron and sat down cross-legged, not wasting a single moment. He directly consumed the freshly refined and still warm Flesh Blood Pills.

There were four Flesh Blood Pills in total, and Fang Lin had to refine all of them within the remaining time to enhance his own blood and qi strength.

For Fang Lin, time was of the essence and not a moment could be wasted.

Once the Flesh Blood Pill entered his body, Fang Lin felt as if his blood and qi were ignited, roaring and boiling with a thunderous sound.

Qi like dragons! Blood like phoenixes!

The vision of blood and qi appeared, accompanied by the sounds of dragons' roars and phoenixes' cries, reverberating through the whole Tiankui Pavilion.

“Good lad, his blood and qi have reached such a level, comparable to a Spirit Bone,” Elder Tiankui sat in the courtyard holding a little white rabbit, looking towards the far-off rising blood and qi vision, and couldn't help but express his admiration.

At this moment, inside Fang Lin, it was as though a volcano was erupting, his blood and qi strength exploding incessantly.

Fang Lin himself, however, was experiencing great pain.

His body was undergoing a transformation, his blood and qi strength doubling but with it came pain that twisted Fang Lin's expression.

But this pain was still within Fang Lin's tolerance. Amidst the pain, Fang Lin could clearly feel his blood and qi becoming stronger. Thus, it could be said he was feeling pain yet pleasure simultaneously.

Vigorous blood and qi also meant enhanced vitality.

The more vigorous the blood and qi, the better they could nourish the bones, making them even more resilient.

This was a virtuous cycle. The stronger the blood and qi within a Martial Artist's body, the greater the Physical Strength they could wield.

This was why Spirit Bone experts were so powerful. They already possessed unimaginable blood and qi, constantly nourishing their bones. Their Physical Strength was formidable, beyond what Martial Artists below the Spirit Bone level could imagine.

Facing Spirit Bone realm Martial Artists, Fang Lin's only disadvantages, other than his slightly insufficient Inner Strength, was his blood and qi strength not matching those of Spirit Bone warriors.

Once Fang Lin refined all four Flesh Blood Pills, his own blood and flesh strength would see a significant increase. When facing Spirit Bone fighters again, he would no longer be at a disadvantage.

The imminent restart of the Nine Countries Talent battle once again stirred up the long-quiet Nine Countries.

This third stage of the Talent battle was set to take place in one of the Upper Three Countries, the Qing Nation, and would no longer be conducted in an independent space but rather in actual hand-to-hand combat under the watchful eyes of countless spectators.

Because there were more than five thousand participants in the third stage of the Talent competition, it was held in ten different cities within the Qing Nation, each city hosting five hundred contestants for matches and contests.

Of course, the order of competitors was shuffled, and the five hundred talents in each city had varying levels of strength, but overall, it was relatively fair.

Out of the five thousand, only five hundred would remain, moving on to the capital of the Qing Nation for the true clash of talents.

Of the five thousand Martial Artists entering the third stage, only five hundred would advance to the fourth stage, meaning that out of every ten people, only one would move on to the next phase.

Such an elimination rate was very high, but it was precisely because of this that the Talent competition became even more brutal and intense. Those who could continue to stay were definitely experts; there was no room for anyone trying to muddle through or fill a quota, nor was there any chance of advancing further based on luck.

By now, some people had gradually come to understand the hidden reasons behind the Nine Countries' Talent competition.

“The Seven Seas are becoming increasingly restless.”

“The three sects of the Seven Seas have become a great enemy of our Nine Countries; a battle is inevitable!”

“The chosen talents of the Nine Countries from the Talent competition will face off against a group of talents from the Seven Seas!”

“Indeed, the Three Emperors would not have hastily initiated the Nine Countries' Talent competition otherwise.”

“But is it really necessary? Can't the talents from the Upper Three Countries cope with the talents from the Seven Seas?”

“Hehe, that's what you don't understand. The significance of starting the Nine Countries' Talent competition is not just to select the true talents of the Nine Countries.”

“What other significance could there be?”

“The significance lies in using it as a training ground for the geniuses of the Upper Three Countries.”

“To be precise, it involves utilizing all the geniuses from the Nine Countries to polish the real talents of the Upper Three Countries, enabling them to possibly enhance their strength as much as they can during this Talent competition to become even stronger.”

“So that means the geniuses from the other countries are just whetstones?”

“You could put it that way, after all, how could the geniuses from the Upper Three Countries lose to other talents?”

“Sigh, it's quite astonishing that so many people have merely become sharpening stones.”

“What's so surprising about that? I've heard that the selection of talents in the Seven Seas is even more brutal, involving life-and-death battles; by comparison, our Nine Countries are relatively peaceful.”

“Who knows what kind of fearsome young prodigies will emerge from the Seven Seas.”

Inside Tiankui Pavilion, Su Xiaotong stood before a Pill Furnace, staring intently at it.

Beneath the Pill Furnace, flames rose as Su Xiaotong was refining a batch of pills, preparing to advance to the rank of Four Cauldrons Pill Refiner.

Meanwhile, Dugu Nian was seated cross-legged behind a zither, her hands resting on the strings without plucking them, yet faint sounds of the zither were emanating.

Ye Mengxian looked at Dugu Nian with astonishment in her heart. The teaching over this period had revealed to her that Dugu Nian seemed to possess some exceedingly strange power within her, which harmonized subtly with the zither.

Because of this, Dugu Nian was capable of executing the Martial Arts of the Tao of the Zither to an extraordinary degree.

“Master, I have already managed to perform the second of the Sky Zither Three Moves,” Dugu Nian suddenly said, opening her eyes.

Ye Mengxian was about to speak when suddenly she turned and looked towards the medicinal garden.

Chapter end

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