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"This..." Upon hearing the words of the Alchemist Disciple, the Second Elder's Disciple was immediately taken aback, stammering and unable to speak.
Indeed, this is basic knowledge that every Alchemist knows. If one does not know this, they are simply unworthy of being called an Alchemist.
However, upon hearing that Ling Mo Xie had actually refined a Spirit Rhythm Pill, his first reaction was disbelief. Naturally, he did not consider this possibility and instead doubted Ling Mo Xie.
Now, he was even more convinced that Ling Mo Xie could not possibly have refined a Spirit Rhythm Pill. The elixir's energy was contained, and it was an eighth-grade Elixir. Even his Master could not consistently refine an eighth-grade Elixir to the point of containing its energy. How could Ling Mo Xie possibly achieve that?
Thus, the Second Elder's disciple's expression darkened as he coldly said, "No, I don't believe it. You must have cheated; otherwise, how could you possibly refine a Spirit Rhythm Pill with contained energy?"
Upon hearing him accuse him of cheating, Ling Mo Xie was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Cheating? Are you not doubting me but rather questioning your Gate Master? Or perhaps the brothers from the Enforcement Hall responsible for the inspection?"
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, the Second Elder's disciple was immediately stunned. Yes, if Ling Mo Xie had cheated, it would imply that the Gate Master or the brothers from the Enforcement Hall were also suspect. No one could cheat under the Gate Master's watchful eye.
Ling Mo Xie had placed a heavy accusation on him. He quickly shook his head and hurriedly tried to explain; he certainly did not dare to harbor any doubts or grievances against the Gate Master.
At this moment, even the disciples from the Enforcement Hall looked at him with discontent in their eyes.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Daoist Disciples began to whisper among themselves.
"This high disciple of the Second Elder, I originally thought he was a genius, but compared to Ling Mo Xie, he pales in comparison."
"Exactly! And he lacks the demeanor that a genius should have. Just look at Ling Mo Xie and then look at him; it's clear who is superior!"
"Ling Mo Xie truly lives up to his reputation; indeed, as rumored, he possesses extremely advanced Alchemy skills. This is what a young genius should be like! How can such a genius not belong to our Taoist Sect?"
As they chatted, those Daoist Disciples shifted their gaze to Ling Mo Xie and no longer paid attention to the Second Elder's disciple.
The Alchemist Disciples continued to appreciate the Elixir before Ling Mo Xie. It seemed that victory had already been decided, but they still needed to complete their evaluation properly.
"Ah! Another bottle of Spirit Rhythm Pill!" Suddenly, the Alchemist Disciple exclaimed again, holding the Elixir bottle in disbelief.
Elixirs above level eight typically contain only one pill per bottle, but seeing another Eighth-Rank Pill among the pile of Elixirs in front of Ling Mo Xie still surprised them. The success rate for refining Eighth-Rank Pills is not only very low, but most often they are reduced to useless pill ashes.
The Second Elder's disciple had already finished counting his Elixirs, which were fewer than Ling Mo Xie's, and he only had one Spirit Rhythm Pill.
Hearing the exclamation from the Enforcement Hall disciple, the Second Elder's disciple turned to look over with an incredulous expression, then stood silently with a pale face.
After all, as a Cultivator, he had heard the discussions among the Daoist Disciples earlier and did not want to appear ungracious or unable to accept defeat.
Upon seeing another Spirit Rhythm Pill emerge, the surrounding Daoist Disciples looked at Ling Mo Xie with even stranger expressions. Could it be that he had refined all three batches of Spirit Rhythm Pills and produced so many low-level Elixirs? This efficiency was terrifyingly high!
However, what shocked them even more came next. The Alchemist Disciples continued to exclaim as five Spirit Rhythm Pills were found.
At this moment, the Daoist Disciples looked at Ling Mo Xie as if he were a monster. Five pills meant he had refined more than one pill from a single batch of Spirit Rhythm Pills?
This efficiency could rival that of the Second Elder of the Taoist Sect, who had lived for over a thousand years and was truly an old monster. He had no idea how many Elixirs he had refined throughout his life. How could Ling Mo Xie compare to the Second Elder? This could only be attributed to talent.
Yet, these revelations were already shocking enough for the Daoist Disciples; the Alchemist Disciples were even more astonished. One explained, "Earlier when we went in to retrieve our Elixirs, we saw that there was still enough material for another Spirit Rhythm Pill left inside. So... Ling Mo Xie, you actually refined two batches and produced five pills?"
"What's so strange about that? Shouldn't each batch of Elixirs yield nine pills? It seems my Alchemy still needs improvement," Ling Mo Xie said with a puzzled expression at everyone's surprise, as if it were a matter of course.
He was not a genuine Alchemist and naturally did not know what was common knowledge among those who were Alchemists, or even many Cultivators who were not Alchemists—such as the fact that higher-level Elixirs have lower success rates...
What Ling Mo Xie thought at this moment was that the reason he only produced five Elixirs might be due to many Alchemy issues he hadn't resolved himself. If he had addressed them all, would he have also produced nine Elixirs?
Meanwhile, the surrounding Daoist Disciples looked at Ling Mo Xie with calmness on his face and even some dissatisfaction. They felt an overwhelming shock in their hearts; just look at how different this genius was from themselves!
While he pursued the best and highest realm, they were already stunned by such trivial matters. Indeed, there is a clear distinction between geniuses and ordinary people.
However, if Ling Mo Xie knew what they were thinking, he would probably laugh out loud. If he knew that the success rate of high-level Elixirs was so low, he might even feel a bit smug instead of looking indifferent and slightly dissatisfied with himself as he did now.
"Well, it seems that the result of this Alchemy competition is already quite clear. I have obtained their scores, and without a doubt, the winner of this competition is Ling Mo Xie," the voice of the Daoist Sect Leader suddenly echoed, causing Ling Mo Xie to complain internally about how the Daoist Sect Leader always appeared out of nowhere.
Upon hearing the voice of the Gate Master, the voices of the Daoist Disciples quieted down until they disappeared, not daring to discuss anything further.
The Daoist Sect Leader continued, "It seems my decision was indeed correct; he deserves to have the Daoist Order Decree. Do you have any objections?"
The impression of the Daoist Sect Leader being elusive and powerful had already taken root in the hearts of everyone in the Taoist Sect. Who would dare to oppose his decision? Moreover, many people had indeed come to respect Ling Mo Xie.
However, there were still some who were unconvinced. He was just good at Alchemy Not Bad, but in the Cultivation World, strength was still what mattered!
This was the view of some who revered power. Of course, in front of the Daoist Sect Leader, they did not dare to voice their opinions and could only think about it in their hearts, yet they still harbored thoughts of dealing with Ling Mo Xie.
The Daoist Sect Leader seemed to have anticipated this scenario and said calmly, "Since no one has any objections, I will open the secret realm for Ling Mo Xie tomorrow, allowing him to enter and comprehend with the Daoist Order Decree."
"Gate Master is wise; such a genius deserves this kind of reward," many Daoist Disciples echoed.
However, the Daoist Sect Leader secretly shook his head. It seemed that past events had left a significant impact on the hearts of the Taoist Sect disciples. Back then, when his junior brother rebelled, he suppressed him with an iron fist out of anger. His youthful arrogance made his junior brother suffer greatly, revealing his ruthless side to everyone. Since then, few dared to oppose him.
This competition had no agreed-upon stakes; winning was simply winning. There were no real Rewards, as it was ostensibly just a "friendly exchange."
Yet it wasn't entirely friendly. Once the competition was over, everyone returned to their own homes.
While it was said that there were no Rewards or punishments, that wasn't entirely true. For instance, victorious Ling Mo Xie caused some members of the Taoist Sect to abandon their hostile thoughts towards him and even seek to curry favor with him.
As for the disciple of the defeated Second Elder, not only would he be seen as lacking grace and be scorned by others, but he would also likely face repercussions from the Second Elder upon returning.
After all, in this competition, he represented the face of the Second Elder.
Back in the courtyard of Grand Elder, Xu Qingfeng was still immersed in the shock from earlier, continuously rambling to Ling Mo Xie about how stunned and incredulous he was.
Hong Chi couldn't help but dig at his ears and went off to find something to eat. Following Ling Mo Xie, he had already experienced enough shock; his nerves had been trained to be extremely resilient, and regarding Ling Mo Xie, he thought that no matter what happened, he would no longer be surprised.
As night fell, Wen Dao City appeared very quiet under the night sky. In the luxurious and vast courtyard of the Long Family, it was as silent as ever. However, in the family head's Study Room, the head of the Long Family stood somewhat anxiously, gazing out the window.
A gentle breeze swept through, causing the originally open window to close. This breeze should not have been able to close the window in the first place.
"Great-Grandfather, I..." The once imposing and powerful head of the Long Family spoke cautiously to the empty air in front of him.
Gradually, a figure began to materialize in the air. The person wore a long blue robe and had a handsome face, resembling a refined young gentleman. Why would the middle-aged man known as Dragon Family Patriarch address him as Great-Grandfather?
"Mm, come here!" The young man showed no surprise at being called Great-Grandfather by Dragon Family Patriarch, as if it were entirely natural.
In fact, it was indeed so; the young man was truly Dragon Family Patriarch's Great-Grandfather, just that he appeared youthful. This young man was Long Family's support within Taoist Sect, Elder Three of Taoist Sect, who specialized in talisman crafting.
"Are you aware of what happened today?" The young man asked calmly as he naturally took a seat in Dragon Family Patriarch's usual position.
"Mm, I know." In front of the young man, Dragon Family Patriarch looked like a well-behaved child, standing before him and nodding as he spoke.
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