Supernatural Insight Eyes

Chapter 1955 - 1956: Alarming Everyone in the Pill Tower! (Second Update)

"Are there any more spirit herbs left?" Ye Qiu suddenly asked.

Jin Zhimo thought Ye Qiu had listened to her, but he ended up asking if there were any more spirit herbs. Did he intend to use the spirit herbs to compete with a Divine Grade alchemist?

Jin Zhimo felt a headache coming on. Is there even a chance of winning?

If the opponent were Li Qing, it would be understandable; he’s just a young alchemist. But the opponent is Li Qing’s master. Are you treating him like an alchemist of Li Qing’s level and just waiting to lose?

However, before Jin Zhimo could speak, Master Meng chimed in from the other side: "If you use spirit herbs to compete with me and I win, it would undoubtedly invite criticism from others, so I’ll provide the spiritual medicine."

Saying this, Master Meng flicked his hand, and three stalks of spiritual medicine flew toward Ye Qiu.

"Master Meng is truly generous. Thank you for the spiritual medicine you’ve given me," Ye Qiu said with a grin, spreading his fingers wide to grab them out of the air and holding them in his hand.

How did it become a gift to you?

Master Meng felt somewhat disgusted by Ye Qiu; it was clearly lent to him, wasn’t it?

Ye Qiu didn’t think so. Ever since he entered the Pill Tower, he felt that this was a sect with wealth as vast as the mountains, full of spiritual medicine. Giving him a few stalks was just a drizzle.

"Let’s begin." Not wanting to say more, Master Meng remarked lightly. It was just three stalks of spiritual medicine; he couldn’t be bothered to concern himself with something that trivial. Even if it were ten stalks, he could afford it.

Master Meng began the alchemy process, moving the alchemy cauldron from his storage ring, and with a push of his palm, it ascended directly into the air.

Ye Qiu looked at the three stalks of spiritual medicine in his hand, casually took one, and handed the other two to Jin Zhimo, saying, "Keep these two for me; using all three would be too wasteful."

Uh...

Master Meng, who noticed Ye Qiu’s actions out of the corner of his eye, twitched his eyelids slightly, sneering in his heart. Thinking he could compete in alchemy with just one stalk of spiritual medicine was truly arrogant.

However, this time, Master Meng didn’t care. Regardless, he provided the spiritual medicine to Ye Qiu. Even if Ye Qiu lost, it was his own choice for not using all the medicine.

"Isn’t he overconfident? Does he think he can beat Master Meng with just one stalk of spiritual medicine?" someone laughed at Ye Qiu’s actions.

"I think he’s just preparing himself to lose to Master Meng; if the quality of Master Meng’s pills is higher, he’ll use that as an excuse, saying he only used one stalk of spiritual medicine," someone commented, causing those around to nod in agreement.

"Makes sense. Finding a reason for failure in advance could allow him to shamelessly claim his alchemy skills are not lacking, just that he used less medicine than Master Meng," another person snickered.

"This guy is really thinking ahead; he even planned his retreat," someone remarked.

"I think he’s aiming to gain fame through Master Meng; that way, after leaving the Pill Tower, he can say his alchemy skills are comparable to Master Meng’s and easily counter any criticism by pointing out that he used fewer herbs," someone suggested.

"He seems ridiculously clever..."

Ye Qiu’s actions sparked much discussion among the disciples of the Pill Tower. One by one, they speculated as if they were conspirators, imagining the purpose behind Ye Qiu’s single-stalk alchemy.

If Ye Qiu knew what these people were thinking, he’d surely give them a thumbs up. He simply wanted to save some spiritual medicine; how did it get overthought to such a degree?

Master Meng commenced alchemy, while Ye Qiu began energizing Jin Zhimo’s alchemy cauldron. As when he dueled Li Qing, he proceeded at a leisurely pace, with flames barely burning.

Master Meng’s alchemy technique drew exclamations from the Pill Tower’s disciples. His coordination of body and alchemical techniques resembled a dance.

His steps were light and agile, akin to a mountain sprite. An air current-wave effect rippled under each step, a result of his special footwork.

"The Eight Nine Mysterious Steps!"

"No, it looks like the Luo Shen Twelve Steps."

"I think I saw Lingbo’s Steps."

The surrounding disciples marveled at Master Meng’s footwork. These were top-tier techniques of the Pill Tower, enhancing pill quality when combined with alchemical techniques.

"Master Meng’s footwork has reached an advanced level—every step appears casual yet calculated, blending renowned techniques of the Pill Tower. You can never guess his next move, as it seems to be a synthesis of footwork styles completely merged by him," one observer coolly analyzed.

This view gained widespread agreement. As Pill Tower disciples, they were familiar with its footwork—many could perform a few sets—but reaching Master Meng’s level was beyond them.

It’s like the difference between some people being at the True Qi stage of martial arts and others at the Imperial stage. The same thing manifests differently in the hands of people from varied levels.

Understanding doesn’t mean attaining and further refining the extreme.

But Master Meng could, achieving mastery over various footwork styles, leaving many at the Pill Tower in awe.

It was like witnessing a grand performance, capturing attention and immersing all in its splendor.

In contrast, Ye Qiu remained unhurried, issuing an alchemical command every few breaths, with hardly any movement in his feet and no coordination in his steps. Such techniques appeared entirely absent.

At this moment, probably only Jin Zhimo and Zhuang Miaoshang kept their attention on Ye Qiu.

Only these two hoped Ye Qiu could surpass his opponent in alchemy. It seemed like a pipedream, but what if it came true?

Time ebbed away, for Master Meng had ushered all three stalks of spiritual medicine into the alchemy cauldron. Already, some began to detect a faint aroma of pills emanating from the cauldron.

Clouds gathered above Master Meng’s head; their density reached astonishing levels, enveloping the Pill Tower entirely.

The atmospheric changes over the Pill Tower swiftly caught the attention of people within, from ordinary to advanced alchemists—everyone looked up, eyeing the clouds overhead.

"Is this a Holy Pill Heavenly Tribulation? It doesn’t look like it; it’s more of a Divine Pill Heavenly Tribulation. Let’s see who’s making pills."

"Alchemical Tribulation, quite the scene. The cloud mass of this tribulation is extraordinary."

Instantly, figures soared from the Pill Tower towards the sky, quickly assembling in the plaza below.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The number of people at the plaza surged from dozens to hundreds, and the assembly continued to grow.