"What round is this?"
Xie Lianhuan looked at a household servant.
"To the master of the house, this is the final round."
"We have already selected three capable individuals, and after this round, it will be over."
The middle-aged servant said respectfully.
"What? The last round already?"
Xie Lianhuan was a little surprised.
For the past few days, he had either been sleeping or handling matters for the Nine Gates Group.
He hadn't had the time to pay attention to this.
But upon hearing it was the last round, his heart skipped a beat, though he dared not show it.
"Yes, master."
The servant beside him spoke again.
Xie Lianhuan nodded and said nothing more.
His gaze fell upon the arena.
In Xie Lianhuan's opinion, the martial arts competition was a last resort.
He naturally had his own dedicated tomb-robbing team.
A long time ago, his people were unparalleled in tomb raiding.
But when entering a tomb, one always needed cannon fodder, didn't they?
Although Xie Lianhuan hadn't robbed tombs in a long time, he wasn't foolish. He knew there were many mechanisms within tombs.
And the people he was looking for not only needed some combat skills but also to serve as cannon fodder.
"Hmm, it seems I can go and take a look in a few more days."
Xie Lianhuan thought to himself, as the competition on the stage resumed.
Within the courtyard.
Zhang Tian was still recovering.
However, Hu Bayi's friends and others were not cultivating.
Fatty's cultivation had reached Grandmaster after being purified by the essence of the Mu Dust Pearl, but it was difficult to advance further.
Hu Bayi, on the other hand, had cultivated in Zhang Tian's illusory space for several months and had also reached Grandmaster, slightly stronger than Fatty.
However, like Fatty, without further materials or spiritual elixirs, advancement was difficult.
"Hoo hoo."
"So hot, so hot, burning, burning, burning."
In the courtyard, Tuan Tuan's voice could be heard constantly.
Tuan Tuan was circling a stove, sticking out her snake-like tongue, her little face flushed red.
"Sister Yang, when will you finish with the small stove? Tuan Tuan is waiting for the little pills."
Tuan Tuan fanned her face with her small hands, a hint of impatience on her face.
This little one hadn't eaten any pills in a long time.
The pills she had secretly stashed in the underwater tomb last time were all eaten by Tuan Tuan.
Now, Tuan Tuan had reached the end of her medicinal journey.
"Don't rush, little Tuan Tuan, I'll be quick."
Shirley Yang said.
Her hands moved continuously, and flames continuously emanated from the pill furnace before her.
Since Zhang Qilin had lost his memory, the task of alchemy had naturally fallen to Shirley Yang.
As for Shirley Yang, she was just learning. Whether she could refine pills, she herself was unsure.
Moreover, Shirley Yang was quite curious about alchemy and wanted to learn this skill.
This could be seen from the fact that Shirley Yang had spent several months reading books in the illusory space.
"Old Hu, do you think Miss Yang can do it?"
Fatty asked from the side.
"She definitely can."
Hu Bayi replied, a hint of determination in his eyes.
Fatty looked at Hu Bayi, then at Shirley Yang.
"Second Brother, do you really not remember how to refine pills?"
Fatty asked Zhang Qilin, unwilling to give up.
Zhang Qilin shook his head.
He truly couldn't remember.
However, looking at the pill furnace, he felt an urge to try.
Even though he couldn't recall, his muscle memory was still there.
Shirley Yang had refined two batches of pills consecutively, but neither was successful.
Looking at the scorched grey residue, Shirley Yang frowned slightly.
For a moment, she knew how to refine them, but there were always some mistakes.
"Indeed, one cannot rely on theory alone; practice is necessary. But I have no master."
Shirley Yang frowned slightly. Self-study was really difficult.
It was said that Hu Bayi and Zhang Tian also learned through self-study, which made Shirley Yang admire Hu Bayi even more.
"Let me try."
Just as the third batch was about to fail.
Zhang Qilin spoke.
He moved behind Shirley Yang.
Shirley Yang made way for him.
She watched Zhang Qilin and was not angry that he was taking over her furnace. Instead, she looked at him with anticipation.
If Zhang Qilin could succeed, perhaps she could learn something from it.
Zhang Qilin sat in front of the furnace, his hands moving continuously.
It seemed to be muscle memory.
"So that's how it is. I've never seen this technique before. It's not recorded anywhere. Did he invent this technique?"
"I understand. In alchemy, one must first refine oneself. If one's cultivation is insufficient, the pills naturally cannot be refined."
As Shirley Yang watched Zhang Qilin refine, countless thoughts arose in her mind.
She gained a clearer understanding.
"Boom."
At the next moment, a sound came out.
The pill furnace let out a soft hum, followed by a wisp of green smoke.
Twelve evenly colored pills appeared in the furnace.
Looking at the pills before her, Shirley Yang took a breath.
High-grade Orchid Pills.
Orchid Pills were cultivation pills.
They were named after the orchid used as an ingredient. The potency of Orchid Pills was not strong; even high-grade ones were not one-tenth as effective as Qi Gathering Pills.
However, the materials for this pill could be found in the market, which reduced the burden of sourcing ingredients.
With the appearance of the Orchid Pills, Hu Bayi and Tuan Tuan showed smiles.
Fatty even jumped up.
"O-yeah! Second Brother, you finally remembered your main account password!"
Fatty was so excited he almost hugged Zhang Qilin.
"What main account password?"
Hu Bayi and the others were bewildered.
This Fatty was getting ahead of himself.
Zhang Qilin looked at his hands.
Indeed, Zhang Tian had not lied to him. He was a master alchemist.
He never imagined that the master was himself.
"O-yeah, Tuan Tuan has little pills to eat!"
Tuan Tuan waved her little hands, her face full of excitement.
She grabbed pills from the fire with her small hands.
Soon, Tuan Tuan held several pills.
She ate them one by one, enjoying herself immensely.
Hu Bayi and the others did not stop her, but instead surrounded Zhang Qilin.
"Second Brother, did you remember anything?"
"Did you recall it?"
"What was that technique of yours?"
The three asked in unison.
Zhang Qilin looked up at the sky.
Finally, he slowly spoke.
"I don't know."
After Zhang Qilin finished speaking, the three of them instantly collapsed.
Good heavens, this act is too much.
But looking at Zhang Qilin's expression, it seemed he genuinely didn't know.
So, the three stopped asking and pushed Zhang Qilin back to the pill furnace.
"Perhaps refining pills can help Second Brother recover. Second Brother, keep going, refine a few more batches."
Fatty gave a thumbs-up.
Zhang Qilin did not speak, but slowly picked up the surrounding herbs.
This time, Zhang Qilin seemed to have a different feeling.
Before losing his memory, one might have had a certain perspective on something, but after losing their memory, they would surely have a different view.
Therefore, Zhang Qilin was currently in a very good position to gain further insights to the greatest extent.
On-site.
[Good grief, this person has to work even after losing his memory?]
[My heart aches for my brother!]
[Zhang Qilin: I really thank you all!]
Watching Zhang Qilin refine pills on-site, they felt both annoyed and amused.
This situation was a well-reasoned deception to refine pills.