Compared to Zi Linling's speed, wasn't Lü Zuichang crawling like a turtle?
Not only were the onlookers stunned, but Nian Youyu, Feng Mo, and Xuanyuan Zhe were also astonished. Even Lü Bingcheng, who was brimming with confidence, was dumbfounded. Su Dan Novel Network
Such speed, let alone in the Alchemist Guild of Linxian City, even in the entire Alchemist Guild of the Heavenly Bestowal Continent, you couldn't find another like it.
Lü Zuichang, who was refining the medicinal powder, was startled by Zi Linling's speed. With a moment of distraction, an entire furnace of medicinal ingredients turned into ashes.
He shot Zi Linling a resentful glare and began to clear the residue from the Heavenly Fire Furnace.
On the referee's stand, Lü Bingcheng's eyelids twitched violently. He immediately had a bad feeling.
Despite his best efforts to comfort himself, the feeling grew stronger.
"What should I do? Should I activate the backup plan?"
Just as Lü Bingcheng was agonizing, Lü Zuichang had turned another furnace of medicinal ingredients into ashes.
It turned out that for an alchemist to refine pills, one needed a calm and collected mind, and their mental energy had to be highly concentrated.
However, Lü Zuichang was clearly still in a state of shock and resentment, his emotions fluctuating greatly, making it impossible for him to calm down.
Subsequently, he consecutively destroyed three more furnaces of medicinal ingredients, and his demeanor became increasingly agitated.
But the art of alchemy was such that the more agitated one became, the more mistakes they made, and the more mistakes they made, the more agitated they became, slowly falling into a vicious cycle.
Alchemy was an extremely costly profession.
It was fortunate that Lü Bingcheng, the president of the Alchemist Guild of Linxian City, served as Lü Zuichang's backer, providing him with a vast supply of medicinal ingredients.
Otherwise, no matter how wealthy Lü Zuichang was, he wouldn't be able to sustain such consumption.
But even so, after destroying nearly ten strains of medicinal ingredients, sweat began to appear on Lü Zuichang's back and forehead.
"Zuichang! Take a break and adjust your mindset!" Lü Bingcheng transmitted, shaking his head in disappointment.
"No! How could I be inferior to a mere wretch?"
Lü Zuichang, in a frenzy, threw another strain of medicinal ingredients into the Heavenly Fire Furnace.
But because his mindset had collapsed and his soul power was excessively depleted, the moment the medicinal ingredient was thrown in, it was immediately consumed by the flames and turned into ashes.
Lü Bingcheng wished he could jump onto the stage and beat this fool to death, but as one of the referees, such an action was simply not feasible.
He was so angry that he transmitted a barrage of curses: "Fool! What is the point of you doing this, other than bringing shame upon yourself?
You are currently impetuous, making the most basic mistake an alchemist can make. Not only do you not stop to correct yourself, but you double down on your mistakes and refuse to repent. With you like this, how can I possibly entrust you with the position of guild president?"
Lü Zuichang felt as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, chilling him from head to toe.
He had almost fallen into demonic possession just now!!
He shivered, filled with lingering fear.
He looked up and saw Zi Linling looking at him with a smiling face, but no matter how he looked at that smile, it seemed full of mockery.
"Wretch!"
Lü Zuichang cursed resentfully, then sealed his six senses once more.
If he didn't seal them, it would be impossible! With Zi Linling's sharp tongue, she could very well make him cough up more blood.
In fact, it was true.
Zi Linling was about to retort when she realized Lü Zuichang had sealed his six senses.
"Serves you right for being smart!"
"However, I'm still not as cheap as you!"
In the blink of an eye, another hour passed.
Lü Zuichang finally adjusted his mindset. He thought to himself, "Wretch, I won't fall for your tricks again!"
In his opinion, everything that had happened before was Zi Linling's stratagem.
But what he didn't know was that to deal with a brainless idiot like him, Zi Linling was too lazy to even bother using her brain.
Lü Zuichang verbally claimed he wouldn't fall for it, but when he opened his eyes and saw Zi Linling sitting leisurely there, drinking tea, his anger flared up.
It turned out that during the hour he was adjusting his mindset, Zi Linling hadn't been refining pills but had been watching him perform like a monkey.
"Little turtle, are you done adjusting?" Zi Linling asked playfully.
"Pfft!"
Lü Zuichang spat out a mouthful of blood.
It couldn't be blamed on him. Zi Linling had previously called him "Lü Zuichang" (pun on his name sounding like "long-mouthed donkey"), and now she called him "little turtle." It was no wonder he was furious.
"Little turtle, what are you doing? Relieving yourself in public again? I already said it's impolite. Oh well, turtles don't understand human etiquette, so it's understandable.
However, little turtle, don't say I'm bullying you. Everyone has seen that while you were sitting there like a stone, I didn't touch the pill furnace at all.
Sigh, I say, little turtle, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but your speed is just too slow! It's been a day and a night, and you still have dozens of medicinal ingredients left to refine. I'm truly worried about you!
Never mind, never mind. Given that you are a little turtle in name and in deed, I will reluctantly wait for you a bit longer.
Hurry up, or you'll lose face if you can't refine the Purple Sunflower Breaking Tribulation Pill in the end. Although, your turtle face isn't small to begin with!
Little turtle, why are you glaring at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
As Zi Linling spoke, a look of grievance appeared on her face.
The surrounding onlookers were already roaring with laughter.
Xuanyuan Zhe, in particular, couldn't straighten his back from laughing, letting out continuous "Oh my, oh my" sounds.
Nian Youyu and Feng Mo, being older, knew it was inappropriate to laugh in such a situation, so they tried their best to hold it in.
But their twitching corners of the mouth showed how hard they were struggling.
On the referee's stand, Lü Bingcheng's face turned green with anger. The other referees sitting with him were also struggling to suppress their laughter.
"Pfft!"
After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Lü Zuichang's eyes began to roll back.
"Hey, hey, hey! Little turtle, what are you doing? I didn't touch you, you can't falsely accuse me!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Little turtle, you can't faint! If you faint, you'll definitely lose this competition. Then you'll be in deep trouble, not only having to expel yourself from the Alchemist Guild but also being forbidden to set foot in the Alchemist Guild for life!"
"Hey, hey, hey, little turtle, if you directly give up the ghost, the old turtle will have to send off a black-haired child with white hair. Then, you unfilial descendant, even in death, you'll have your turtle shell stripped off by the King of Hell and be cast into the eighteenth level of hell to suffer!"
"Hey, hey, hey, little turtle..."
In the underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, who served the Lord of the Underworld, looked at each other, their eyes filled with hesitation.
As for what they were hesitating about, it was naturally whether to directly dispatch underworld emissaries to "save" that pitiful little turtle and, as the "Queen" had said, strip off its turtle shell and cast it into the eighteenth level of hell?
Let alone the dilemma of the Ten Kings of Hell, Lü Zuichang's fragile heart was directly blown apart by Zi Linling.
A breath was stuck in his throat, neither able to go up nor down, and he was on the verge of expiring.
"Enough!"
Lü Bingcheng's roar shook the entire arena.
His eyes blazed as he glared at Zi Linling and said, "You stinky girl, if Zuichang has any mishap, I'll make you pay for it with your life!"