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Chapter Twenty-One

Chen Xuejian's result surprised Zheng Wei and others, because this did not conform to the general logic of alchemy.
According to general rules, the better the refining materials, the less time it takes. For example, in this exam, only Tang Jiaheng and Xia Anjun who completed the first are excellent, and those who completed the later can only achieve good results.
Chen Xuejian only completed it almost when it was about to end, and logically speaking, it is impossible to achieve excellence.
But things happened like this. After the teacher who came to evaluate nodded to Xie Feihong again, the result of the matter was decided.
The students looked at Chen Xuejian with a little surprise. After all, judging from the situation this month, although this student was very enthusiastic in class, he was indeed a lot of people. His orthodox alchemy scores have been mediocre. Today, he entered the top three, which is really strange.
Chen Xuejian looked calm, but sighed in his heart that he had made the wrong choice. But after this, he could clearly understand the level definition of the intelligent immortal cultivation system.
The five basic skills of alchemy are the easiest to refine materials, but many people here become monks halfway through the journey, and their learning time is limited, so their abilities will naturally not be as good as that.
Even though it was just the first level of test, half of the people were eliminated, leaving only more than one hundred people.
The second round: fusion of medicine and liquid.
After spending 50 yuan in crystal stones in pain, Chen Xuejian decisively chose Level 3 for two hours.
The fusion of medicinal liquids is not just about mixing these refined things together. It is similar to making cocktails. The order and amount of each seasoning must be well grasped, otherwise you will not get what you want. However, the fusion of medicinal liquids is much more complicated than the fusion of cocktails.
With the Northern Light System, nothing can be worryed about. Chen Xuejian is more observing the process of fusion of medicine and liquids and the manipulation of flames.
When he first used his true energy to generate flames from the alchemy furnace, he had a very subtle connection with these flames. He felt that these flames seemed to have become part of his body and could be manipulated to increase or decrease.
However, this kind of control is very weak, and it seems that there are only two gears: the largest and the smallest.
After paying the fifty-energy flame control fee, this connection changed tremendously. The induction of those flames and one's own seems to be the same as their hands and feet. The gears instantly increased by hundreds or thousands, and you can do as much as you want.
But he really didn't know how to refine alchemy, so he handed over the control to the Northern Lights system, and he just watched and learned.
The fusion of the medicine liquid is much more difficult than refining the material. Even the two talented people took nearly an hour and a half, and they were all excellent.
The fifth grade of this kind of outstanding disciple of aristocratic family has been their basic requirement for refining the lowest level of blood and energy pills.
Three hours later, the second round ended. Those who passed the first round had some skills, but the elimination rate in this round was lower. Only more than 20 people were gone, leaving eighty or ninety.
Chen Xuejian's results this time were as expected and successfully met the standards. Such results made Zheng Wei, who was standing by, breathe a sigh of relief and his face looked much better.
The third round: sublimation of essence.
Sublimate the essence in the medicine liquid and turn it into a real elixir. This process is like firing ceramics. A well-fused medicine liquid is a ceramic blank. If it cannot be made into porcelain by flame, it will only be a clay sculpture.
From clay sculpture to porcelain, this process is the sublimation of essence.
Chen Xuejian was about to choose Level 3 as before, but suddenly looked at the side. Zheng Wei was looking in his direction. When he saw him looking over, he immediately turned his gaze away.
After a moment of emotion, Chen Xuejian chose Level 4 and chose half an hour at the same time.
The flames were like an elves dancing in the alchemy furnace, gently embracing the fusion of medicine, gradually forming, turning into a pill.
Half an hour later, the fog suddenly began to rise, attracting the attention of many people in an instant.
"So fast!"
The same idea flashed through many people's minds. Although the Qi Recovery Pill is simple, it is still difficult for these new students, especially in terms of time.
Even famous geniuses like Tang Jiaheng and Xia Anjun, it will take five or six hours, or even a whole day to refine a high-quality regeneration pill.
The five basic skills of alchemy, except for the basic skills of flame control that runs from beginning to end, the rest should take more time than each one.
This guy who did not perform particularly well in the first two rounds was so fast in this round, which was really surprising.
"Maybe the sublimation of the essence failed!"
Some senior students speculated that in half an hour, most of them could not do it.
Just as everyone was speculating, the evaluation teacher gave the result: "Chen Xuejian, his spirit is sublimated and excellent!"
"How is that possible!"
In an instant, the entire Dantang Villa seemed to be blown up, and everyone couldn't help but ask in surprise.
Xie Feihong was also surprised. He came over to check in person. After confirming that, he praised Chen Xuejian and nodded: "Okay, very good!"
No one had any objections to the appraisal of the head teacher. For a moment, everyone's attention was no longer focused on Xia Anjun and Tang Jiaheng.
"Impossible, how could it be...Impossible..."
Zheng Wei, who was standing beside him, was filled with hearts, and he kept repeating these words in his mind, and his chest felt ache, as if he was about to suffocate.
He has always liked to bully the weak, and he is vicious and cruel, and he is happy to see people's painful faces. Once he locks in the target, he will step on the other party into the mud pit and cannot turn over.
Although he was not as good as those nobles in the family, he still felt extremely superior in his heart when facing the beggar Chen Xuejian.
Now the other party has done something that he can't do even himself, which is difficult to accept.
That almost jealous emotion was like a poisonous snake, constantly chewing on the soul, extremely uncomfortable and unable to stop.
"One hour!"
At this time, the patrol teacher gave a warning that one-third of the time had passed.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Zheng Wei came to his senses. Exams were the priority and wanted to calm himself down, but some things were not something that could be stopped just by stopping. Especially after seeing Chen Xuejian on the side sucking a chair and sitting down, holding his cheek with one hand and dozing off. His face was full of boredom, the flame that had finally been suppressed in his heart rushed up again.
The thoughts in my heart were rushing, unable to control myself, and even the flames were difficult to control, and began to shake.
"Two hours!"
The patrol teacher warned again, but this warning not only did not calm Zheng Wei, but instead made all kinds of thoughts in his mind even more intense, and even began to feel that he could not complete this round of test.
The more he was afraid of, the more he came, especially when Chen Xuejian was sleeping on the table and the snoring sound came, his mood was completely distracted.
"Impossible, how could this waste be so fast? Still excellent..."
"I can't lose to the waste..."
"Why is this waste so arrogant..."
“…”
It is difficult to calm down and even start to breathe rapidly.
"Three hours! The second round is over!"
When the patrol teacher warned for the third time, he heard a "clang" sound, and the bronze alchemy furnace in Zheng Wei's hand fell on the table, and a pill rolled out.
Zheng Wei's face was ashes, and the stone bead-like thing had already announced the result.
Chapter completed!
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