Chat Groups in the Immortal Realm

1The Formation Spirit suddenly appeared and swept its gaze over twenty people. "The third stage's test is to refine pills, there is no absolute standard. If you can refine pills, I will be the judge."    

    

"What?"    

    

"Holy sh * t, you must be joking right?" Pill forging? "    

    

"Formation Spirit, are you related to the Master Ann? That's bullsh * t, we wasted our energy and came here not to compete with a pill refining genius."    

    

"That's right, Ann Sudong is a Grade Eight Alchemist, we... "We are not even apothecaries yet!"    

    

Cultivators and apothecaries were two completely different concepts.    

    

Apothecaries had even more stringent requirements. It wasn't that one could become an alchemist just by becoming a cultivator.    

    

In an instant, nineteen out of the twenty people gave up.    

    

They didn't know how to refine pills, so why fight over it? They couldn't just use a bunch of herbs to make pills, could they? Could those even be counted as pills?    

    

The Formation Spirit looked at Ann Sudong, "I forgot, you're a pill refiner, you're really lucky this round."    

    

"Lucky enough indeed." Ann Sudong scratched his head and laughed.    

    

The Formation Spirit thought for a moment, then said: "Even if you are the only one participating, the pills you refine will still be ineffective. There will be no rewards."    

    

Are you looking down on a grade-8 apothecary?    

    

"Then let's begin." Ann Sudong was already impatient from waiting, what did he expect the last prize to be?    

    

What was dramatic was that someone else had followed, but what was even more dramatic was that everyone had given up.    

    

Now, he didn't have a single competitor. Instead, he was the one competing with himself.    

    

"Ann Sudong, I hope you won't be too arrogant. If you don't pass, I won't give you a reward." The Formation Spirit was not satisfied with Ann Sudong's arrogant attitude.    

    

Ann Sudong laughed out loud, "The hall in front should be a pill refining place, right? "Then I'll go in."    

    

Saying that, his figure blurred and he appeared before the doors of the hall. Pushing the door open, he entered a pill refining room. The four walls were filled with countless shelves filled with all kinds of precious medicinal herbs.    

    

He tried sensing it. Holy shit! The Spiritual Sense was pulled out again.    

    

Ann Sudong could not help but cry out, but it was a pity that there were a lot of medicinal ingredients here. He originally thought that he had walked in, but he did not expect that when he passed through that door, only Spiritual Sense had entered.    

    

If he took some of them with him, he would have made a windfall.    

    

In here, you don't have to worry about the issue of the temperature of the flame during the process of refining a pill. Whatever materials you want, just take them off the shelf. Formation Spirit appeared at the door.    

    

Ann Sudong nodded his head, and could not help but ask: "What level of pills do I need to create to pass the examination?"    

    

The Formation Spirit paused for a moment, and then said: "For our competition, there is a limit to refining pills. According to age, you should be in your twenties. As long as you are able to refine a finished product of the Fifth Grade Pills.    

    

"How much?"    

    

"Fifth Rank!"    

    

"Tch!"    

    

Ann Sudong rolled his eyes in a flash, "Why didn't you say so earlier, as long as the Fifth Grade Pills s are fine.    

    

How arrogant.    

    

The corner of the Formation Spirit's mouth twitched a few times. Being able to refine Fifth Grade Pills s in his twenties was already considered a genius, and if he was even slightly more talented, it would be at the sixth or seventh rank.    

    

The rule was like this, because he no longer had any competitors, refining a Fifth Grade Pills was enough.    

    

Ann Sudong did not care if the Formation Spirit was shocked or not, it had already started concocting pills, with both of his hands moving about fluidly, selecting, cleaning, purifying, and finally concocting pills. The entire process was smooth.    

    

The Formation Spirit was dumbstruck. It couldn't understand how there could be such a monster in this world.    

    

Her talent in cultivation was astonishing, and she had obtained outstanding attainments in formations. Finally, on the Tao of Pill, it was even more breathtaking. In these several hundred thousand years, this was the first time she had seen such a comprehensive person.    

    

Ann Sudong chose to refine a Eighth Grade Medicinal Pill, not because he would lose easily. Since there was no opponent for him, he himself was his opponent. Coincidentally, there were all sorts of herbs here, it was really a pity to not refine a Eighth Grade Medicinal Pill.    

    

The Eighth Grade Medicinal Pill's refinement process required quite a bit of time, nearly three days. Only after three days had passed did Ann Sudong finally stop, and at the same time, he felt a sense of exhaustion.    

    

Although refining Eighth Grade Medicinal Pill would take a long time, for the current Ann Sudong, it was not as taxing as the first time. It was a lot better.    

    

The Formation Spirit saw that it had not formed a pill yet, and all of this was just an illusion. It had undergone changes within its array, so it had seen clearly Ann Sudong's every step in refining the pellet.    

    

"Here, here!"    

    

The Formation Spirit casually threw a jade slip to him, "This is your reward. A portion of luck method, not a very precious thing, might be thrown on the ground, and cultivators do not care to pick it up, but it is compatible with the Heavenly King's Tyrant Body Spell. Adding it together, it is extremely precious."    

    

Ann Sudong anxiously caught it and placed it on his forehead. Adding this technique, the Heavenly King's Tyrant Body Spell was considered complete.    

    

"This is only the most basic reward, you don't have to be happy, what I'm going to say is what you should be happy about. You have already passed the trial of the Flying Illusion Realm, so tell me, are you willing to become an inner disciple of the Flying Illusion Realm?" The Formation Spirit suddenly asked.    

    

"There's no rush. Let my Spiritual Sense return to your body first and I'll show you something. Don't tell anyone else, and even more so, don't reveal it." Ann Sudong said mysteriously.    

    

"Tch!"    

    

The Formation Spirit curled its lips. It did not think that Ann Sudong could take out anything good, but it had made it seem very mysterious.    

    

"Hurry up." Ann Sudong urged.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

The Formation Spirit glanced at him, and with a raise of its hand, Ann Sudong's Spiritual Sense returned to his body.    

    

"Speak, what is it?"    

    

When Ann Sudong opened his eyes, the Formation Spirit was standing at the entrance of the hall.    

    

"Look at what this is." Ann Sudong took out a golden key from his storage bag and showed it to the Formation Spirit.    

    

"Hmm? the key to the Flying Heaven Palace? " The Formation Spirit looked shocked, "You have the key to the Flying Heaven Palace, why didn't you take it out earlier?"    

    

"I already took out my key, so how can I participate in these tests? You can even get Heavenly King's Tyrant Body Spell? " Ann Sudong asked.    

    

"You really are …"    

    

The Formation Spirit was speechless, then suddenly laughed gloatingly: "I have seen this Flying Heaven Palace key a few times, and you are not the first one to come to me with the key. Almost all of the treasures inside were taken, and only two items are left."    

    

"Damn, it can't be, right?"