Deacon Hua looked at Chen Feng and admired his courage.
In the Alchemist Association, the Zhang family has always been high and mighty, especially the direct descendants of the Zhang family, who are treated like princes and grandchildren of the emperor, and are worshipped and praised by everyone. Few people dare to contradict them, let alone make a big fuss against them.
Chen Feng is a smart man, he definitely understands the consequences. But he still did it in the end, which only shows that Chen Feng has the courage and pride that others don't have.
"Chen Feng, just do your best for a while. If you make a mistake in the middle, don't let your performance be affected for the sake of face. Make sure the pill refining fails!" Deacon Hua reminded Chen Feng softly.
Chen Feng nodded to show that he understood.
Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, five or six hours had passed, and the sky outside gradually darkened. However, as immortal cultivators, they had no concept of day and night. These five or six hours were just a matter of a snap of the fingers for them.
Gradually, alchemists walked into the gate one by one to take the test. Many of them failed the test for various reasons, but some chose to pass. Among these people, there were very few who scored above four stars, only Zhang Bishu and another alchemist, and as for Liu Cungao, he still chose to fail. After all, failing to get a four-star rating means a bleak future. He is still young and has some time to work hard for a four-star rating.
Just like that, it was finally Chen Feng's turn to take the assessment.
"Chen Feng, don't let yourself fail the test." The moment Chen Feng entered the gate, Zhang Mingjie suddenly shouted sarcastically.
Chen Feng ignored him and entered the gate. He understood that Zhang Mingjie's words were actually malicious. If Chen Feng cared about his reputation and listened to him, he would still choose to refine the pill even if there were some small mistakes during the refining process that affected his grades. In that case, Chen Feng's grades would definitely not be high, and Zhang Mingjie would have cut off Chen Feng's future in disguise.
However, would Chen Feng change his path just because of a few provocations and instigations from others
After entering the door, there is a huge room filled with fire element. If an alchemist can make elixirs in such a place, he can definitely exert his full power.
"Come and tell me your name!" A majestic voice came. Chen Feng looked over and saw four level five alchemists sitting on a high platform deep in the room. Judging from their age, they were obviously not young anymore, but their eyes were shining with wisdom.
"Hello, four seniors." Chen Feng said respectfully: "My name is Chen Feng, from the Luoye City Alchemist Branch."
"Oh? So you're an alchemist from the Alchemist Branch. How rare." Unexpectedly, the four old men did not show disdain and contempt like the alchemists outside. Instead, they looked at Chen Feng with interest and said, "To be discovered from the branch, his talent must be extraordinary."
"Chen Feng, I believe you already know the rules of the assessment, right?" an old man asked in a gentle voice.
"Junior knows." Chen Feng answered truthfully.
"Well, okay, then let me test your knowledge of alchemy first!" A bald old man spoke in an old voice.
This person seems to be the leader of these four.
The assessment of the fifth-level alchemist is divided into two aspects. The first is to test theoretical insights. The second is to refine the corresponding elixir.
The bald old man's question was quite standard. Chen Feng thought about it and then stated his opinion.
The four old men listened with indifferent expressions at first, but as Chen Feng's statement became more and more in-depth, surprise appeared in their eyes. In the end, they were all immersed in Chen Feng's narration.
"I never thought that a young man like you would have such insightful views. In many aspects, even we old guys have to admit defeat. If you don't have enough understanding of the Dao of Alchemy, you definitely can't come up with these insights." The bald old man shook his head and said, "Chen Feng, we will consider you to have passed this level with a high score."
"Thank you for your kindness, seniors." Chen Feng said gratefully, but there was no pride in his heart. Compared with alchemy, Chen Feng's theory of alchemy is obviously a step further! Whether it is the alchemy insights from "Heavenly Alchemy Records" or the alchemy insights from Taiqing Daode Tianzun, or the alchemy experience from the inheritance of the Demon Lord's Tomb, Chen Feng's understanding of alchemy far exceeds that of his peers, and even much better than the alchemists of the older generation. This time, Chen Feng still had some reservations, otherwise, the feeling he gave to these four old men was not just as simple as surprise.
"You have passed the stage of alchemy theory. Next, we will test your alchemy skills." The bald old man said kindly: "Chen Feng, the best Jinni can do is to refine a pill of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal level. As long as you succeed, we will declare you passed the test. However, we will also determine your score based on all the details of your alchemy. Therefore, if you are not satisfied with your alchemy process, you can take the initiative to fail and come back for the test one month later."
Chen Feng nodded, with a flash of gratitude in his eyes. Before he came in, Deacon Hua repeatedly reminded him that the examiners inside were very strict. But since he came in, these people have been very kind to him, even taking good care of him, and not as strict as Deacon Hua said.
"Here are your materials!" The bald old man pointed. Chen Feng looked in the direction of the bald old man's finger and saw that there were many grids on the wall, and many spiritual medicines were placed on each grid. However, without exception, there was no introduction to the spiritual medicines around them. If you want to choose the right spiritual medicine, you have to rely on your own mastery of spiritual medicines.
"Chen Feng, you can freely choose the spiritual medicine and then start refining it," the bald old man said, and then he fell completely silent. However, his eyes were fixed on Chen Feng's every move.
Chen Feng thought about it, then walked to the wall. Just as he was about to take the elixir, he heard a cold shout: "Wait!"
Chen Feng's movements suddenly froze. In this shout, Chen Feng felt a strong pressure. This person was at least a Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal.
"Why is this?" The bald old man said to the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared with an unhappy look on his face.
"As a deacon, I have the right to change the assessment content of the alchemist during my duty hours." The middle-aged man said calmly.
The bald old man looked at the middle-aged man with complicated eyes, and finally said, "He does have the right." After that, he and the other three judges around him shut their mouths and stopped talking.
"Chen Feng, if you don't want to lose face, admit that you have failed in refining and get out now!" The middle-aged man looked at Chen Feng with a smile, his eyes full of amusement.