Chapter 720 "The Lightning Strike of an Eighth Grade Pill (4)"

Due to the huge commotion of the rumbling in the sky, everyone within the vicinity had come out to see what's happening. To their horror like the first three, they're all looking up in shock at the crazy storm brewing in their view.

“This… this is an alchemic phenomenon created by someone refining an eight grade Dan pill!" One of the more experienced and knowledgeable alchemists explained after seeing the signs.

Slightly frowning, Chief Wu Wei turns to the person and asked: "Are you sure it's an alchemic phenomenon?"

“It should be… most likely…" The alchemist himself also sounded somewhat uncertain: "Years ago when Lord Bai from the Medicine Sect was making his breakthrough into the eighth level, he also produced a similar phenomenon. I happened to be pa.s.sing by the place so I managed to witness it firsthand. Its just that compared to the trial from back then, this one seems more powerful and more destructive."

“Then, would my son be in danger?" Jun Tian Yue (wife) asks with worry in her eyes.

“No,” the alchemist shakes his head, “I heard only the one making the pill would be effected by the danger and everyone else in the vicinity would be fine."

“Then what about Miss Bai Yan? She's only a Monarch Rank, would she be able to withstand an alchemic trial of such caliber?" the madam urgently asks, afraid for the worse.

“Uugh, this I'm not sure either. Back then when Lord Bai made his breakthrough the man was already at an extremely high level. The young lady is too fresh so I'm unable to discern the outcome." Heaving a long sigh, the alchemist shakes his head in disappointment at his own inability.

“Then what are the consequences if she fails?" biting her lower lip, the madam almost didn't want to know the answer.

She's not an alchemist so it's not all that surprising for her to not know the details. Besides, how many eighth grade alchemists are there? Aside from Bai Yan's grandfather and her s.h.i.+fus from the Holy Land, there are only a few other hermits hiding up in the mountains and such.

Stumbling for a safe answer, the alchemist decides to give the cold hard truth anyways: “The soul will be destroyed."

That's right, the consequences of not being able to resist the trial would be the destruction of their soul!

Faltering back and almost losing her balance, Jun Tian Yue's face immediately showed a layer of pain like someone just poured acid into her heart.

“This won't do, I must see the girl in person before I can be at ease."

“Wife, you mustn't be impulsive." Chief Wu Wei hurries to stop the woman, "If you rush in now then it will definitely effect the lady. Even if she wasn't in danger, she would be after your interruption."

Halting in her footstep, the madam unwillingly clenches her fist in frustration.

“Ha, eighth grade Dan pill?" Muzhen sneered sarcastically, "A twenty something girl can refine an eighth grade product? If she can do that then I'm a ninth grade alchemist, HAHAHA!"

That's it! Turning all of her rage and resentment into one single blow, the madam directly flings her fist right into the impudent old wench's face and sends her spinning into mid-air. Then as a finis.h.i.+ng blow before the b.i.t.c.h could land back down, she jumps right up to end it with a elbow slam that left a crackling small crater in its wake.

Puking blood from her mouth at a profuse rate, Muzhen looked up in dismay at her a.s.sailant. She never thought that with her status and power the other side would dare lay a hand on herself. This was especially true when there are so many people around themselves.

Likewise, the other members of the Misty Fairy House were looking over in stunned astonishment. In their view, the image of the madam was that of a virtuous wife who's both gentle and kind, never in their wildest dreams would they expect the woman to beat someone in open public.

Climbing up after much struggle, Muzhen makes a couple of heavy coughs before managing to regain her strength: “Madam, which part of what I said there is wrong? There's no way she could be an eighth grade alchemist, nor are those flashes from the storm cloud real lightning bolts!"

Gnas.h.i.+ng her teeth till it hurts, the old hag resented everything. From her own injury to the fact that she's being shamed before her peers, anything that so much as moves was within her range of fire.

What did that little s.l.u.t do to earn the chief and his wife's trust so much?

“Eh?” A voice suddenly cuts in from above, it's powerful and old of someone with experience in life. "It looks like I came just in time. To think there would be another out there who is about to break into the eighth grade of their alchemic profession. Looks like there will be another of my level very soon in this world."

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