"Humph!"

"Competing with William in concocting the Spirit Pill? Even the outer sect Elders cannot concoct a better Spirit Pill than him. Currently, one-fifth of all the Spirit Pills in the outer sect are concocted by the hands of William. That kid is going to suffer a big loss."

"The kid probably doesn’t know that William has the Snow Lotus bloodline, which is capable of enhancing the end product of the Spirit Pill. The pills he concocts will definitely be refined to the micro-fine rank."

Many people discussed this in low voices.

The voices were very soft.

So Maxwell didn’t hear it.

Venerable Thomas’s mouth was at a slant while he revealed a cold smile.

As the master of William, he naturally knew what medicinal pill his disciple was best at.

Spirit Pill.

Most likely, there were fewer than five people in the whole Gold Immortal Sect who could concoct a better Spirit Pill than William. And since he also has the enhancing spiritual liquid in his grasp, wanting to lose would be a difficult thing.

This time...

Maxwell was going to lose, and he will lose in an extremely miserable manner. Those two were absolutely not comparable!

Right after, Venerable Thomas smiled smugly and said, "Don’t worry, Grand Elder, that kid will absolutely lose. And he will no longer have any more good reasons to stay."

Venerable Bjorn smiled satisfactorily and said, "Thomas, if you do a good job, you will have gained a huge merit for yourself. I will report this to the Sect Leader, and I’m sure he will reward you for it."

Venerable Thomas was ecstatic and immediately said some flattering words. "This was mostly due to Grand Elder’s credit, while I’m just adding flowers to the embroidery."

"Hahaha..."

Venerable Bjorn started laughing.

Maxwell made a please gesture and said, "You go ahead first."

William smiled in disdain. He walked forward and gently breathed out. He closed his eyes and forced out all distracting thoughts from his mind. When his focus entered the micro-fine rank, his eyes immediately shot open.

A black pill cauldron suddenly appeared in his hand.

And a natal flame appeared in the centre of his palm. With the circulation of this mana, the flame started rising higher.

At this moment...

William quickly selected the spiritual herbs to concoct the Spirit Pill. The placement of every herb was extremely accurate, and the deviation didn’t exceed one second.

The activation of his spiritual sense followed right after.

The mana at the centre of his palm fiercely gushed out and wrapped up the pill cauldron in its entirety. William’s brows formed a frown as an image of a snow lotus appeared above him. Mana that seemed to be nurtured by the world was added to it.

"Snow Lotus bloodline!"

"Hahaha... Senior William is truly a person from an alchemist family."

"There’s no need for that kid to concoct anything because he’s definitely going to lose. Who can beat senior William when it comes to concocting the Spirit Pill?"

The outer sect disciples were all filled with excitement.

Those martial artists participating in the Gold Immortal Sect’s assessment were all moved by this scene, and there wasn’t a single person who was not in shock.

Now, this is an immortal sect!

A mere outer sect disciple was a rank 9 Alchemist and had a bloodline related to a spiritual herb! These immortal sects are too strong!

The flames were getting more violent.

Cold sweat started appearing on William’s forehead. His gaze moved over to Maxwell and found that Maxwell wasn’t even looking at him, and was just looking down at the spiritual herbs on the table. William coldly chuckled internally and said to himself, "Kid, you’ll be crawling under my legs in just a bit."

"Boom!"

The flames in the centre of his palm sprayed out.

At this moment, his left hand started moving and poured in the spiritual liquid his master had given him.

A fragrant smell of mana mixed with spiritual herbs dispersed into the surrounding area. The medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs had already been brought to their peak existence by his rank 9 level.

"Form for me!"

Shouted William. The flames condensed from mana on his palm suddenly stopped, and some faint smoke started coming from the pill cauldron. The fragrant smell started pulling back and injected itself back into the medicinal pill.

William smiled excitedly and said, "It’s done!"

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Venerable Thomas was the first to start applauding and saying: "Good, good, good! We can say that it was a perfect display of pill concoction. His speed was two times faster than that of a typical rank 9 Alchemist. The medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs have been elevated to their peak, so this medicinal pill is very close to being perfect!

Even Venerable Thomas couldn’t help but start praising the results.

Applause rang out from the crowd while people started yelling praises.

Venerable Bjorn revealed a pleased smile as he was very satisfied with William’s performance.

"Not bad, not bad. Thomas, your disciple, will surely attain great accomplishments in the future."

"Being able to refine an ordinary Spirit Pill to the point of reaching the acme of perfection is truly a rare feat."

"That’s right. Sometimes, the most ordinary medicinal pill can be the hardest to perfect. The Spirit Pill might look simple, but wanting to refine it well requires one to reach extremely high attainments in alchemy. It’s very clear that this disciple, called Senior William’s attainment, is really not bad."

"Good for you, Senior William."

"Hahaha... I really want to see what that kid has to compete with our senior."

"Kid, just admit your defeat. Quickly crawl under his legs and then quickly scam out of here. This isn’t a place where trash like you should be staying."

In an instant...

The crowd in the training field was boiling over.

Words of ridicule were thrown out without reserve.

William had a smug expression on his face. He took out the medicinal pill from the cauldron and said, "Kid, you wish to compete with me? You simply don’t even have the qualifications to challenge me. This pill here is at a rank that you will never reach in your entire lifetime."

Very smug and very arrogant.

In his eyes, Maxwell didn’t even know how to concoct pills.

Even if Maxwell knew how to do it, there was no way Maxwell could surpass him.

This Spirit Pill was the best one he has ever concocted in the ten-plus years of experience.

Maxwell didn’t even look over at William and was still staring down at the spiritual herbs on the table. There were times when he looked like he was lost in thought, and there were times when he mumbled something that people near him couldn’t understand. He hadn’t even once looked over at William since the beginning.

Viktor, who was off to the side, spoke up and reminded: "Little brother, it’s your turn."

"Huh?"

Maxwell looked up and glanced over at William. "He’s finished with his concoction?"

"En!"

"It’s your turn now," Viktor said once again.

Maxwell smiled politely in return. He then looked over at Venerable Bjorn and asked, "Grand Elder, who’s going to judge the medicinal pill that we’ve concocted? In case the pill I’ve concocted is slightly better and you guys say it isn’t, then wouldn’t I be screwed over?"

Venerable Bjorn’s expression turned gloomy as he said: "Then who do you want to preside over this then?"

Maxwell replied with a smile: "We’ll have this Elder do it."

Maxwell looked over at Viktor.

Viktor was stunned by the development and looked over at the Grand Elder.

Venerable Thomas said unhappily, "What qualifications does he have to be the judge? His alchemy technique is only at rank 8, even lower than my disciple’s. He is obviously unqualified to be a judge."

Venerable Bjorn was too lazy to bother with any more of Maxwell’s nonsense and said, "We’ll do as you say. I really want to see what kind of waves you can cause."

"Thank you, Grand Elder."

After saying that...

Maxwell walked forward and brought out his Green Dragon Cauldron. His right hand moved, and a colourless flame surged out. Maxwell only selected a single main ingredient of the Spirit Pill. His brows quivered as he demonstrated his alchemy techniques.

Instantly...

The furnace started shaking and gave off a series of explosions.

Everyone started laughing. "Hahaha... he refined to the point of blowing up his cauldron."

Maxwell coldly scoffed while his right hand gently descended. Inside the pill cauldron was a black medicinal pill sitting there quietly. He then said with a faint smile: "I’m done."

Less than 10 seconds was used!

At this moment...

Everyone was staring at him.