The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Some of the disciples began to whisper amongst themselves, discussing the candidates they had chosen.

"I feel that senior brother Zhao Kan will be the first one to complete the alchemy competition."

"I think that Senior He Jianzhi might be the first one to finish it."

"In our generation, the person who is the most proficient in alchemy should be Senior Brother Qin Ao."

"That's because Senior Brother Gu Yinglong did not participate in the alchemy competition. Otherwise, Senior Brother Gu would have been the first to complete it."

"There's no need to speak any further, Senior Brother Xue is the number one genius of East of the Sea Area."

"I'll be able to see Senior Xue during the competition.

"That's right!" Every time I see Senior Xue, I will train even more diligently. "

Everyone in the Heavenly Book City also heard a few words like this from time to time. But no one cared, they only cared about Feng Ting and Hu Jingfei. These two represented the Heavenly Book City, and also represented them.

At this time, a strand of black smoke appeared in one of the medicinal cauldrons. It was the phenomenon of all the medicinal ingredients being burnt to ashes.

The disciple raised his hand and said to the sky, "Number 44, give up the competition."

"Let's go."

The middle-aged man in the sky coldly shouted.

Another strand of black smoke rose as another person failed. This person was not dressed as a disciple of Qi Cang Sect but in a golden gown, obviously the young master of the Wealthy family.

"Number 145, forfeit the match."

"Let's go."

The second man left the square.

Sometimes, failure can be contagious, especially in a situation where mistakes are not allowed.

"# 97, forfeit the match."

"Two hundred and one, give up the match."

Then a third, a fourth, a fifth …

It was not surprising that people were leaving one after another. Because the rules for this competition were too high, nine different herbs, one inner pill, and one refined medicine. To refine such a simple material, it might not be too difficult to create a single Spirit Pill. But to refine more than one Spirit Pill at the same time, that was simply too difficult.

With such high requirements and such a complicated refining process, the chances of failure were naturally higher.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed and more than sixty people had failed. This was actually a pretty good ratio. At the very least, the disciples that came to watch the show believed that they would definitely fail if they were to go up.

"Dan Cheng."

Suddenly, between the thousands of cauldrons, someone raised his hand. In his hand, there were a few Spirit Pill that were filled with spirit energy. Under the sunlight, these Spirit Pill were exceptionally dazzling.

Almost everyone was attracted by that hand.

It was the martial arts youth!

Everyone was surprised to see that handsome and indifferent face. Actually, everyone had been waiting for this youth to fail, but they never thought that he would actually be the first one to finish refining the pill. Was the Spirit Pill in his hands actually Spirit Pill s?

The middle-aged man floating in the air was also surprised. He shouted, "Bring it up."

"Yes."

The disciples in charge of maintaining the scene immediately rushed over, and took the Spirit Pill s from Feng Ting's hands, and threw them into the middle aged man's hands.

When the middle-aged man took a look at it, his complexion greatly changed, and the shock in his eyes was very obvious. It was actually six Spirit Pill, and judging from their quality, there were five of them that were middle ranked, and one that was high ranked.

He looked at the Spirit Pill, then looked at Feng Ting who was standing beside the medicine cauldron and announced loudly, "Number 999, success rate: six pellets, five middle quality pellets, one upper quality pellet."

"Hua —!"

At this moment, regardless of whether it was the spectators or the disciples who were fighting, everyone's heart was in turmoil.

Nine types of simple medicinal herbs, each with a weight of only one tael, plus a first level Demonic Beast, plus a refined medicine fire dan, he actually refined five middle level Spirit Pill, and a high level Spirit Pill. This was simply unimaginable.

When the people of Heavenly Book City saw this scene, their hearts surged. They had expected Feng Ting to do something, but they never expected it to be so breathtaking.

"Swish."

At this time, a grey shadow flew over and stopped in front of the middle-aged man, snatching the six Spirit Pill s from his hands.

"Greetings, Elder Jiang."

The middle-aged man floated in the air and bowed respectfully.

The old man who was called Elder Jiang did not even look at the middle-aged man. His gaze was fixated on the six Spirit Pill s. His aged face froze, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Everyone in the Heavenly Book City saw that this Elder Jiang was the last elder to treat Shangguan Yuanhang, Nie Zhan and Zu She. He was actually an elder of the Qi Cang Sect.

At this time, that Elder Jiang descended and stood in front of Feng Ting. His pair of aged eyes stared fixedly at Feng Ting, as if he wanted to see through Feng Ting completely. If an ordinary person were to meet such a gaze, they would probably be greatly shocked. But Feng Ting did not, he had only calmly looked into Elder Jiang's eyes.

"Did you refine these six Spirit Pill?" Elder Jiang's tone was extremely solemn.

"Yes."

"Why did you think of refining these six Spirit Pill?" Elder Jiang asked.

Feng Ting thought for a moment, then said: "I've seen a medicine manual that just happened to have the refining methods of these six Spirit Pill, I just tried it, I didn't expect it to succeed." Actually, he could refine three more Spirit Pill, but that would be too crazy and would be suspected by others. Thus, he concocted three less. He felt that six would be enough to defeat everyone.

Elder Jiang looked at Feng Ting and asked with a heavy tone. "You are martial cultivator?"

"Yes."

"You are from the Heavenly Book City?"

"Yes."

Feng Ting felt that these six Spirit Pill had shocked this Elder Jiang. He regretted it a little.

"You should have won." Elder Jiang said silently.

"I'm a bit tired. I want to go back and wait for the results, okay?" Feng Ting asked.

"Alright, go back." Elder Jiang nodded.

"Thank you, Elder Jiang." After Feng Ting expressed his thanks, he walked towards the forest outside the plaza.

Elder Jiang stood there and looked at Feng Ting's back, his heart was filled with shock. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that a young cultivator would have such high talent for alchemy. Even if he were to personally use these nine types of medicinal ingredients to refine Spirit Pill, he would only be able to refine six types of mid-grade Spirit Pill, and he would absolutely not be able to refine high-grade Spirit Pill.

Because Feng Ting was the first one to finish refining the pill, Feng Ting's departure seemed to be extremely special. Everyone's gaze fell on him, as if they had seen a person they had never seen before.

His handsome figure crossed the square and entered the woods. When he arrived in front of the people of Heavenly Book City, he looked at their astonished and happy expressions, and laughed: "The result is not out yet, but it does not mean that I have won."

Han Zhiju immediately said: "You are the first to complete it, no matter what the final result is, you have already won beautifully."

"Senior Martial Brother Han, your words are a bit too exaggerated." Feng Ting laughed.

Hong Ben's majestic body walked over and said domineeringly: "You are the martial cultivator, and they are all Spirit Cultivator. You have finished refining the medicine, but they are still busy, and you have already won. Furthermore, even if they were able to complete it, they might not necessarily be able to defeat you. "

Actually, Feng Ting was very sure right now that no one could defeat him, but he still said with a smile, "It's better if we don't draw a conclusion first."

"I dare to come to a conclusion right now, you will definitely win." Hong Ben said in a domineering tone.

The surrounding disciples of the Qi Cang Sect all looked over, their eyes filled with a strange light. In their hearts, this was the Qi Cang Sect, their territory. Even if this youth revealed some innate talent, he shouldn't be so arrogant.

Feng Ting also caught sight of the hateful stares from the crowd. He frowned and said: "Don't say anymore."

"I …"

Hong Ben wanted to continue but was pulled back by Hu Gaoxuan, directly pulling him behind. The two of them had lived together for many days, their relationship was already very good, so Hong Ben did not get angry.

Feng Ting did not want to leave immediately, because Hu Jingfei was still refining the pill. They were all people that came from the Heavenly Book City, so he wanted to wait for Hu Jingfei.

Everyone understood Feng Ting's meaning and stood still to wait.

Then, one after another, people stopped refining the Spirit Pill and handed it over. Perhaps because more and more people had handed in their Spirit Pill, the middle-aged man no longer read out the numbers and quality of the Spirit Pill.

Those who had just finished refining the pill would look in Feng Ting's direction, the emotions in their eyes clearly mixed.

Finally, Hu Jingfei also finished refining the and handed it over to the rest. Then, she headed towards the direction of Heavenly Book City. Her beautiful face was clearly showing her deep exhaustion.

But when she arrived in front of everyone, she still said a few words of thanks and congratulated Feng Ting.

Everyone could tell that Hu Jingfei's performance wasn't too good, so they didn't ask her.

Everyone got into the car and followed the wide mountain road down the mountain.

Other than them, many other disciples of the Qi Cang Sect had also left by car, and there were many Golden Scaled Carriage flying on the mountain road.

After reaching the Yuntai Peak, he headed north.

Compared to when they first arrived, everyone felt much more relaxed. No matter what, Feng Ting had earned a breath of relief for the Heavenly Book City.

When they returned, it was obvious that they had sped up. A little more than an hour later, the carriage arrived at the mountain peak where the functional hall was.

The dozens of courtyards on the top of the mountain were still the same. The people in each courtyard should still be the same people. However, everyone felt that there was a change. These courtyards no longer seemed so tall and mysterious.

Some of the disciples of the functional hall also came back with them, as they felt that the carriage was no longer as mighty and domineering as it was before.

The nine horse carriages entered the desolate courtyard again. Seeing Shangguan Yuanhang, Zu She and Nie Zhan's followers and carriages, everyone could not help but feel a little dejected. The life and death of the three of them were unknown, but they did not see Feng Ting's elegance, so everyone felt pity for the three of them.

The carriage stopped and everyone alighted from the carriage.

At this time, everyone congratulated Feng Ting once again. Although no one was an alchemist expert, they knew that Feng Ting's result was already an unbelievable result. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left Elder Jiang dumbstruck.