Translator: Silavin A Pill Battle was extremely dangerous. Alchemy Masters, each with a noble status, were above ordinary people. Under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to have a Pill Battle with another. Unless, there was some deep seated hatred between them.
Translator: Silavin Watching Qin Yichen walk towards Mo Yun, the onlookers all showed puzzled expressions.
Translator: Silavin “It seems no one in the Li Family can stop Mo Yun now. That Xiao Licheng, at such a critical moment, he’s actually not here…”
Translator: Silavin “Challenge?” Qin Yichen was slightly stunned. He did not understand who would dare cause trouble for the Li Family.
Translator: Silavin Pill Furnaces came in various sizes, mainly depending on personal preference. However, the Pill Furnace in front of Qin Yichen was particularly small. Furthermore, its appearance was very ordinary. Coupled with a thick layer of dust on it, it looked even more unremarkable.
Translator: Silavin A sixteen-year-old boy, without condensing a Divine Soul Bead, refining a Third Grade Pill!
Translator: Silavin “Ouch…” His head directly struck the ground. The pain brought the dazed Qin Yichen back to his senses, a little. With the test official’s support, he could finally get up enough to sit down on a chair.
Translator: Silavin Pills were divided into the lowest grade… Ordinary Pills, generally used for ordinary Martial Artists.
