The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1349 - 1350: The Fierce Tournament

"Win first place?"

Yang Rong displayed a look of shock. To him, there were too many powerful alchemists this time, achieving the top three would be good enough. Yet Ye Mo claimed he would definitely help them win first place.

"Alright, you should rest early too. Tomorrow is the elimination round."

After Ye Mo finished speaking, he closed his eyes, pretending to enter a state of cultivation. Once Yang Rong left, Ye Mo immediately entered the Genius Badge, starting days of rigorous training to refine his strength even further.

Woo woo woo woo!

Suddenly, the intense sound of a distant flute blew loud.

"The second day’s elimination round is about to start!"

Ye Mo’s expression turned serious, he directly emerged from the space within the Genius Badge.

Sound after sound of the flute echoed, stirring people’s blood, impassioned. All the alchemists of Dan City, whether they registered for the competition or not, began to gather, heading toward the plaza at the center of Dan City.

Today’s plaza was radically transformed compared to yesterday. Around the square, numerous grandstands had been erected, packed with seats.

A large crowd had already swarmed to the grandstands around the plaza.

Under the guidance of guards, Ye Mo and Yang Rong also entered the grandstands, surrounded entirely by the competitors.

"Yang Rong, how exactly are we competing later?"

Ye Mo asked curiously.

"Didn’t we all receive number tags? The match is to be selected randomly. Once picked, we’ll be transported to a special space; your opponent will appear in the same space, and then the two of you will compete in alchemy."

Yang Rong explained.

Ye Mo nodded, starting to scan around, discovering many hidden powerful auras among them. Members of the Wraith Clan and the Dead Soul Royal Family were also hidden within. Clearly, this competition has attracted considerable attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Pill Saint, you are all the finest alchemists of Wraith Land. This grand alchemy competition will offer extraordinary prizes, provided you can emerge from tens of thousands of alchemists."

Swoosh!

As this voice fell, the scene became explosive once more. Pill Saint had indeed arrived; they looked around, but no matter how they searched, they couldn’t find Pill Saint.

"This Pill Saint is not physically present, hiding in space, but his cultivation is indeed formidable, probably reaching the level of Divine Venerable Six Souls."

Ye Mo’s mind stirred, immediately casting his gaze towards a spot in the air. With the Eye of the Divine Beast, he sensed subtle fluctuations in space, and not just from one person.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the alchemy competition hosted by Dan Clan officially begins now!"

Pill Saint’s voice resonated again, stirring the entire plaza with excitement.

Soon, the plaza fell into a solemn quiet. All the competing alchemists knew that the hundred-to-one elimination round was officially starting.

Afterward, Ye Mo saw the number tags of some neighboring alchemists start to emit light and then disappear from their original positions.

"Ye Xiao, the competition has started!"

Yang Rong was also a bit nervous. It was her first time participating in an alchemy competition, competing against so many alchemists. If she faced a formidable alchemist right off, wouldn’t she be out of luck?

"Yes!"

Ye Mo nodded, moments later feeling his number tag begin to emit light, followed by a powerful spatial force enveloping his body. Ye Mo did not resist.

In an instant, space changed, and Ye Mo found himself in a void space. In front of him appeared a seemingly young man, who should be his opponent.

"Alchemist No. 2000 versus Alchemist No. 5001, you are competing in refining eighth-grade elixir, Divine Emperor Thunderbolt Pill, judged by the success rate and purity. The winner advances directly."

Suddenly, space resonated with an elderly voice, followed by two sets of materials for refining the Divine Emperor Thunderbolt Pill floating before them, one for each; with such quantity, one set could refine a hundred pills.

"Didn’t expect it would be my specialty, Divine Emperor Thunderbolt Pill."

Upon hearing, the young man showed a happy expression, followed by a cold arrogance, looking at Ye Mo: "You should concede voluntarily, lest you waste herbs. You can’t possibly beat me."

"I think you’re the one wasting herbs?"

Ye Mo retorted coldly. Without further words, he immediately brought out the Terrestrial Fiend Furnace, grabbed the herbs and threw them into the furnace, beginning to refine.

Seeing the pill furnace Ye Mo took out, the young man was shocked too. The quality of a pill furnace was evident at a glance, so he dared not be careless, starting his refinement.

Half a burning incense’s worth of time passed, the two finished refining almost simultaneously. Ye Mo took out a hundred Divine Emperor Thunderbolt Pills, and this time, he didn’t fully unleash the Tomb Dragon Power but ensured the purity reached seventy-five percent.

Each took out the hundred pills they refined; at a glance, Ye Mo’s Divine Emperor Thunderbolt Pills clearly surpassed the other in both color and quality.

Instantly, a voice sounded in space: "No. 2000, Ye Xiao wins."

At that moment, the young man’s token shattered instantly, with the token’s rupture directly ejecting him from space.

Ye Mo knew he was about to face the second matchup, continuously fighting to the final round; for Ye Mo, this competition held no real significance. If not fearing alarming everyone, he could directly refine supreme elixir, making him unbeatable.

Space was empty, Ye Mo sat cross-legged immediately, sensing numerous mental probes coming toward him, though Ye Mo’s thoughts remained unperturbed.

He couldn’t discern whose minds they were but surely figures who reached Divine Venerable Six Souls, seeing every part of the competition clearly.

Just as Ye Mo anticipated, Dan Clan’s dignitaries and Pill Saint all hid in the void.

"The first-round results are out."

At this moment, a voice resonated in the void.

"Pill Demon successor’s ninth-grade elixir purity reached eighty-five percent, nearly enough to form markings, while Pill Saint successor’s ninth-grade elixir purity reached eighty-three percent. There are a hundred whose purity exceeded seventy percent."

Hearing the result, Dan Dongfeng chuckled: "Seems this year’s level is high; a hundred alchemists could refine ninth-grade elixir purity over seventy percent."

"Pill Saint, your disciple seems slightly inferior to Pill Demon successor."

Another elder of Dan Clan remarked.

"Only eighty-five percent, hasn’t reached the level of supreme. My disciple can refine supreme elixirs."

Pill Saint gave a disdainful laugh: "However, Pill Demon successor indeed is a genius. In terms of genuine prowess, the champion of the alchemy competition is no doubt my disciple."

Pill Saint was alluding to something deeper when referencing genuine prowess.

"Pill Saint, such words should not be spoken absolutely."

Another elder of Dan Clan chuckled lightly, saying: "Alchemy also requires some luck. Even if your disciple can refine supreme elixirs, the success rate isn’t a hundred percent. Our Dan Clan’s Dan Chenzi once refined supreme elixirs."