Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

The fires in the alchemical furnaces were lit, and the two began the intricate process of potion-making.

Lin Chen took a deep breath and followed the steps given by Xiao Shuai, tossing a few twig-like herbs into the pill cauldron.

As the medicinal ingredients were added, Lin Chen's hand gently patted the pill cauldron, controlling the temperature of the faint yellow flames as they roasted the twigs.

At the same time, Fang Zhantang also placed the twigs into the fire.

Fwoosh!

As soon as the withered spiritual roots were tossed into the furnace, they were immediately consumed by the intense flames.

At this moment, Wang Chen's eyes gleamed. No wonder Lin Chen used ordinary fire; the withered spiritual root naturally feared flame, and using a higher-grade fire would have easily burned it.

Fang Zhantang finally noticed the issue as well, and couldn't help but glance at Lin Chen with a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

"Could it be that this guy knew all along that the withered spiritual root couldn't be roasted with flames?"

At this moment, Lin Chen was acting very skillfully. He methodically added one ingredient after another into the pill cauldron, his movements flowing like water, clearly a master of alchemy.

Seeing Lin Chen's actions, Fang Zhantang's face changed slightly. Damn, he fell for it—this kid is actually an alchemy expert.

However, just then, Lin Chen's expression subtly changed.

A sizzling sound was heard, and a burnt smell emanated from the pill cauldron. It turned out that Lin Chen was a few seconds late, resulting in a neutralization reaction between two ingredients, disrupting the temperature inside the cauldron and ruining the herbs.

Witnessing this, the crowd that had expectations for Lin Chen let out a sigh.

Seeing Lin Chen fail as well, Fang Zhantang showed a gloating smile: "You're not much better; you failed too."

Snapping back to reality, Fang Zhantang looked at the pill cauldron, feeling a bit awkward.

After mulling it over for a moment, Fang Zhantang stood up with an embarrassed look: "Could anyone lend me a fire?"

Earlier, when Lin Chen borrowed fire, he mocked him, not expecting to be proven wrong so quickly. To control the temperature, he also had to borrow fire.

Upon hearing that Fang Zhantang borrowed fire, many uninvolved disciples had a bewildered expression.

They dared to mock Lin Chen, but not Fang Zhantang. At the same time, many realized that Lin Chen must have had a reason for borrowing fire earlier.

The disdain and ridicule that initially came Lin Chen's way now showed a hint of understanding.

Clearly, Fang Zhantang was inspired by Lin Chen using ordinary fire and brazenly borrowed fire as well. Despite both failing the first time, it was obvious that Lin Chen had the upper hand.

But after the first failure, Lin Chen did not immediately continue making potions. Instead, he closed his eyes and meditated, contemplating the reasons for the failure.

Fang Zhantang snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and began his second attempt.

He also lit the stove with a lighter and placed the withered spiritual root inside for roasting.

The subsequent steps flowed smoothly, as he tossed herb after herb into the pill cauldron.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were once again drawn to him, and Fang Zhantang couldn't help but feel proud.

Soon, Fang Zhantang reached the twentieth step, having completed the extraction process.

Just as he was feeling pleased, his hand shook, and the flame rose sharply.

"Damn it!" Fang Zhantang never dreamed that a brief moment of distraction could cause him to lose everything.

While Fang Zhantang failed, Lin Chen finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Lin Chen open his eyes from meditation, Wang Chen nodded approvingly.

After Lin Chen's initial failure, he didn't rush to make potions but calmed himself to find the reason for the failure.

In contrast, Fang Zhantang was too impatient, his mind unsettled, making it impossible to refine such high-level herbs.

Following his recent meditation, Lin Chen's potion-making technique seemed noticeably more refined, as he added one ingredient after another into the pill cauldron.

In no time, Lin Chen had progressed to over eighty steps, surpassing Fang Zhantang's twenty steps, clearly demonstrating that Lin Chen's alchemy skills were far superior.

At this moment, many gazes on Lin Chen carried a newfound respect, recognizing not only his martial prowess but also his impressive potion-making skills. It was clear to everyone that a new star was about to rise in the pharmaceutical sect.

Lin Chen's ingredients were taking shape in the cauldron, but just at the final step of solidifying the pill, his control over the heat faltered, and the nearly finished pill was consumed by flames.

Seeing Lin Chen fail, Fang Zhantang finally let out a long sigh.

The second attempts of both participants ended in failure.

However, though both failed, it was apparent to everyone that Lin Chen's expertise in potion-making was far superior to Fang Zhantang's by a large margin.

At the moment, both had only one set of ingredients left, meaning they each had one final chance.

Fang Zhantang looked at the ingredients with flickering eyes but had a faint, wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

Without much thought, Fang Zhantang began his potion-making again.

Watching Fang Zhantang's steps, Wang Chen couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Because Fang Zhantang was not following the proper sequence but was directly skipping some of the more challenging steps.

This guy!

Wang Chen immediately understood Fang Zhantang's intention. He was clearly trying to take a shortcut; rather than failing, he preferred to produce a defective product, so if Lin Chen failed too, he would still win.

It's obvious that Fang Zhantang realized making the God Transforming Pill was too difficult for him, so he settled for less. Although this was allowed within the rules, for a Pharmacist, such behavior was disgraceful.

A look of disappointment flashed in Wang Chen's eyes, as he turned his gaze toward Lin Chen.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, then slightly curled his lips, murmuring to himself, "So that was the reason I failed just now!"

In Lin Chen's mind, Xiao Shuai acted like a supercomputer, helping him analyze various data during his contemplation to find the optimal solution.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhantang had already easily completed the potion-making process, originally over a hundred steps, which he managed to simplify by half.

He smacked the pill cauldron with a hand, producing a pill with uneven surfaces in his hand.

Seeing the semi-finished product, Fang Zhantang exhaled with relief.

As long as Lin Chen couldn't succeed, victory would be his.

Fang Zhantang held the finished pill in his hand and walked over to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen examined the rough pill, his face becoming somber before he coldly said, "Just leave it there."

The heart of a healer is compassionate, and now Wang Chen could see that Fang Zhantang's nature was overly pragmatic.

For a healer, excessive pragmatism is a taboo; to forgo pursuit for mere victory implies that Fang Zhantang's future achievements would not be very high.

Now, all eyes were once again on Lin Chen.

The opportunity for Lin Chen was singular, but he wouldn't choose to retreat, because in Lin Chen's dictionary, it's either success or failure.