Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Sixth Grade Alchemist Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Sixth Grade Alchemist Han Kun temporarily stayed at the Drunken Fairy Tower in Xingjie City.

Just as Feng Wuchen and the others arrived at the Drunken Fairy Tower, he sensed the strong soul power emanating from Han Kun.

As a Sixth Grade Alchemist, Han Kun possessed such vigorous soul power; he was indeed outstanding among his peers.

“The soul power is extremely robust. Worthy of being hailed as the strongest Sixth Grade Alchemist in the Wuji Domain,” Feng Wuchen nodded with a faint smile.

Nie Fengyun said, “Han Kun’s alchemy is indeed powerful, but as a person, he’s too unruly and arrogant.”

“Aren’t powerful alchemists all like that?” Feng Wuchen laughed, not minding these things.

After pausing for a moment, Feng Wuchen continued, “His true fire is Beast Fire, which is much stronger than the Samadhi True Fire. With his strength, it indeed isn’t difficult to refine a Sixth Grade Soul Elixir, but…”

“But what?” Nie Fengyun asked, looking towards Feng Wuchen.

As a Sixth Grade Alchemist himself, though not as skilled as Han Kun, Nie Fengyun also had considerable alchemy strength. Yet, he couldn’t discern any flaws in Han Kun’s alchemy.

Feng Wuchen said with a light smile, “He’s controlling the fire skillfully at this stage of solidifying the pill. A Sixth Grade Soul Elixir can be refined alright, but the amount of ingredients is too much. The dosage of the Soul Mystic Herb alone is enough for two pills. He’s worried that insufficient essence of the ingredients might lead to a failed alchemy. Additionally, he’s kept a card up his sleeve, reserving some essential liquid in the pill furnace. The true fire hasn’t affected this part of the liquid, which continuously provides essence, thereby reducing the failure rate.”

“Too much dosage? Master Feng can sense that! Just by sensing, you can tell the situation inside the pill furnace!” Nie Fengyun was tremendously shocked, staring wide-eyed at Feng Wuchen.

As a Sixth Grade Alchemist, Nie Fengyun couldn’t sense it and could only feel Han Kun’s soul power and the diffused spiritual energy.

Nie Fengyun thought in shock, “To what realm has Master Feng’s alchemy ascended?”

Feng Wuchen and his companions entered the tavern, making their way to Han Kun’s room.

“Senior Han Kun!” Zhang Junlan greeted from outside the door.

“Come in,” Han Kun’s voice came from inside.

In the room, Han Kun was still refining pills. Given the difficulty of crafting Sixth Grade elixirs, Feng Wuchen and his party didn’t speak after entering, waiting quietly for Han Kun to finish.

In the midst of solidifying the pill, Han Kun slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Nie Fengyun, a trace of proud smile emerging on his seasoned face.

Han Kun said arrogantly, “Elder Nie, with your realm, you can’t even refine a Soul Elixir.”

Without any regard for feelings, Han Kun bluntly stated that Nie Fengyun couldn’t do it, showcasing his extreme arrogance.

“Refining a Soul Elixir isn’t necessarily that remarkable,” Feng Wuchen spoke indifferently.

Hearing this, Han Kun slightly frowned, swept a look over Feng Wuchen, and said with a heavy tone, “Brat, for that remark, I should kill you, but for the sake of young master Zhang, I’ll not hold it against you.”

Indeed, as the strongest Sixth Grade Alchemist in the Wuji Domain, no one dared to speak to Han Kun in such a manner. By showing such disdain, Feng Wuchen indeed risked Han Kun killing him without hesitation.

At Han Kun’s words, Zhang Junlan’s expression turned gloomy, as he would not tolerate anyone disrespecting Feng Wuchen, no matter the herbs Han Kun had that he needed.

Just as Zhang Junlan was about to erupt, Feng Wuchen immediately intervened, smiling slightly, “You have the Seven-Colored Undermoon Herb that little Zhang needs, so I won’t hold it against you either, and whether you can refine a Soul Elixir is still up for debate.”

“Hmph! Arrogant brat!” Han Kun’s fierce gaze swept over Feng Wuchen.

“The dosage of Soul Mystic Herb in your pill furnace is too high, and although you have Beast Fire, the calcination level for the Soul Mystic Herb is insufficient, hence you’ve added more. The amount of the Red Spirit Septfoil Flower is too little, and while the essence you’ve gathered might barely be able to refine a Soul Elixir, the quality is very low indeed. Whether it will succeed, remains to be seen. However, I dare say you won’t manage to refine it!” Feng Wuchen said lightly, the corner of his mouth curling up into a sly smile.

Upon hearing this, Han Kun’s old face changed drastically, his face filled with shock as he stared at Feng Wuchen, his expression one of disbelief.

“This kid isn’t an Alchemist, yet he could tell at a glance. That’s impossible!” Han Kun thought with a great shock in his heart.

With that, Feng Wuchen activated the Dragon Clan’s fire, and with a thought, he instantly controlled the fire poison within Han Kun’s body. With a slight draw, Han Kun’s face changed drastically again.

“Fire poison?” Han Kun was terrified as the fire poison flared up without warning, coming on suddenly, giving him no chance to prepare.

“Bang!”

The instant the fire poison erupted, Han Kun’s concentration broke, his soul power surged, and the heating cut off. The Pill Furnace exploded with a bang and streams of black smoke billowed out.

“My Elixir!” Han Kun was shaken once again.

The sudden flare-up of the fire poison left Han Kun breaking out in a cold sweat.

However, as the Pill Furnace exploded and failed to produce the Elixir, the fire poison that was about to erupt strangely subsided.

“What… what exactly happened?” Han Kun was completely baffled and did not understand the situation at all.

It felt as if the heavens were playing a joke on him; the fire poison would flare up or subside on a whim.

Lin Moyang and Bai Lihen were stunned, their faces full of shock.

“It seems my words are quite prophetic, I just said you wouldn’t be able to make it, and then the pill exploded!” Feng Wuchen laughed gleefully at the disaster.

Only Zhang Junlan, who was snickering in secret, knew that Feng Wuchen was the one playing tricks behind the scenes.

“Could it be Master Feng?” Nie Fengyun speculated in shock. As a Sixth Grade Alchemist, he refused to believe that the fire poison would suddenly flare up.

Han Kun’s shocked gaze also turned toward Feng Wuchen, apparently harboring some suspicions.

“How did you know that there was a shortage of Red Spirit Septfoil Flower? And how did you know there was an excess of Divine Soul Mysterious Grass? You’re not an Alchemist, so how could you tell?” Han Kun asked in shock, seemingly having not suspected Feng Wuchen at all regarding the fire poison incident.

“Senior Han Kun, this is my teacher, and he is an Alchemist too,” Zhang Junlan spoke up.

“An Alchemist?” Han Kun’s old face stiffened, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Impossible, there are no fluctuations of soul power in his body, he can’t possibly be an Alchemist!”

Zhang Junlan said, “My teacher’s divine skills, how could you possibly understand them?”

“Poof!”

Feng Wuchen’s palm ignited a cyan flame, its incredibly powerful aura sweeping through the room, instantly causing the temperature to soar.

“What a domineering flame!” Fear flashed in Han Kun’s eyes.

“Cyan flames, I’ve never seen them before!” Nie Fengyun shuddered.

“The Sixth Grade Divine Soul Elixir has the effect of temporarily raising one’s cultivation by one level, only effective for those in the Heavenly Human Realm, and the medicinal power only lasts for an hour,” Feng Wuchen said as he began to take out the medicinal materials.

One Divine Soul Mysterious Grass, one Red Spirit Septfoil Flower, one Nine-Colored Lotus Leaf, and several other medicinal herbs materialized in Feng Wuchen’s palm, surrounded by the cyan flame, with his domineering soul power propelling them and fusing into the materials.

“Sixth Grade Alchemist!” Feeling Feng Wuchen’s domineering soul power, both Han Kun and Nie Fengyun cried out in terror, unable to believe that the young Feng Wuchen was a Sixth Grade Alchemist!