Volume 3: The Rise of the Spirit Medicine Master Chapter 22: The Second Trial of Medicine Matching

  "...A total of 279 people entered the second round. Among them, two people's Wan Hua Dan medicine fusion degree reached 90%, they were No. 1 Four Prince Cheng Zixuan, and No. 33 Nie Kong; those with a fusion degree between 85% and 90% had four people, and those with a fusion degree between 80% and 85% had thirty people..."

  The results of the drug test were soon summarized at the judges' table and then passed on to the VIP seats and the crowd behind.

  The crowd, which had just subsided for a moment after the end of the first round, was once again boiling. There were actually thirty-six people whose medicine fusion degree exceeded 80%, and two young spiritual medicine masters even refined spiritual medicines with a fusion degree of 90%. This far exceeded the previous "Thousand Spiritual Medicine Conference".

  It can be seen that the young spiritual pharmacists who participated in this medicinal meeting are all very good, which means that the next competition will be even more exciting. Except for those who have relatives and friends eliminated, everyone is eagerly discussing and looking forward to the final dragon and tiger fight.

  Listening to the sound coming from behind, Nie Xingyun's eyebrows opened and he smiled, slipping behind Mu Zisi and hypocritically laughing: "Mu old head, I'm really sorry, this time my disciple is just a little bit ahead of your granddaughter." At this moment, the old man had a very refreshing feeling.

  Mu Zixu pretended not to hear, but the corners of his mouth twitched twice. Nie Xingyun noticed this and was even more delighted, chuckling: "Mu old head, with Nie Kong's abilities, the hope of getting first place is extremely great, so I'll thank Lingbao Pavilion for the prize in advance on behalf of my disciple."

  This old fellow, look at how smug you are? But the fact that Nie Kong's performance in this first round far surpasses Mu Xiao Ling is indeed true. Mu Zi Si couldn't find any words to refute it and could only roll his eyes in annoyance. The people around them, such as Lian Tian Hen, couldn't help but smile at this scene.

  ……

  On the high platform, with Mo Xingtu's order, those spiritual medicine masters who had rested for more than ten minutes excitedly rushed up to the second layer of stairs. On the second floor, several wide steps were also neatly arranged with rows of low tables, but on the tables, there was nothing at all.

  "Second checkpoint, medication!"

  Mo Xingtu stepped onto the first step of the stairs and shouted loudly, "Bring me paper and brush!" Another group of beautiful maidservants, carrying brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, walked up to the high platform.

  "On the paper were written three elixir formulas, each missing one ingredient. To pass this second test, you must fill in the most suitable medicine before the hourglass runs out! Otherwise..." Mo Xingtu sneered with a sinister smile, like a butcher looking at a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

  Behind Mo Xingtu, someone had already brought up the previous hourglass, only to find that there was much less sand inside than during the first trial.

  "This little sand is gone in an instant!"

  "To perfect the three elixir formulas, heaven knows, you might as well kill me!"

  「……」

  As soon as the second pass question came out, some alchemists were already anxious and their lips were trembling. This pass does not require the consumption of spiritual power, nor does it need to refine medicine, but the requirements for alchemists are higher. The first pass requires identifying prescriptions, but after all, it is selecting one from six kinds of medicines, even if you don't know, there is a possibility of guessing correctly.

  However, in the second round, if one is not familiar enough with pharmacology, there's no chance of even guessing, after all, there are thousands of known medicines on the Tianling Continent.

  "Let's start!"

  Mo Xingtu didn't care what the spiritual medicine practitioners who were participating in the trial thought, seeing that the maid had already delivered the pen and ink, his right hand chopped down, and the hourglass flipped over, making a continuous rustling sound.

  The crowd of onlookers also knew that at the critical moment, they all closed their mouths in unison, staring intently at the figures sitting at the low table on the high platform. The sky and earth suddenly became solemn and quiet, and the originally cold weather seemed to become even colder.

  Nie Kong opened the half-folded paper and found three columns of words written on it, all of which were names of medicinal herbs that could be used to refine first- and second-grade spiritual medicines.

  At this time, Nie Kong followed the two masters to study continuously for a month, and the effect of pharmacology was brought out. As soon as these medicinal names entered his eyes, Nie Kong's mind could immediately correspond to their properties. However, wanting to supplement the prescription completely, relying solely on memorizing the properties was not enough.

  The three elixir formulas on the paper had never appeared before, and should be temporarily pondered by the six fifth-grade elixirists on the judges' bench for this grand competition. Such a formula, of course, cannot compare to those elixir formulas that have been refined over countless years, and the missing medicine is mostly ambiguous, seeming to be but not quite, even those five-grade elixirists who set the questions themselves had not yet determined it.

  So, Mosxingtu just said that everyone should fill out a "more suitable" drug, rather than the only accurate one.

  Nie Kong didn't immediately take action. After memorizing the three formulas for the medicine, he closed his eyes and sat quietly, but his mind was racing rapidly.

  As for the one who was writing prescriptions next to him, Mu Xinjiang was even more anxious. His eyes lit up first, and he picked up his pen and wrote a few words quickly. After finishing writing, Mu Xinjiang furrowed his brow again, crossed out the name of the medicine, thought for a moment, and continued to fill in the prescription on the paper.

  After repeating this several times, the half sheet of white paper had become blackened, yet not a single formula had been filled out. Just then, Mu Xinjiang suddenly heard the silent crowd erupt into a "hubbub" of noise, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to look around, only to see that the Fourth Prince of Number One had already stood up.

  Holding the completed prescription, the Fourth Prince walked down from the high platform with a smile. As he stepped forward, he even smiled and glanced in the direction of Nie Kong and Mu Xiaoling.

  "How is this guy so fast? Heaven bless him, he didn't even fill out a single prescription correctly, and yet he's still in the running! Mu Xinjiang cursed under her breath, but she also knew that this was fundamentally impossible. She turned her gaze to Nie Kong, seeing him sitting there with his eyes closed like a wooden statue, not moving at all, and couldn't help but feel a great sense of urgency."

  If Nie Kong were to be eliminated in the second round, wouldn't the Fourth Prince become even more arrogant? Mu Xinjiang was about to wake up Nie Kong, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt something was off. He looked up and saw two pairs of eyes staring straight at him, as if they would pounce on him the moment he made a sound, those powerful hands like a fan would grab him and throw him down from the high platform.

  Mu Xinjiang had no choice but to lower his head in frustration, feeling extremely depressed.

  In front of the judge's bench, the fourth prince Cheng Zixuan handed over the paper to the far right. Fu Rong picked it up and looked at the three columns of prescriptions at the end, where new medicine names had been added, his eyes suddenly shining brightly, but he didn't say anything else, just nodded slightly and handed it to Lian Tianxin beside him.

  Finally, the paper was passed into the hands of Cheng Fei Liu on the far left. After reading the prescription, Cheng Fei Liu stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.

  Several judges exchanged a look, and Fu Rong nodded in approval: "Fourth Prince, I didn't expect you to fill out the prescription so quickly. Well done, all three medicines you chose are very suitable. Congratulations, you're the first to pass the second round and enter the third round!"

  Wò ěr róng de shēng yīn bù dà, què fēi cháng qīng xǐ de chuán dì kāi lái. Hòu miàn de rén qún dēng shí yī piàn xuān huá, yī dào dào huò jī jiǎng huò qīn pèi de mù guāng luò zài le chéng zǐ xuān shēn shàng. Chéng zǐ xuān sì hū zǎo jiù zhī dào le huì shì zhè yàng de jié guǒ, biǎo qíng sī háo wēi biàn, zhǐ shì xiào yín yín de kàn xiàng gāo tái.

  There, Nie Kong suddenly opened his eyes and picked up the brush placed on the inkstone...