Chapter 23 is wonderful! Wonderful!

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  Nie Kong did not fill in under the original three prescriptions, but instead started anew on the blank space beside them.

  The strokes flow and turn, the characters are like iron hooks on silver. Nie Kong, from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, was forced by his grandfather to practice calligraphy with a brush since he was young. Although the text here is different from the previous life, the method of writing is no exception, using a brush to write it is also as smooth as clouds and flowing water, extremely fluent.

  Nie Kong's writing speed was not very fast, and after finishing writing a medicinal name, he would often pause slightly before continuing to write.

  At his moments of writing and stopping, people around him got up one after another to hand over the prescription to the judges' table under the high platform.

  "Cheng Zixuan, Mu Xiaoling, Yu Qingguan, Qu Xinyi, Gu Qi... Not bad, not bad. Time has only passed halfway, and already five people have completed the prescription, and the selected medicines are quite suitable." Cheng Feiliu laughed with joy, flipping through the pages in his hand. As the imperial spiritual pharmacist of the Great Cheng Empire, Cheng Feiliu naturally hoped that there would be more outstanding young spiritual pharmacists within the empire.

  "Xing Yun, old brother, that proud disciple of yours didn't do too well this time, did he?" Quan Yu turned his head and teased Nie Xing Yun, who had just returned to his original seat.

  "Cough cough, this level is easy, just complete the prescription before the sand runs out, it doesn't matter if it's early or late." Nie Xingyun said nonchalantly, pinching his whiskers.

  To be honest, Nie Xingyun was a bit puzzled in his heart. He had seen those three formulas before, and with Nie Kong's performance over the past period of time, even if he couldn't fill them out first, he shouldn't have fallen behind Cheng Zixuan and Mu Xiaoling for so long, yet he still hadn't finished filling them out until now?

  It was not just him, but also Lian Tianxin on the right side of the judging table, who looked at his proud disciple with some surprise.

  Of course, the surprise is still a surprise. Both Lian Tianxin and Nie Xingyun have sufficient confidence in Nie Kong. After all, they have taught Nie Kong for so long about pharmacology and medicinal properties, and they are still very confident in his abilities, knowing that he won't fall at the second hurdle, at most he will just be a bit slower.

  "Shasha..."

  Time flies quickly, and the sand grains in the hourglass are getting fewer and fewer.

  More and more alchemists who filled out the prescriptions were getting impatient, even if they couldn't fill them out, they would casually write down three medicine names and hand in the prescription. For a time, the triangular high platform became empty, only Nie Kong was left, along with over a dozen guys who were unwilling to give up on the Medicine Will Great Competition, looking worried and anxious.

  However, unlike those who were like ants on a hot pot, Nie Kong was also thinking, but his expression was calm and composed. Every time he thought for a moment, he would write a few words, then stop for a moment, and so on, not in a hurry at all.

  The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry to die.

  Nie Kong was leisurely strolling on the high platform, but several people below were anxious.

  "Little Ling, you said that Nie Kong was so strong and firm in the front, how did he become so weak at the second pass?" Mu Xinjiang couldn't stop scratching his ears.

  "Who should I ask if you ask me?"

  Muxiaoling suddenly felt a flush rise to her face, and she glared at her younger brother before turning back to Nie Kong. Her sparkling eyes were filled with confusion. For a spiritual medicine master who could refine large quantities of top-grade "Zi Xuan Dan", this second test shouldn't be too difficult, right? So why was the hourglass almost empty, yet he still hadn't finished writing? If he couldn't pass this test, it would be such a pity!

  On the VIP seat, Nie Xingyun was so anxious that his throat was about to smoke. This little rascal, what on earth is he doing? The three missing medicines added up to only a dozen or so words, but this little rascal had been writing for such a long time and still hadn't finished. It's really enough to drive me, an old man, mad!

  "Nie Laowu, it seems that your proud disciple is in a bit of trouble." Murong Ziyue deliberately changed seats with Quan Yu and turned around to look at Nie Xingyun with a playful smile.

  "This weather is too damn hot!"

  Nie Xingyun pretended not to hear and continued to fan himself with his hand.

  The people around saw the situation, and their faces all showed a strange smile, secretly rejoicing in their hearts. If that spiritually mutated kid couldn't pass the second test, then Old Man Nie would probably be utterly humiliated today. Who made him keep praising his own disciple just now?

  The higher you lift it, the heavier it falls!

  As Nie Kong's master, Lian Tianxin was much calmer, mainly because he didn't like to show off his good disciples like Nie Xingyun did. His mindset was naturally more balanced. Moreover, he believed that there must be another reason why Nie Kong was still on the high platform, and not just being held back by the difficulty of the formula.

  "Time's up!"

  When the last grain of sand flowed down from the hole in the hourglass, Mo Xingtu suddenly let out a loud shout. Almost at the same moment he spoke, Nie Kong put down his brush, picked up the prescription and stood up, and faintly visible on the paper was almost full of black writing.

  Nie Kong's expression was relaxed as he walked towards the judging table. The few remaining Spiritual Medicine Masters around him were all disheartened, not even bothering to hand in their formulas, and instead walked down to join the crowd of onlookers below. In the next three rounds of assessment, they would only be able to watch from the sidelines.

  "It's really too exciting! The hourglass had just finished flowing, and Nie Kong had already filled in the formula. This timing is really accurate. Little Ling, I'm sure that Nie Kong did this on purpose, he wanted to let that Fourth Prince be proud for a while before completely trampling his pride underfoot."

  Mo Xinjiang had an "I knew it" expression, excitedly analyzing Nie Kong's previous actions. "Don't look at the Fourth Prince now, who is still smiling, but he must be very disappointed in his heart. I dare to say that after Brother Nie Kong passes the second round later, he will definitely not be able to smile."

  "Are you done yet!" Mu Xiaoling was speechless towards this cousin who was more nagging than a woman, covering her ears with both hands and leaning forward like a referee.

  "This little rascal, finally settled at the last moment, almost scared me to death!"

  On the VIP seat, Nie Xingyun had a careless expression on his face, but in fact, he was always paying attention to his apprentice with the corner of his eye. The short time just now was almost like several hours for the old man, and if it weren't for the rules, he really wanted to rush up and see what Nie Kong was writing.

  It turns out that Nie Kong was the last one to hand in his answer sheet. Not only were the judges curious about Nie Kong's answers, but also the distinguished guests behind them were all curious about Nie Kong's answers. However, compared to the curiosity of the judges, they didn't have much kindness in their hearts, and most of them were gloating, wanting to see Nie Xingyun and his disciple make fools of themselves.

  Before Nie Kong approached, Cheng Fei Liu, Mu Zi Si, Que Yu, Qu Ting Yun and Fu Er Rong, the five fifth-grade spiritual medicine masters, handed over the formulas of other spiritual medicine masters to Lian Tian Xin.

  Looking at the high stack of papers in front of him, the old man felt helpless. Although he also wanted to take a look at his disciple's answer sheet, he couldn't let go of the other alchemists' formulas and had to continue reviewing them.

  "Come on, come on, little guy, let me take a look at the formula first."

  Mozi couldn't wait to jump up and grab the answer sheet that Nie Kong was about to hand over. With just one glance, the old man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his mouth agape in shock, and the color of surprise in his eyes grew thicker and thicker. Finally, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted:

  "Great! Great......"

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