Lou Qianxue finished explaining soon. However, Ye Zhuixun and the audience wished she could continue.
They could not help themselves from looking at Lou Qianxue strangely.
As for those who had doubted that she knew alchemy, their feelings became complicated.
Lou Qianxue had used her own experience to prove that even though she could not refine her flame core, her alchemy attainment was not lower than any of the young alchemists present here.
It was funny that they had mocked Lou Qianxue for imagining that she could win and called her a piece of trash. If she were so, then what about themselves?
“Young Master Yan.” After Lou Qianxue finished explaining to Ye Zhuixun, she looked at Yan Gongqing. “We can start the competition.”
Yan Gongqing sneered. He asked someone to set the hourglass for an hour.
The competition had one rule—the person who completed the pill fastest while obtaining a higher purity within an hour would be the winner.
Time was very important in the competition.
However, even after the sand in the hourglass started flowing, Yan Gongqing and Ye Zhuixun did not move.
Yan Gongqing did not feel that it was worth it for him to start early.
As for Ye Zhuixun, he had not finished learning yet.
Lou Qianxue explained to him again how to use the tripod, and she let him use his flame core to light the tripod. She did it so that he could become familiar with the technique of controlling the temperature for his flame core.
Time slowly passed.
Ye Zhuixun engrossed himself in learning to control the flame core, while Lou Qianxue used a brush to write the alchemy method on the paper.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Zhuixun could not control his happiness and said, “Miss Lou, I have understood how to control the flame core.”
Before these 15 minutes, he knew nothing about the flame core. He had now also learned how to refine Peiyuan pills. Therefore, he had become very excited and eager to try refining the pill.
“Memorize this method and then burn it.”
“Yes.” Lou Qianxue’s knowledge and experience had convinced Ye Zhuixun. In the beginning, he had tried to believe in her. However, he now had an unquestionable trust in Lou Qianxue.
Fifteen more minutes passed, and Ye Zhuixun emotionally said, “Miss Lou, I have memorized it.”
Yan Gongqing had already started to refine the pills. His technique was natural and smooth, and it mesmerized everyone.
As the crowd watched, they sang his praises.
“It’s such a pure technique that it’s beyond the reach of commoners!”
“An expert is indeed an expert. Even his movements look good.”
“He’s indeed an alchemy genius. If I can have half of Young Master Yan’s talent, I’ll be willing to die! However, although I can’t have his talent, I’m still fortunate to obtain his guidance. Ha ha ha!”
“Young Master Yan is so impressive. Look how easily he is refining the Peiyuan pills. Looks like Young Master Yan will be the winner!”
As everyone was busy with Yan Gongqing’s performance, someone’s gaze fell on Ye Zhuixun, and that person gasped.
“Look, look, Ye Zhuixun is starting to perform alchemy.”
Hearing such a roar, everyone in the entire place turned toward Ye Zhuixun.
Even Yan Gongqing, who was refining the pill, could not help himself from glancing over.
“Ha ha ha, look at that clumsy movement. It’s a world of difference in comparison to Young Master Yan!”
“Is that also called alchemy? So ridiculous!”
“I’ve heard that people who’ve just started alchemy would burn the pills many times before succeeding in refining them. I wonder how long he can persist?”
“Humph, he will lose regardless of the time!”
“Such a pity! Lou Qianxue is so pretty. Even though she has cultivated for one month, she could kill Xia Zheng. Her talent is demonic, but her brain is so fuzzy. She is going to lose her life for nothing.”
“She sought death herself. She can’t blame anyone!”
Performing alchemy was a cautious matter, and it required a lot of focus. Furthermore, it was Ye Zhuixun’s first time. Therefore, he was extremely nervous. When he heard the bystanders’ criticisms, he became even more nervous. If he were slightly careless, the rhythm of the fire’s temperature would mess up, and it would burn the herbs he had purified.