Chapter 702: Waiting for the Alchemy Conference Champion!

The dark void was now clear and cloudless, the pressure gradually dissipating as the thunder tribulation had vanished, restoring its original appearance.

“Which clan does this kid belong to? To break through a threefold mixed thunder tribulation single-handedly—it’s unbelievable!” People exclaimed incessantly, the scene in chaos.

“I reckon he’s from one of the eight great families. Though they’ve secluded themselves, some juniors still venture out to contend with geniuses of other clans!”

“Probably. How many years have the eight great families been inactive? Now that the demon race is rampant, they’re likely to emerge into the world.”

Many began to speculate about his identity, some guessing he came from the long-secluded eight great families—perhaps only such a profoundly wealthy super-clan could nurture such a prodigy.

In the arena, many alchemists breathed a sigh of relief; if the thunder tribulation had continued, they wouldn’t have dared to open their furnaces.

Some started busily refining pills; the remaining time was short, and any further delay would mean forfeiting.

“That little thief—he actually refined an eighth-grade pill! Did he cheat? I still feel it’s unreal.” Yuyao pouted her red lips, finding it surreal, as eighth-grade alchemists were rare.

“It is a bit unreal. He must have cheated.” Xuanyuan Mu nodded in agreement, then chuckled, “But if he managed an eighth-grade pill, the champion of this conference is up in the air.”

Just then, the celestial phenomena in the void changed dramatically—auspicious rays and multicolored radiance appeared, with astonishing visions rising.

The appearance of auspicious radiance drew many gazes; this was the reward for an eighth-grade divine pill manifesting.

“It’s sweet dew, heavenly sweet dew!” People began to roar, many widening their eyes and scanning the void, poised to snatch the sweet dew.

“The alchemy conference hasn’t seen sweet dew in a thousand years. Now three eighth-grade pills appear at once—truly a grand event worthy of the annals!” People marveled; only prodigies could be recorded in history and remembered through the ages.

Yang Tian rubbed his nose. He felt fortunate now; without the Qingyue Divine Milk, he could never have refined an eighth-grade pill.

“I wonder what level of treasure the Star-Moon Divine Milk is. Although this pill has transformed, winning the championship is still uncertain.” Yang Tian licked his lips and grinned.

At such a grand event, every alchemist yearned to seize the championship—it was a supreme honor that changed one’s status.

Yang Tian was no exception, and the champion was also rewarded with a seventh-grade high-level pill, an extremely generous prize.

As expected, drops of crystalline sweet dew appeared in the void, densely packed like a torrential downpour.

With three eighth-grade divine pills emerging together, the sweet dew was abundant. Many grew eager, nearly rushing to grab it.

As soon as the sweet dew appeared, a yin-yang diagram manifested, emitting a powerful oppressive force. Under the envious red-eyed gazes, Yang Tian collected all the dense sweet dew in the void!

The entire audience was stunned, feeling faint. This guy was too greedy—he took it all.

“Why is this guy so unscrupulous? An eighth-grade alchemist, yet so stingy!” Someone spat blood in frustration.

“Exactly, this kid is too much. He could have left a little.” Scornful voices rang out; many were indignant.

Yang Tian, however, was unperturbed. He had endured the thunder tribulation alone, so the sweet dew rightfully belonged to him. Why should he give it to them?

At that moment, the Soul Fusion Pill was soaking in the sweet dew, constantly absorbing its essence to enhance the pill’s quality.

Divine pills were incomparable to precious pills; they could absorb essence to cultivate, and it was even rumored that ninth-grade pills could take human form—though its truth was unknown.

If an eighth-grade low-level divine pill absorbed enough essence, it could even advance to medium quality, though the resources consumed would be terrifying!

“This bastard!” The demon woman was enraged, her black hair wildly dancing, her eyes shooting icy killing intent, barely able to suppress her inner fury.

The mysterious woman, graceful and elegant, furrowed her delicate brows slightly. She shook her head, knowing inwardly that Yang Tian was targeting the demon woman.

Yang Tian immediately sensed this gaze. He looked up, shrugged, and put on a “Come on, hit me, hit me… hit me!” expression, looking rather punchable.

It was common knowledge that the conference forbade fighting. If she attacked, the old monsters of the Alchemy Dao Alliance would intervene, and if this clone were exposed, everything would be lost.

“I will definitely kill you… definitely. That day is not far off!” Her jade hand crackled as she clenched it, the murderous aura making many shiver.

Yang Tian looked indifferent. Even if this woman didn’t come for him, he wouldn’t let her go!

Yun’er had always been a thorn in his heart; back then, his heart bled. Watching his beloved have her origin ripped out—this rage, perhaps only he could understand, beyond words.

“That day indeed won’t be too far…” Clenching his fist tightly, Yang Tian spoke word by word in his heart, carrying a cold killing intent.

“This kid really gets a bargain and still acts smug. I wonder what deep hatred they share.” Dan Xuan snorted lightly.

“Hehe, I reckon this kid played with her and then dumped her, hence the woman’s great resentment.” Old Man Cao, acting undignified, chuckled.

Dan Xuan couldn’t help but break into a sweat. He pursed his lips and said, “But the champion of this conference should be this little fellow. The Soul Fusion Pill has transformed, greatly increasing the success rate of reaching Manifest Saint. This pill’s value has also soared.”

In the arena, Yang Tian sat cross-legged, waiting quietly. There were still over thirty alchemists who hadn’t succeeded in refining.

“If we could get this kid to join the Alchemy Dao Alliance, that would be perfect.” The Great Elder rubbed his hands and smiled.

“Indeed, we think so too. Not only is his combat power terrifying, but the Reincarnation Divine Art he displayed is also incredibly formidable.” The surrounding elders agreed, vowing to spend heavily to recruit him.

A day passed, and thunder tribulations fell frequently. This conference surprisingly produced three eighth-grade pills and four seventh-grade high-level pills, astonishing many.

At the previous alchemy conference, a single seventh-grade high-level pill had won the championship. This session was extraordinary.

Yang Tian’s gaze swept over four alchemists, none of whom he recognized. They were all Emperor-level figures and alchemy prodigies.

“The Central Province truly hides dragons and crouching tigers. These figures, if they moved in the Eastern Continent, would make it tremble three times.” Rubbing his nose, Yang Tian muttered inwardly.

“Time is up. Those who haven’t succeeded yet are now considered failures.” At that moment, an old man’s figure appeared. His eyes swept over the more than twenty who were still refining pills, and he said calmly.

As his words fell, the more than twenty youths suddenly snapped awake. They sighed repeatedly, their faces full of disappointment.

“This conference has exceeded my expectations. It can be called a rare grand event in the history of alchemy conferences!” The old man’s gaze then fell on Yang Tian and the other two, smiling.

Hearing this, Yang Tian pursed his lips and muttered inwardly, “One is fake, I used divine liquid; only one is real.”

Everyone’s gaze converged. Many great clans had prepared their bargaining chips to recruit. An eighth-grade alchemist held extremely high prestige across the continent; winning one over would be a great joy.

Not only them, but even the Alchemy Dao Alliance would spare no effort to recruit him; becoming an honored elder would be no problem.

“This generation truly produces outstanding talents. Prodigies are abundant, and even alchemy flourishes. It seems the cultivation world is on the rise.” The older generation discussed.

“Indeed, many great clans have seen rising stars recently, and even divine bodies have emerged. This generation will usher in a glorious era!”

People were discussing, and many juniors straightened their backs. This was a grand stage; the older generation had faded, and many experts had passed away.

This was an arena for geniuses to contend, an age of heroes vying for supremacy. Who would reach the peak and dominate the continent?!

“For this conference, all who have refined pills of seventh-grade mid-level or above, please temporarily hand over your pills to me. The rankings will be announced shortly!”

As his words fell, about twenty figures stepped forward—men with noble bearing, women graceful and charming.

The old man collected the pills, then his form dispersed. The others waited, waiting for the conference champion!