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Chapter 178 – Alchemy competition

Time slipped by quietly, and the second phase of the Dao Court's grand assembly of immortals finally commenced.

Compared to the first phase's sword-fighting tournament, filled with the glint of blades and the chilling aura of killing intent, the second phase was limited to the realm of "scholarly contests," significantly toning down the tense atmosphere.

Alchemical Dao, weapon forging, talisman inscription, formation arrays, Heavenly Secret Art, and mechanical puppetry... The categories were numerous, exceeding a hundred. Any cultivator with expertise in a particular field could choose to participate, and the victors would receive substantial rewards.

Take alchemy, for example. There were ten rounds of competition in total. Each round was set by the Dao Court's elders, who also provided the alchemy furnace and ten sets of herbal ingredients. As long as a cultivator could refine the specified elixir within the allotted time, they would pass. Then, based on the quantity and quality of the elixirs produced, the final victor would be determined.

Those unlucky enough to cause an alchemy furnace explosion or fail in their alchemy would face early elimination.

Cultivators not participating were allowed to watch from the sidelines, cheering for their fellow sect members, but they could not interfere with the competition in any way.

Outside the alchemy competition venue, the spectator stands were lined with countless golden-threaded sandalwood tables, laden with spiritual fruits, pastries, and drinks. Disciples from various sects gathered in groups, finding places to sit amidst the bustling and lively crowd.

"...It seems there aren't many people."

Near a table at the edge of the venue, Qing Muling, adorned in a luxurious cloud-patterned purple robe and a golden crown, looked curiously at the neatly arranged three thousand-plus alchemy furnaces. His clear and spirited eyes, perfectly sculpted features, and the noble aura that shone through his mysterious depth attracted the gazes of countless female cultivators. Even the elders and disciples from female-centric sects like the Goddess Sect and Qingqiu Hall frequently cast their eyes upon him.

"Compared to the previous sword-fighting tournament, there are indeed fewer participants this time."

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