Divine War Pill Emperor

Chapter 373: Chapter 371: Blood Qi Pill

Under Jiang Chen’s intense pressure, Lord Wangu finally agreed to stake his life on a gamble with him.

"If I lose, my life is yours."

Jiang Chen smiled. ’Competing with me in Alchemy Skill?’

’He’s just asking for a beating.’

"Alright then. In that case, let’s begin."

"If I lose, the Black Fire is yours. If you lose, your life is mine."

Without another word, Jiang Chen began.

Countless people from Guyue City had gathered to watch, yet Jiang Chen remained perfectly calm and composed.

"Haha, you’re bound to lose! Your Black Fire is mine!"

Lord Wangu burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, the crowd of onlookers burst into an uproar once more.

Many people pointed in Lord Wangu’s direction, gasping in surprise.

"Look! Isn’t that Lord Wangu, the son of the Alchemy Master Guild’s president?"

"Oh my god, it is him! I heard Lord Wangu is already a Second-Grade Alchemist and an Intermediate Steward."

"Wow, the Qin Family actually managed to get Lord Wangu to step in! With his abilities, no one in Guyue City’s younger generation is his match, especially not in Alchemy Skill. He’s unparalleled."

"This is going to be a good show."

Many people were shocked by Lord Wangu’s appearance.

They clearly hadn’t expected that the renowned Lord Wangu could be persuaded by the Qin Family to become Jiang Chen’s first major obstacle.

"Does this Jiang Chen even know alchemy?"

"Who knows? But even if he does know alchemy, he’s no match for Lord Wangu."

"I’m sure Lord Wangu is guaranteed to win against this Jiang Chen from Hanwu City."

"That’s right! We have to stand with Guyue City. We can’t let this guy, Jiang Chen, from Hanwu City beat one of our own. Otherwise, how could we from Guyue City ever show our faces again?"

Meanwhile, Zhan Yang and the others from the Warring States Mercenary Corps were breaking out in a cold sweat for Jiang Chen.

Beads of sweat had even formed on JinLing’s forehead.

"Can Jiang Chen actually win? This Lord Wangu’s reputation is huge... Jiang Chen’s in big trouble."

She had, of course, heard about Lord Wangu’s formidable reputation in Guyue City, and couldn’t help but start to worry.

But Zhan Yang was full of confidence in Jiang Chen.

He declared, "I have faith in Jiang Chen! I’m sure he knows alchemy, and he’s definitely better at it than Lord Wangu!"

Lu Beifeng added with great certainty, "I believe in Master Jiang Chen."

"He’s the one who gave us those elixirs, right? I’ve never seen or even heard of elixirs like that before."

"Of course my Master Jiang Chen is going to win."

Lu Beifeng’s faith in Jiang Chen was absolute.

Niu Tuo, of course, agreed with them both.

But JinLing was puzzled. "Beifeng, when did Jiang Chen become your master?"

Lu Beifeng glanced over at Jiang Chen, his expression full of adoration.

"He taught me the Sword Dao. That makes him my master, whether he acknowledges it or not."

JinLing rolled her eyes. ’Honestly, these guys, shamelessly forcing someone to be their master.’

Very quickly, however, her thoughts returned to Jiang Chen, and she began to worry again.

’Jiang Chen, you have to beat this damn Lord Wangu.’

Listening to the clamor, Jiang Chen started to piece things together and looked at Lord Wangu in surprise.

"You’re with the Alchemy Master Guild?"

Lord Wangu smiled proudly and lifted his head with a smug look, clearly showing off for Jiang Chen’s benefit.

At the same time, he tugged on his white robe, and a badge signifying his status as an Intermediate Steward of the Alchemy Master Guild appeared in his hand.

Right in front of Jiang Chen, he slowly pinned it to his robe.

"That’s right. I’m with the Alchemy Master Guild."

Jiang Chen almost gagged.

He got a clear look at the badge and scoffed, "An Intermediate Steward. Not bad, not bad at all."

’And me? I’m the president of the Alchemy Master Guild in Hanwu City, but I haven’t said a word about it. My Silver Crown is just sitting in my Spatial Ring.’

’And yet this guy, Lord Wangu, is flaunting an Intermediate Steward badge at me.’

Lord Wangu glared at Jiang Chen. "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing, I’m not laughing at anything. Let’s just start already."

’I can’t just pull out the Silver Crown and badge that identify me as the president of the Hanwu City Alchemy Master Guild. Not here in Guyue City. That would be a bit too shocking.’

’Keeping a low profile is more my style.’

Lord Wangu still felt that Jiang Chen was mocking him, but he couldn’t figure out why he was laughing.

However, he had become a Second-Grade Alchemist and an Intermediate Steward at a young age, not by relying on his father, but through his own strength and skill.

Very few people his age could accomplish what he had, so it was only natural for him to be a little arrogant.

"Young Master Wan, don’t hold back."

"I want to see the look on his face when he loses."

Qin Yun leaned in close to Lord Wangu and added.

He was desperate to see Jiang Chen defeated.

Lord Wangu’s mind, however, was no longer on a simple competition, but on Jiang Chen’s Black Fire.

He waved his hand impatiently. "Alright, I know."

"I will beat him fair and square."

Standing beside her father, Qin Muxue was also breaking out in a nervous sweat, hoping with all her might that Lord Wangu would win.

As for the black-robed Mr. Gu, his eyes remained locked on Jiang Chen, as if he were inspecting something.

Finally, his expression turned grim.

Qin Muxue asked, "Mr. Gu, did you notice anything?"

Mr. Gu shook his head. "He has a Martial Vein again, and I can’t tell what grade it is at all."

"But judging from the strength he’s displaying now, it must be at least an Eighth-Grade Martial Vein, possibly even a Ninth-Grade Martial Vein."

He had been trying to inspect Jiang Chen’s Martial Vein the entire time.

After all, he was the one who had personally carved out Jiang Chen’s original Martial Vein and transplanted it into Wen Shixi.

Qin Muxue’s expression turned ugly.

"That brat just got incredibly lucky."

"Mr. Gu, can you tell where this Martial Vein of his came from?"

Mr. Gu shook his head again.

"In the entire Fire Sparrow Kingdom, the highest-grade Martial Vein I had ever seen was his original Eighth-Grade Martial Vein. I’ve never laid eyes on a Ninth-Grade one, so I have no idea where he obtained this new one."

"What puzzles me now is how he came to possess a Martial Vein at all."

After all, giving a Martial Cultivator a Martial Vein is an incredibly difficult task.

And it requires exceptionally skillful methods to accomplish.

An ordinary person, even one with a very high cultivation, wouldn’t necessarily be able to transplant a Martial Vein into another.

And Mr. Gu just so happened to be one of the few capable of transplanting a Martial Vein.

Mr. Gu’s mind reeled with questions.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen and Lord Wangu had already begun.

They were set to refine a Second-Grade Elixir called the Blood Qi Pill.

"Jiang Chen, the Second-Grade Blood Qi Pill is extremely difficult to refine. If you can’t handle it, you should just admit defeat."

"There’s no shame in it."

Lord Wangu shot Jiang Chen a smug grin, his confidence overflowing.

It was as if beating Jiang Chen was a foregone conclusion.

Jiang Chen frowned. "Can you stop running your mouth? Wait until after you’ve refined the pill to talk smack."

"I’m afraid by then, you won’t dare to speak to me."

Jiang Chen’s words finally provoked a reaction from Lord Wangu.

A cold glint filled his eyes. "Very well. I’ll make you accept your defeat completely."

He immediately began to refine the Blood Qi Pill.

He happened to be extremely familiar with the Blood Qi Pill. With his abilities, his Pill Success Rate was over eighty percent.

After all, no Alchemist could ever be one hundred percent certain of successfully refining a pill on the first attempt.