Dual Flames, A Fierce Race

Before the stage, Guild Master Qia Ma, seeing Zhou Chen confidently incinerate the "orthodox" pill formula, was filled with joy. However, this round was clearly led by the Alchemist of the Chuyun Empire.

"The Alchemists of the Jiama Empire are merely average. It seems my efforts to maintain my touch earlier were in vain, hahaha."

Facing the countless furious and contemptuous gazes in the square, the young girl's expression remained unchanged as she continued her mockery.

Looking at the extremely arrogant fellow, Zhou Chen shook his head slightly. His calm yet powerful voice suddenly echoed across the square. The venue fell silent in an instant, and everyone hastily looked toward the blindfolded young man.

"As a senior of the Chuyun Empire, you have actually altered your appearance to come here and bully juniors. What is the matter? Do you lack a sense of presence in your own empire?"

Shaken by this calm voice, the mysterious girl's mind trembled violently. Her features scrunched together in guilt as she spoke, "I... I do not understand what you are saying."

"It does not matter whether you understand or not. You only need to know that you are bound to lose this round."

"Arrogant!" Hearing Zhou Chen's words, the mysterious girl's face was filled with disdain. She gave Zhou Chen a thumbs-down gesture, maximizing her mockery.

Zhou Chen did not maintain a noble silence. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, he raised his middle finger. Immediately after, a purple flame erupted violently in his hand, appearing before countless shocked gazes.

Gradually, numerous flames extinguished. Currently, the only one who could compete with the mysterious girl for first place was Zhou Chen.

The spectators in the stands, looking at those two different colored flames, burst into wave after wave of gasps. The thunderous noise made the surrounding Alchemists unable to focus on their refining.

"Although the purple flame Zhou Chen uses is more formidable and has refined all the herbs, this Chuyun Alchemist is somewhat experienced, and she began her refining slightly earlier than Zhou Chen."

"I have said it before, do not look down upon him. Even I cannot see through this fellow." Looking at Jia Xingtian's changing expression, Hai Bodong remained calm and collected, speaking with a smile.

However, at this juncture, he knew he had to support Zhou Chen. He was a member of the Jiama Empire, and he did not wish for someone from the Chuyun Empire to take the top spot in this competition.

"The purple flame... this purple flame seems even more formidable than the previous pale white flame. As expected, he still held a trump card." Staring astonished at the handsome young man, the Little Princess's beautiful eyes flickered with admiration.

"Quickly, go for it, Zhou Chen! This round depends entirely on you!"

"However, it is still somewhat difficult to surpass that Alchemist of the Chuyun Empire now. That fellow holds a significant lead," Qiemi'er sighed, drawing attention back to the two of them.

They feared that the explosive force at the moment of contact would turn their fragile bodies into nothingness.

"Today's trip was not in vain, blood sword."

Ignoring the thunderous gasps of admiration, Zhou Chen steadily channeled the purple flame into the cauldron. Immediately after, he poured all the herbs into it.

Repeating his old trick, Zhou Chen intended to refine all the herbs simultaneously just as he had in the first round, and then perform the fusion!

Because there was still plenty of time, Liu Ling and the Little Princess, who were eager for success, ultimately halted their actions. After refining the medicinal liquid in their hands, they stopped.

Realizing this, Zhou Chen had no choice but to refine multiple herbs simultaneously. This undoubtedly consumed a vast amount of energy, requiring him to maintain a highly tense soul perception, forcing him to exert fifty to sixty percent of his focus.

"Two types of flames! This person actually possesses two types of flames. How is this possible?"

With countless gazes focused on him, Zhou Chen had to exert even more attention, dedicating his entire mind to it as his flexible hands steadily controlled the purple flame within the cauldron.

Very skillfully, she poured the medicinal liquid into a small vial. She looked with satisfaction at the eight vials of different colored liquids or powders arranged neatly before her.

In a secluded corner, the joy on the Chuyun Alchemist's face grew. Her small hand struck the black cauldron, and the final portion of the herbs was refined.

Sharing her tension were many colleagues present, who were silently cheering for Zhou Chen in their hearts.

"This flame and the previous pale white flame both seem to be exceptionally powerful flames!"

"He actually possesses such ability. No wonder Great-Grandfather and Qiemi'er pay such attention to him. He is clearly a man, yet why is he so alluring? What a captivating fellow," Princess Yao Ye murmured, swaying her long, fair legs.

"The Heavenly Flame has not yet been exposed. Controlling three types of flames is entirely different from what Master taught! Could the Heavenly Flame be fake? How can anyone manipulate three types of flames!" Liu Ling's understanding collapsed at this moment, a thousand questions popping up in his mind.

"Ho, another purple flame. This little brother indeed has many encounters. Things have become interesting," Jia Xingtian said, his old eyes slowly widening.

At this moment, Zhou Chen's figure appeared exceptionally robust. He bore the hopes of everyone on his shoulders, bearing the face of the Jiama Empire.

Relying on the intensity of the flame to catch up and surpass was not impossible, but Zhou Chen could not afford any mistakes. His manipulation had to be extremely precise, without a single error.

Otherwise, the speed of refining would be reduced at least, or it would result in total failure at worst." At this point, Liu Ling also began to feel anxious for Zhou Chen. Although he was narrow-minded and had always been envious and jealous of Zhou Chen.

The Little Princess clenched her fair hands tightly, her gaze shifting between Zhou Chen's cauldron and that of the Chuyun Alchemist, urging Zhou Chen in her heart as her breathing grew heavy.

"In the end, I am a step faster than you. This gap is not something that can be surpassed merely by a flame!"

Relying on her advantage in discovering the issue first, she ultimately remained a step ahead of Zhou Chen.

They did not wish for the best result of this second round to be taken by the Chuyun Empire, as that would be a harsh slap to the Jiama Empire's face.

"Fortunately, you are not much faster." Glancing at the smug girl, the flame in Zhou Chen's hand intensified once more. After a short while, Zhou Chen suddenly struck the center of the cauldron.

The lid of the cauldron flew off, and the eight types of medicinal liquids or powders refined simultaneously flew out. The flames suddenly dissipated, and his hands grabbed the eight jade vials, quickly and accurately storing the liquids within.

Thus, Zhou Chen completed the refinement of the herbs...