341: The last one.

On the other side.

The Imperial Palace of the Imperial Capital.

The back garden.

An old man was sitting by the lakeside, leisurely fishing.

Standing beside the old man was a middle-aged man in his forties, who was currently bowing and reporting information.

"Your Majesty, I have just received word that fifteen minutes ago, Feng Ming struck the drum of a Ninth-Rank Alchemist at the entrance of the Alchemist Guild, requesting to join the Alchemist Guild. Furthermore, he wishes to become an Honorary President."

"His reason is that the medicinal herbs he desires are only available at the Alchemist Guild. What is Your Majesty's view on this?"

The old man was the King of the Bright Moon Dynasty, Yue Xuan.

Hearing this, Yue Xuan said with great interest, "Oh? Such a thing actually happened? Xing Fangsong is the one presiding over the Alchemist Guild this year, isn't he? What test did he give Feng Ming?"

"To answer Your Majesty, it is the wen xing pill!"

Yue Xuan nodded. "That is indeed a good test. Let us see what the result is. If he can refine a pill with more than three patterns, then grant his request."

"Your servant obeys!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he fell silent and stood quietly to the side, watching King Haoyue fish.

The Alchemist Guild, at the Alchemy site.

As time passed, Feng Ming's Alchemy process entered a fever pitch.

At this moment, Feng Ming was enveloped in a seven-colored glow. Those standing outside could not see him clearly at all, nor did they understand which stage the Medicinal Pill had reached.

They only saw the sky-filling radiance flickering and continuously shrinking.

Even though they couldn't see, the people around held their breath and concentrated, not even daring to breathe heavily.

Xing Fangsong, the initiator of this test, had eyes shining brightly, hands clenched into fists, and an expression of extreme excitement.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the surface while the expert looks at the technique. As an expert in the field, Xing Fangsong could naturally see everything Feng Ming was going through clearly.

And Feng Ming was indeed at the most critical juncture. "Pill Collection!"

Alchemists generally use a Pill Furnace before the sixth Rank. After the sixth Rank, they use Pill Fire. The higher the Rank, the higher the temperature requirements for the Medicinal Pill.

Ordinary Pill Furnaces cannot withstand such high temperatures; therefore, most Alchemists choose to refine directly with Pill Fire.

With direct refinement by Pill Fire, the difference in the final step of Pill Collection also emerges.

Because Alchemy with a Pill Furnace involves a container, Pill Collection is much easier. As long as nothing goes wrong, it is basically always successful.

Pill Fire is different. Since there is no fixed container, the medicinal liquid is almost always in a dispersed state during Alchemy.

The purpose of Pill Collection is to compress these medicinal liquid essences into a single Medicinal Pill. The importance of this process goes without saying.

Once the condensation fails, all previous efforts will be wasted, and what is condensed might not even qualify as a pill.

However, Feng Ming handled the entire process with ease without any mishaps. The seven-colored lights were slowly compressed and fused, finally being compressed into Feng Ming's hand.

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. "How is it? Was it successful?"

"I don't know. It looks like it was successful, but I just don't know how many patterns it has!"

"Never mind how many patterns. To refine a ninth-rank elixir at such a young age is very impressive, even if it only has one pattern."

"Right, right. After all, he's young and has a lot of room for growth. Based on that alone, it's not impossible for him to want to join the Alchemist Guild."

"I'm so envious and jealous. Comparing oneself to others only leads to frustration."

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion.

At this time, Xing Fangsong had also come before Feng Ming. "Little friend, is it over?"

Feng Ming nodded and then opened his left hand. At this moment, the others also saw a multi-colored Medicinal Pill lying in Feng Ming's hand.

Xing Fangsong carefully took the Medicinal Pill and then began to examine the patterns on it.

The wen xing pill, as the name suggests, has star-like patterns on the pill.

"1, 2, 3..." As Xing Fangsong counted them one by one, the onlookers became more and more shocked as they listened.

Many people thought it would be impressive if Feng Ming could refine one pattern, but now there were already three.

Would there be more after that?

Just as they were thinking this, Xing Fangsong did not stop and continued to count, "4, 5..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Wait, it's actually reached five patterns.

This is too incredible.

To be able to refine a five-pattern Medicinal Pill at such a young age is an amazing achievement.

You must know that even the eighth Honorary Chairman only reached six patterns.

However, it wasn't over yet... As the crowd discussed, they indeed heard Xing Fangsong continue to count.

"6, 7, 8..."

And the further he went, Xing Fangsong's voice clearly began to tremble.

Clearly, this result far exceeded his expectations.

Everyone was stunned; he had counted to eight. What an extraordinary achievement.

Just as they were about to discuss it, they heard Xing Fangsong count two more numbers.

"9, 10... 10?"

When Xing Fangsong counted to "ten," he staggered and almost fell to the ground!

"Ten! How can there be ten patterns on a wen xing pill? Little friend, your wen xing pill..."

Xing Fangsong looked at Feng Ming in disbelief.

Feng Ming, however, said calmly, "It is ten patterns, that's right!"

"Chairman Xing, don't you know that this Medicinal Pill can be refined to a maximum of ten patterns?"

"Chairman Qin, don't you know that this Star Pattern Pill can be refined to a maximum of ten patterns?"

"This... I..."

Xing Fangsong was momentarily speechless because he truly didn't know.

After all, previously, they had refined at most seven patterns, and even his own highest was only eight. Those with nine patterns were left behind by Seniors who had refined them.

How could he have known that this Medicinal Pill could have ten patterns?

Seeing that he really didn't know, Feng Ming spoke up, "Chairman, ten patterns on a wen xing pill is Perfection. Therefore, what I refined is a Perfection-level Medicinal Pill. You can examine it closely or taste it. After all, this Medicinal Pill was refined using your medicinal herbs."

"If it is confirmed that there are no problems, then regarding my joining the guild..."

Hearing this, Xing Fangsong immediately laughed and said, "A small matter, a small matter. With such strength, little friend, our Alchemist Guild is more than happy to have you. Rest assured, I will also make an exception and give you the medicinal herbs you desire."

"As for the matter of being an Honorary President, I cannot guarantee it right now, but I will apply for you immediately. The result will depend on the decision from above."

Feng Ming nodded upon hearing this. "That's good. But Chairman, are you really not going to taste this Medicinal Pill? Its taste and effects are definitely different from other wen xing pills."

Xing Fangsong shook his head repeatedly. "How could I bear to eat such a precious Medicinal Pill? It must be treasured."

Feng Ming smiled at those words. "It's not some precious thing. If you want more, just give me the medicinal herbs, and I will refine as many as you want."

"However, I have already given you one. I must taste this remaining one, so I will not give it to you."