The scruffy teenager's tone was icy, his eyes burning with rage.
Last time, because of Evan Lin, he failed to get his way. Now this punk actually dared to humiliate him in public!
Unforgivable!
"Wait, wait, it's all a misunderstanding—a total misunderstanding!"
Byron Liu, standing behind Evan Lin, was shaking all over, his voice nearly breaking into sobs.
But before he could finish, he saw Evan Lin in front of him stride forward without hesitation.
"Is he really going to refine pills...?"
Seeing this, Byron Liu felt a bitter taste in his heart, and even Leo Liu started to panic.
If his fake identity got exposed in front of everyone, there was no way he'd make it out alive.
Celine Lin watched as Evan Lin walked right up to the central furnace. Seeing how fearless he looked, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise.
But that's all there is to it.
If you have guts, then go ahead! Show me what kind of confidence makes you dare talk to me like that! I'm Miracle Hand Sect's number one genius! If you somehow manage to beat me today, I'll hand over the title to you!
The scruffy teenager sneered coldly.
Then he and Celine Lin each walked up to a furnace.
The attendant quickly handed them each a wooden box filled with herbs.
All eyes focused on them, while Master Weiyao on the dais and the Bonesword Master in the corner exchanged meaningful glances.
Go on, what’s wrong? Scared?
The scruffy teenager looked at Evan Lin with disdain, while Celine Lin also turned to watch Evan by the central furnace.
Evan Lin took the wooden box in his left hand, reached out with his right, and pulled open the two-meter-high iron door in front of him.
As soon as the iron door opened, a wave of scorching heat poured out, blasting Evan’s face and ruffling his bangs.
With everyone watching, Evan Lin stepped inside without hesitation. The next instant, the iron door slammed shut behind him.
As soon as the iron door closed, Byron Liu and Leo Liu’s hearts leapt into their throats.
But soon, they realized something was off.
Leo Liu stared in confusion at the scruffy teenager and Celine Lin by the other two furnaces, but saw that both were still standing outside—they hadn’t stepped in at all!
So this is what they call a pill room.
Evan Lin entered through the iron door and looked around inside.
From the outside, this pill room is just a layer of armor wrapped around a giant furnace.
If not for the solid steel separating the furnace from the outside, the heat inside alone would probably be enough to set the whole Miracle Hand Pavilion’s supporting tree ablaze.
By harnessing the heat from the fire-vein below, the flames burn endlessly. That’s why pill-refining here is twice as effective with half the effort.
Evan Lin studied the furnace in front of him. It looked ancient, with glowing red chains wrapped around it. These chains plunged deep underground, channeling flames upward to burn fiercely.
The temperature was scorching, the air stiflingly hot. Evan Lin tapped the wooden box with a finger, sending out a ripple that shattered it, revealing eight herbs inside.
Thyme, Bugtooth Grass, Tiger-Ear Revival Flower, Red Ginger, White Remnant Fruit, Su Ear Seed, Poria, Mountain Ginseng.
The eight herbs floated gently in front of Evan, along with a yellowed sheet of paper—the Golden Marrow Pill recipe.
A pill recipe simply lists the amount of each herb to use—nothing more.
That’s why pill-refining depends on the alchemist’s talent, technique, and control of the fire. One careless mistake, and it’s all wasted.
Evan glanced at the recipe, then, expression unchanged, burned it to ash.
A recipe like this is a joke. Since I’ve got time today, I might as well refine one of these so-called Golden Marrow Pills.
A Golden Marrow Pill refined by me could let an ordinary person cleanse their marrow and remake their body!
Evan scoffed, then tapped his finger again. The floating herbs seemed to come alive, shooting into the furnace.
Inside the furnace, flames roared.
But instead of being instantly consumed by the flames, the herbs inside the furnace seemed protected by a mysterious force, transforming into drops of medicinal liquid.
The droplets rolled and fused in the flames, separating and merging again, shifting unpredictably like a living thing awakening.
Evan watched the flames inside the furnace, then suddenly had a thought.
The flames flickered for a moment, then blazed even fiercer, like a wild beast baring its fangs.
If you’re looking to die, don’t blame me.
Evan murmured, shaking his head with a playful, slightly wistful tone.
Outside the furnace, separated by an iron door, the watching doctors all looked over in confusion.
Byron Liu and Leo Liu’s faces changed dramatically.
What are you doing? There’s still someone inside! How can you do this?
Leo Liu was terrified, face full of fear.
Right as Evan entered the pill room, the scruffy teenager and Celine Lin didn’t step in at all.
Especially the scruffy teenager—he somehow pulled out two massive iron chains as thick as an arm, their cold, steel-gray surface gleaming.
Why all the fuss? I’m just refining pills here. Of course, this batch might get ruined—pill refining is all about controlling the fire. Even a Miracle Hand genius like me makes mistakes once in a while!
Laughing loudly, the scruffy teenager whipped the chains around, quickly wrapping them tightly around the central furnace’s iron door again and again.
The nearby doctors’ faces changed dramatically, horrified—this was clearly an attempt to burn someone alive inside the furnace!
They looked up at Master Weiyao on the dais, just as he spoke coldly: 'The person inside the furnace isn’t Dr. Dong. The real Dr. Dong was killed by him long ago.'
'This pill isn’t a Golden Marrow Pill at all—it’s a genuine Human Pill!'
As soon as Master Weiyao said this, the whole hall erupted.
Everyone stared as the scruffy teenager excitedly wound the chains again and again around the furnace door, sealing the exit.
Celine Lin glanced at him, didn’t join in, and instead stepped behind Master Weiyao, standing quietly.
'Anyone who dares mess with Miracle Hand deserves to die! Their flesh and blood should be burned to ash!'
Down below, Liu Guo shouted excitedly, his face flushed.
'Deputy Chief Bonesword, what do you think?'
Master Weiyao looked over at the Bonesword Master in the corner, smiling proudly.
'Inside that furnace, the temperature will only keep rising. Forget a person—even ordinary iron would melt into liquid if left in there long enough!'
Master Weiyao looked over at the Bonesword Master in the corner, smiling proudly.