Chapter 319: A High-Stakes Gamble (4)_1
"Tian Bo, you know I have never treated you as a servant," Green Emperor Xiahou said with a furrowed brow, looking displeased, "Regardless, I am set on participating in this competition. If you wish to return, just say you couldn’t find me."
Having said this, Green Emperor Xiahou turned and left. He had come here to check the ranking of Baili Xie; as expected, she was concealing her true power! Otherwise, her ranking wouldn’t fluctuate so much. Perhaps she was the breakthrough he was looking for.
Tian Bo watched as Green Emperor Xiahou walked away and had no choice but to follow. Without him, what was the point of returning? He might as well stay and protect him!
The next day, the fourth round of the competition began. Today’s contest was to narrow the field from five hundred to one hundred, and many clans had come to watch. The stands were suddenly more than two-thirds full. Of course, those upper echelon forces still did not show up.
Today was the last day of the preliminary round; those who were eliminated would have no chance to join the Alchemist Guild, except for those who had always been members. Failing to enter the Alchemist Guild meant that these family clans became the best option for them; the main purpose of these clans was to recruit good alchemists.
As soon as the appointed time arrived, the host came onto the stage and announced, "Today is the last day of the preliminary round, and we will select one hundred from the five hundred of you to advance to the final round. The successful candidates will gain entry to the Alchemist Guild. Then, the subsequent finals will determine your status and treatment within the Alchemist Guild. Alright, now I will announce the rules for today’s contest: there is no time limit for concocting the Seventh Grade Heavenly Spiritual Pill; ranking will be based on quality and completion time. Let’s begin!"
From five hundred to one hundred! The competition was undoubtedly intense, but those who had made it this far were certainly no mediocre contenders; they wouldn’t be flustered by the pressure. On the contest field, everyone calmly began concocting their elixirs.
The audience in the stands were murmuring among themselves, discussing which contestants were how and how many alchemists they might recruit. Tian Bo, seated in the stands, looked down on the competitors with some disdain. These people were in the same competition as his young master; it was a blessing they had cultivated over ten lifetimes! He only showed a change of expression when he saw Shayan. His young master had said that he could concoct an Intermediate Level Ninth Grade elixir, but he was already close to three hundred years old, whereas his young master was several years shy of one hundred; they simply couldn’t be compared.