Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 134: Song Xingyun’s Nerves Collapse!

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Song Xingyun’s Nerves Collapse!

"Alright, Lin Xuan, you’ve successfully completed your alchemy. Put away your Anomalous Fire now," Mu Shan said. "Let’s give the others a chance."

Lin Xuan nodded and retracted his Anomalous Fire. Only then did everyone else’s flames return to normal.

Afterward, Mu Shan and the others returned to the VIP area, and even Lin Xuan joined them.

Mu Shan announced loudly, "Lin Xuan took two hours to complete his alchemy. Your remaining alchemy time will be extended by two hours. They still have half a day to refine their elixirs."

The many talented alchemists began.

Song Xingyun waved his hand, and a top-grade Profound-rank alchemy furnace of excellent quality appeared. The crowd gasped; a good furnace could significantly increase the success rate of alchemy. Although Song Xingyun didn’t possess an Anomalous Fire, he had a peak-grade Spiritual Fire. Combined with his furnace, his chances of success weren’t low. If he was lucky, he might actually refine a third-grade elixir.

Others, like Zhao Feiyan and Qin Xingchen, also took out their Spirit Medicines and began. They had no hope of attempting a third-grade elixir and resigned themselves to refining second-grade ones. After all, their goal wasn’t the championship but a spot in the top ten.

As for Yu Huatian, he wore an ugly expression. He had never practiced refining a third-grade elixir, so he didn’t dare to try this time. He knew he had already lost—the moment he knelt before Lin Xuan again, his defeat was sealed. After some thought, Yu Huatian decided not to continue. Since he couldn’t take first place, couldn’t defeat Lin Xuan, and certainly couldn’t disgrace the Great Xia Country, staying here was pointless.

With a cold snort, he retracted his Nine Heavens Spiritual Fire and turned to leave.

"Yu Huatian of Liuyun Country has withdrawn!" an elder shouted, his voice booming in all directions. They had long been displeased with this young man. He wanted to disgrace our Great Xia Country? Look at him now, leaving with his tail between his legs.

「In the spectator stands.」

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Hurry up and leave! Go back where you came from! The Great Xia Country is no place for you!"

"You want to be the champion of Great Xia? Are you worthy?"

"You’re not even fit to carry Young Master Lin’s shoes!"

Hearing this, Yu Huatian was so frustrated he spat out a mouthful of blood and quickened his pace to flee.

"Hmph! Trash!" Song Xingyun snorted coldly. Now, I’m the only one who can defeat Lin Xuan. I will give it my all.

With a wave of his hand, he took out twenty-six Spirit Medicines and tossed them all into his alchemy furnace. He then employed an ancient alchemy technique, the Heaven-Burning Fire, and began the refinement. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The crowd, however, was no longer shocked. They had already seen Lin Xuan use the Heaven-Burning Fire, and it was obvious that his mastery was significantly superior to Song Xingyun’s. Seeing Song Xingyun perform it now seemed commonplace.

Song Xingyun scoffed, displeased by the lack of cheers. You just wait. I am the strongest.

"Go, Xingyun!" the elders from the Pill King’s Mansion encouraged.

However, Mu Shan and the others furrowed their brows. They weren’t optimistic about Song Xingyun. He appeared too eager; his composure was already shattering. In alchemy, the flame, the furnace, and one’s power were all crucial, but mindset was paramount. Only with a steady heart could one unleash their full potential. With Song Xingyun’s mentality clearly shattered, how much of his strength could he even bring to bear? The outlook was not hopeful.

In less than half an hour, a sputtering sound came from Song Xingyun’s alchemy furnace. Half of his twenty-six medicinal materials had turned to ash.

His first attempt was a failure.

"Dammit!" Song Xingyun growled, his eyes red with anger like a frenzied beast. With a wave of his hand, he incinerated the remaining materials in the furnace, then took out a new set and threw them in.

"Alas," Mu Shan sighed, shaking his head. In his current state, success was impossible, even with luck on his side.

Sure enough, this time he failed in less than half an hour, the medicinal materials once again reduced to ash. Unwilling to give up, Song Xingyun continued with a third attempt. But the third, fourth, and fifth attempts all ended in failure.

The crowd buzzed with chatter.

"Song Xingyun isn’t all that great after all!"

"Yeah! With his skill level, trying to refine a third-grade elixir is simply impossible."

"Hmph, and I thought he was a contender for the championship! Turns out he’s nothing special."

"Compared to Lin Xuan, the gap is just too vast. Young Master Lin is the true Young Pill King."

Song Xingyun was so enraged he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto his alchemy furnace.

"Xingyun, stabilize your mentality!" the elders of the Pill King’s Mansion shouted, rising to their feet. They were extremely anxious, but at this moment, no one could help him. He had to calm himself down.

Steady... steady... Song Xingyun took a deep breath.

He then began his sixth attempt, but it still ended in failure.

"Damn it!" Song Xingyun leaped up and kicked the alchemy furnace.

Nearby, Bing Qing glanced over and shook her head slightly. Song Xingyun’s mentality had collapsed; he was no longer her rival. While she couldn’t take first place, securing second was still an excellent result.

「Two hours later.」

Bing Qing waved her hand, and an elixir flew out from her alchemy furnace. Success. A smile bloomed on her lips, as radiant as a snow lotus. She had surpassed her own expectations, refining a top-quality second-grade elixir—the best of its kind, second only to a third-grade elixir.

Following her, Zhao Feiyan and Qin Xingchen also successively completed their alchemy. However, they only managed to refine high-quality second-grade elixirs; the top-quality tier was beyond their reach. Their minds had also been affected. Though they hadn’t completely broken down like Song Xingyun, they were still deeply shaken by Lin Xuan’s performance and couldn’t operate at their peak.

As time went on, the other alchemists finished one by one. Only Song Xingyun had yet to succeed.

An elder from the Pill King’s Mansion advised, "Xingyun, stop trying for a third-grade elixir! Refine a second-grade one first!"

"Yes, refine a top-quality second-grade elixir as a safety net, then you can try for a third-grade one!"

"That way, you can at least secure second place!"

"I refuse! I refuse!" Song Xingyun growled. What was second place? He couldn’t care less. He wanted only first. He was the Pill King’s disciple, high and mighty, and had never considered anyone his equal. In his mind, if he competed, first place was his by right. Anything less was a failure he could not accept.

With this mentality, he continued attempting to refine a third-grade elixir. But the more he tried, the more he failed; the more he failed, the more anxious he became.

Finally, on the ninth attempt, the alchemy furnace cracked with a loud bang, and the ensuing explosion sent Song Xingyun flying, splattering blood across the air.

The crowd was startled. "What happened?"

"The furnace exploded!"

"Not good!" The elders from the Pill King’s Mansion rushed over immediately. They found Song Xingyun unconscious, and their faces turned grim. They quickly took out elixirs and fed them to him. Luckily, they were surrounded by alchemy masters, so there was no shortage of life-saving elixirs. Song Xingyun’s life was saved, but his score in this round was forfeit.

Several alchemy masters sighed.

Mu Shan announced, "In the third round, Song Xingyun’s alchemy furnace was destroyed, rendering him unable to continue. His results are void."

The crowd was in an uproar. No one had expected that the top-tier genius, once a favorite for the championship, would now have his results nullified, placing him dead last.

What a twist of fate.