No 1 Supreme Warrior

The gods-transfiguring pill was not complicated to create for Jack. He had tried doing it many times before, and he was so familiar with the process that It was almost habitual. Even if he was surrounded by people watching him, his progress was not affected at all.

Before an incense stick’s worth of time had passed, half of the pill’s shape slowly solidified. A herbal scent wafted from the stove and suddenly spread to its surroundings, and everyone’s eyes went big.

Even if they could not personally verify if this was truly a third-grade premium pill, they could tell that it was no ordinary pill from the scent alone. It was a third-grade intermediate pill at least!

“It’s done! It’s truly done! Oh my God! I thought he was just boasting! I didn’t think he was truly a third grade premium alchemist!”

I didn’t think he would be so skilled at such a young age! We can’t even easily find third grade

into his palm without batting a lash. It was as though the pill had a spirit of its own.

them had never seen higher-grade pills. Everyone knew the formula for the gods-transfiguring pill, but as their

youth whose face was full of pimples inhaled rabidly, as though he were a wild dog that had spotted a bone. He practically sucked in all the medicinal

little disgusted, they did not think that this was strange. After all, that was a third-grade premium pill. Taking a whiff of it

had whacked him across the head. He stared at the pill in Jack’s hand, and he did not dare to

tried to run away, Jack would probably not even need to teach him a lesson—everyone around him would give him a few

that Goatee was stunned into silence. His rough features were scrunched together so tightly, and he pointed at Goatee and said, “Go on! You go on. You just couldn’t shut up

goatee was extremely embarrassed. He had dared to question Jack before so many people. However, he had simply thought that Jack was boasting; what third-grade premium alchemist during

think that he would actually see one! He was truly

nostrils. “I… You… you’re truly a third-grade premium alchemist?” His question was something

the young man had already created the pill. Was