CHAPTER 1260: CHAPTER 1251: GRAND ALCHEMY TOURNAMENT

"So many rare medicinal herbs?"

Looking at the list handed over by Mo Wangchen, Zhu Quan glanced at it, then couldn’t help but frown and ask, "This young friend, these herbs are not ordinary, may I know what you need them for?"

"What, does your Pill Tower inquire about what others intend to do when they sell herbs?" Mo Wangchen frowned.

Obviously, the other party was trying to probe something from him, and naturally he wouldn’t disclose it.

"There’s indeed no such rule, but these herbs are rare and extremely valuable. If it were just one or two types, I could make the decision myself, but a young friend wants to buy eighteen types at once, and double portions too. This is beyond what I can decide on my own."

"Then find someone who can make the decision." Mo Wangchen said calmly.

Though his words were not inappropriate, they carried a commanding tone, especially since he was speaking to a Holy Rank Alchemist. As the Housekeeper of the Pill Tower, Zhu Quan’s brow furrowed instantly.

"Only the Tower Master can make such a decision, but currently he is busy with matters regarding the Alchemy competition and might not have time to meet young friends." Zhu Quan’s face turned cold, obviously already displeased with Mo Wangchen’s tone.

"Alchemy competition?" Mo Wangchen did not care about the other’s expression but was surprised and curiously asked, "What Alchemy competition?"

"Is this young friend new to this place?"

Upon hearing his words, Zhu Quan furrowed his brows again. No wonder the other had an arrogant posture upon meeting him; it turned out to be his first time in Jing’an City and unaware of his position and reputation within the city.

However, Mo Wangchen’s earlier tone had already displeased Zhu Quan, so naturally, he wouldn’t show Mo Wangchen a good face and said indifferently, "Our Pill Tower will be hosting an Alchemy competition soon, with a reward of two hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy for the winner."

"Two hundred thousand pounds?!"

Hearing this, Mo Wangchen’s eyes lit up sharply, "When will the competition take place?"

"Could it be that young friend is also an Alchemist?"

Zhu Quan furrowed his brows again. To be so concerned about the Alchemy competition and even ask about the timing, undoubtedly, the identity and origins of this young man were unknown, and he likely wants to participate.

But this is an Alchemist’s competition. Without the identity of an Alchemist, how can one participate?

"I do know some Alchemy methods." Mo Wangchen nodded, without saying much.

Seeing him admit, Zhu Quan couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. No wonder the other had such an elevated stance; turns out, he was a peer?

Nonetheless, since he is also a character from the Alchemy Dao Realm, Mo Wangchen should not have spoken to him in such a tone earlier.

It’s known that he is the Housekeeper of the Pill Tower, a distinguished Holy Rank Alchemist. Even within Ning State, he holds absolute prestige, and how high could Mo Wangchen’s Alchemy Dao skill be at his young age?

For someone who doesn’t know how to respect elders, Zhu Quan’s displeasure towards Mo Wangchen intensified.

"The competition will be held three days later, but not everyone is qualified to participate. The primary condition is having a Holy Rank level of skill because the herbs provided for the competition are all from the Pill Tower. If one’s skill isn’t up to par, it would be a waste of herbs, so those below the Holy Rank are naturally not allowed to participate." Zhu Quan said indifferently.

In his words, a proud expression appeared on his face again.

For this Alchemy competition, Zhu Quan, as the Housekeeper of the Pill Tower and a Holy Rank Alchemist, naturally had to participate. In his view, young people like Mo Wangchen whose skill isn’t up to par cannot participate.

With such a comparison, isn’t the gap evident?

"Where can I register?"

However, what surprised Zhu Quan was that, despite knowing the qualifications and conditions for participation, Mo Wangchen still showed no intention of backing down.

"Does the young friend really want to register?"

He was somewhat puzzled; could this mysterious young man in white also be a Holy Rank Alchemist like himself?

This should be impossible.

Though there are many Alchemy geniuses within Ning State, he has never heard of a young person capable of reaching the Holy Rank.

"The registration is on the second floor, personally supervised by the Tower Master. Since young friend wants to buy herbs, I can go and ask whether the Tower Master is willing to sell those herbs to you."

Zhu Quan stopped wasting words, turned directly and led Mo Wangchen towards the staircase in the middle of the first-floor hall.

Soon, upon arriving at the second floor of the Pill Tower, Mo Wangchen looked around and found many people gathered here as well, mostly elderly.

At this moment, these people formed a line, and at the forefront, an old man was sitting in front of the desk, undoubtedly the Pill Tower’s Tower Master, Elder Dan.

Presently, the people lined up here were Alchemists who had come from various parts of Ning State, some even from other continents, just to participate in the Alchemy competition hosted by the Pill Tower.

This competition offers alluring rewards; the winner will obtain two hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy.

Even a Sacred Land cannot muster two hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy at once.

Many covet this two hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy, but can only watch, because the primary condition for participating in the competition is possessing a Holy Rank level Alchemy Dao skill.

This is just the preliminary requirement; the news about this competition had spread long ago, and numerous Holy Rank Alchemists from various states in Ming Land have come, yet who will emerge as the winner in the end remains unpredictable.

"Indeed, indeed, you are but middle-aged and have already achieved Holy Rank level two skill, truly rare, enough to be a pillar of our Alchemy Dao Realm."

"Hmm? You have only reached Mortal Rank level eight, and you think you can participate, are you trying to deceive the old me, waste the Pill Tower’s herbs? Guards, throw him out."

In front of the desk, Elder Dan continuously tested the crowd, commenting after testing each person, showing satisfaction or displeasure.

"You should line up too."

At the rear of the crowd, Zhu Quan whispered to Mo Wangchen, "I’ll wait for you at the front. Once it’s your turn, I’ll speak to the Tower Master about the herbs you want to buy, but as for registration, you saw the person thrown out earlier, didn’t you?"

His implication was clear, telling Mo Wangchen to line up to inquire about purchasing herbs rather than register, because in Zhu Quan’s view, Mo Wangchen couldn’t possibly possess Holy Rank skills, and if he still intended to register, his fate would mirror the earlier person thrown out in front of everyone.