Chương 20: Rank 7? That's impossible.
Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Medusa, Reward: Devouring the Ancestral Symbol · 佚名 · 24 chương · ~14 phút đọc · Tạo 29/07/2026
The royal family of the Gama Empire.
Several medicinal herbs and a pill furnace were placed in front of Yaoyue.
Yao Yue looked at the pill in her hand and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She took the pills and quickly walked out of the palace.
"Grandpa Emperor."
"Yaoyue shouted."
"What's wrong?"
"Look, I've successfully refined a grade three elixir."
Jia Xingtian took the pill and glanced down at it.
It is indeed a grade three elixir.
The quality is not bad.
"good."
"Grandpa Emperor, isn't my talent for alchemy amazing?"
"sharp."
"However, my grandfather met someone today."
Yao Yue was stunned for a moment.
"Who is it?"
"He's not much older than you, and he's already a seventh-grade alchemist."
Yaoyue's smile froze on her face.
She looked at Jia Xingtian, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Seventh-grade alchemist."
Yaoyue's voice was trembling.
"Grandpa, what you said is true."
"Of course it's true," Jia Xingtian said.
"His name is Lin Tian, and he's about fifteen or sixteen years old."
Upon hearing this, Yao Yue was completely stunned.
Fifteen or sixteen years old.
A seventh-rank alchemist.
How is that possible?
She murmured to herself.
She started learning alchemy from a young age and has been practicing diligently for so many years, but she is only a third-grade alchemist now.
In the entire Gama Empire, there wasn't a single person who could reach the third-grade alchemist level at her age.
Everyone praised her as a genius in alchemy.
She herself thinks so too.
But now her grandfather tells her that there is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who is actually a seventh-grade alchemist.
He was four ranks higher than her.
"impossible."
Yao Yue spoke, her voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.
"Grandpa, you must be mistaken."
"How could anyone be more talented than me?"
Looking at his granddaughter's expression, Jia Xingtian knew she couldn't accept it right away.
"My grandfather saw it with his own eyes; it cannot be false."
He began to speak.
"That Lin Tian can indeed refine seventh-grade pills."
Yao Yue bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.
I don't believe it.
Her voice was soft, yet firm.
Yaoyue did not speak.
She lowered her head, looking at the grade three pill in her hand.
Just now, she thought this pill was her proudest creation.
But now, she only felt that the pill was extremely irritating.
Jia Xingtian patted his granddaughter on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Yaoyue stood there, biting her lip.
I do not believe.
There is no one in this world with a greater talent for alchemy than me.
A seventh-grade alchemist, aged fifteen or sixteen.
It's absolutely a lie.
She turned and walked towards her own bedroom.
……
Night falls.
Yaoyue sat in her bedchamber, with an alchemy furnace and medicinal herbs in front of her.
She wants to refine a fourth-grade elixir.
She wanted to prove herself.
Yao Yue raised her hand, activated her battle qi, and flames condensed in her palm.
She put a fourth-grade medicinal herb into the alchemy furnace.
Flames scorched the medicinal herbs, and the medicinal liquid slowly condensed.
Yao Yue was completely focused, controlling the heat.
Just as the pill was about to take shape, a muffled sound suddenly came from the furnace.
The flames trembled violently, and the medicinal liquid exploded.
The refining process failed.
Yao Yue looked at the residue in the alchemy furnace, her face turning pale.
Failed.
She couldn't even refine a fourth-grade elixir.
How could Lin Tian possibly refine a seventh-grade pill?
Yaoyue bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.
She doesn't believe it.
She was determined to see for herself who Lin Tian really was.
Yaoyue stood up and walked out of the palace.
……
The next day.
The Mittel family.
Yaoyue walked in.
She wore a long purple dress, exuding a noble air, with a touch of arrogance on her delicate face.
The members of the Mittel family were all stunned when they saw Yaoyue.
The royal family's little princess.
Why did she come?
Fujiyama received the report and rushed over immediately.
"Princess Yaoyue's arrival is an honor for this old man, who has failed to greet you properly."
Fujiyama Kōshoudo.
Yao Yue glanced at him and said calmly.
Where is Lin Tian?
Fujiyama was taken aback.
"What business does the princess have with Lord Lin Tian?"
"Take me to see him."
Fujiyama hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He led Yaoyue through the corridor to the courtyard where Lin Tian lived.
Outside the courtyard, Fujiyama stopped in his tracks.
"Lord Lin Tian is inside."
Yao Yue nodded, pushed open the courtyard gate, and went inside.
She walked into the courtyard and looked up.
Then he froze.
In the courtyard, a young boy was practicing his movement techniques and fighting skills.
Silver-white lightning flashed beneath his feet, and his figure flickered continuously in the courtyard.
Each movement leaves a trail of lightning in its wake.
It was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.
Yaoyue stood at the courtyard gate, looking at the figure enveloped in lightning.
This is Lin Tian.
She murmured to herself.
Lin Tian sensed someone approaching and stopped.
He stood in the center of the courtyard, the lightning on his body slowly dissipating.
Lin Tian turned around and looked at the courtyard gate.
A young girl was standing there.
The moon is waning.
The little princess of the Gama Empire's royal family.
Lin Tian recognized her.
Yao Yue looked at Lin Tian, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
The boy did indeed look about the same age as her.
"You are Lin Tian."
Yao Yue spoke, her voice carrying a hint of arrogance.
Lin Tian looked at her without saying a word.
"Grandpa Emperor said you can refine seventh-grade pills."
"Yaoyue said."
I don't believe it.
Her tone was very direct.
"In the entire Gama Empire, there is no one who can reach the third-grade alchemist level at your age."
"How could you possibly be a seventh-grade alchemist?"
Lin Tian looked at her, his expression unchanged.
"so what."
He said lightly.
"That's why I want to have a match with you."
Yao Yue said, word by word.
"Refine pills right in front of me, let me see if you are really a seventh-grade alchemist."
Lin Tian looked at her without saying a word.
"What, you don't dare?"
Yao Yue stared at him, a hint of provocation in her eyes.
"Can."
Lin Tian said calmly.
Yao Yue was stunned for a moment.
She didn't expect Lin Tian to agree so readily.
"it is good."
"Yaoyue said."
"Then let's compete now."
She turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Lin Tian followed behind her.
The two arrived at the Mittel family's hall.
The news that Princess Yaoyue was going to compete with Lin Tian in alchemy quickly spread throughout the entire Mittel family.
Fujiyama and Kaiba both came.
Many clansmen also gathered around, wanting to watch the competition.
Two tables were already set up in the hall.
On each table was a pill-making furnace and several medicinal herbs.
Yaoyue walked to a table and stood still.
She glanced at Lin Tian, her eyes full of confidence.
"I'll go first."
Yaoyue spoke.
She raised her hand, channeled her battle qi, and flames condensed in her palm.
Yao Yue put the medicinal herbs into the alchemy furnace, focusing intently on controlling the heat.
The hall fell silent.
Everyone watched as Yaoyue refined the elixir.
Her technique was very skillful, and her control of the heat was very precise.
A moment later, the alchemy furnace opened, and a pill flew out.
The third-grade elixir, the Qi-restoring pill.
It is round and smooth, and has a faint medicinal fragrance.
The onlookers exclaimed in admiration.
"Princess Yaoyue is indeed a genius in alchemy."
"To be able to refine a grade three pill at such a young age is amazing."
"As expected of the royal family's little princess."
Yao Yue listened to these praises and a smug smile appeared on her face.
She placed the pill on the table, turned around, and looked at Lin Tian.
His eyes held a hint of provocation.
"It's your turn."
Yaoyue spoke.

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