Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

Lu Zhixing's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the now-silent square.

The examiner's words caught in his throat, and he turned to look at Lu Zhixing.

Lu Zhixing stood up from his chair, walked to his alchemy table, and looked at the slowly fading warmth in the furnace. His voice was calm.

"Isn't there still twenty minutes left in the game?"

The examiner paused, glanced down at the timer, then looked up at Lu Zhixing.

"There are still twenty minutes left, but your alchemy furnace has already exploded..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear:

It's practically impossible to make a new batch of potion in twenty minutes.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"The furnace exploded, and the materials were destroyed. There's simply not enough time to re-forge a new batch in twenty minutes."

"He still wants to compete? That's impossible. Even the most talented person needs time."

"He doesn't want to give up; he wants to start over? That takes a lot of confidence!"

The examiner sighed.

"Since you want to continue, then continue. I'll have someone get you a new alchemy furnace."

He was about to call out to the staff member next to him—

"No need for a medicine-refining furnace," Lu Zhixing said.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The examiner's hand froze in mid-air. He turned to look at Lu Zhixing, as if to confirm whether he had heard correctly.

"...What did you say? You don't need a potion-making furnace?"

Lu Zhixing nodded.

The examiner paused for a moment, then confirmed.

"Are you sure you don't need a new alchemy furnace?"

Lu Zhixing did not answer, but simply nodded, his gaze falling on the pile of destroyed fragments.

All eyes in the room were focused on the little vampire.

She stopped in front of the shards and raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The little vampire stood with his eyes closed in front of the pile of shards.

Then she raised her hand, her fingertips tracing an arc in the air.

A drop of crimson blood seeped from her fingertip, hovering in mid-air.

The drop of blood swelled and spread in the air, transforming into a thin, blood-red curtain of light.

The light screen enveloped the scattered fragments of medicinal herbs on the ground.

Someone in the audience suddenly stood up.

"What is that?! She's wrapping those medicinal herb fragments in blood!"

The people around also stared wide-eyed.

"This... what kind of alchemy method is this? I've never seen it before!"

"Is this... made by using blood to concoct medicine? Aren't you worried about contaminating the medicinal properties?"

In the VIP room, several people stood up at the same time.

Lu Zaoxie rested his hands on the sofa armrests, leaning slightly forward.

Yu Xiaogang put down his teacup.

Su Yangwei didn't speak, but there was a hint of hesitation in his gaze as he looked at the screen.

Shen Jing stood by the window, watching the slowly rotating crimson light screen, her voice low and gentle.

"This is the elemental alchemy method... using blood element as a medium to directly penetrate into the medicinal materials and extract their medicinal properties."

"I've seen many advanced alchemy techniques, using fire and water elements, but this is the first time I've seen one using blood elements. How does Zhixing know this?"

Su Youran in the examination room was also stunned. She looked at the blood-red light screen, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in her eyes.

She asked herself.

"Senior, what is this? I've never seen this technique before."

The voice inside the ring was silent for a moment.

"I remember... it is said that the vampires of the underworld possess a unique blood refining technique."

"This blood refining technique has always been passed down only to royal vampires and is never passed on to outsiders. I have only seen records of it in ancient books."

He paused.

"I never expected to see it with my own eyes here. How did that kid learn that move?"

Su Youran's gaze returned to the blood-red light screen, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"His mother is the president of Dachang Magic Medicine Group... Maybe during some extraterrestrial war, she obtained the Blood Refining Technique of the vampires, and his mother bought it back and taught it to him."

The crimson light curtain slowly rotated, and the essence of those medicinal herbs gradually separated and converged under the guidance of the blood element, and the medicinal liquid slowly took shape in the crimson light.

Throughout the entire process, the little vampire's movements remained effortless and composed.

In less than ten minutes, the color of the liquid changed from cloudy to clear, and a faint golden luster reappeared, spreading from the center of the liquid to the surrounding area.

Signs of a top-tier potion have reappeared.

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

"It's gold again! He's about to concoct another top-grade potion!"

"A top-tier item can be produced in just ten minutes? That's ridiculously fast..."

"Could this bottle of medicine be even purer than the previous one?"

The medicine was poured into the bottle, and a faint golden light slowly flowed through the bottle.

The examiner took the medicine bottle, walked quickly to the testing equipment, and placed the bottle on it.

The instrument emitted a soft sound.

A number popped up on the screen.

【50%. 】

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a murmur of discussion.

"50%? How could it only be 50%?"

"That golden light was clearly a sign of a top-grade potion, so how come it's only 50%?"

"Is there something wrong with the equipment?"

"Impossible, the instrument was working perfectly fine when it tested Su Youran's medicine just now."

In the VIP room, Su Yangwei stared at the number "50%" for a moment, then slowly leaned back on the sofa, a smile returning to his lips.

"Looks like my daughter won after all."

Standing at a distance, Su Youran saw that number and felt as if a weight had finally been lifted from her heart.

A relieved smile curved his lips as he silently exhaled, took a step back, and prepared to turn and leave.

Lu Zhixing stood beside the alchemy platform and asked himself a question.

"Little Blood, what happened?"

Before he could hear a reply, a figure came down the stairs from the VIP room.

Shen Jing walked quickly to the testing equipment.

All eyes were on her; someone recognized her.

"That's... Shen Jing, the president of the Dachang City Magic Medicine Group! Lu Zhixing's mother!"

People nearby also exclaimed in surprise.

"Why did she come down? Is she going to check the results herself?"

Shen Jing stood in front of the testing instrument, glanced down at the number "50%" on the screen, and then reached out and pressed a few buttons on the instrument's control panel.

The examiner was slightly taken aback.

"Mr. Shen... what's wrong?"

Shen Jing did not look up, her tone indifferent.

"Change the testing standard to mid-tier potions."

She stopped what she was doing, straightened up, and took a step back.

"Let's test it again."