The Frightened Five Examiners

"Great Grandmaster?" Feng Yin finally raised his eyes and gave the person who was talking to him a look.

One had to know that for a first-rate martial arts academy like Changzhou Martial Arts Academy, the requirement for graduation was a Great Grandmaster.

Comparatively speaking, the requirements of the top three academies were higher. They were set at the Warrior Realm, but Song Yusheng was only in her second year of university. According to her, she will be in her third year soon.

However, it was very rare for a third-year student to break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm. Most of the students in the three martial academies could only break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm in their fourth year.

Then, in the fourth, fifth, and sixth years, they broke through to the Warrior Realm.

Yes, the universities on Planet Cerulean Water have a six year study. There were no postgraduate studies here. Instead, there were restrictions on each level. In their university careers, those with average cultivation would only enter the Myriad Races' Battlefield at the beginning of their fourth year. Before their fourth year, they would mix in various mystic realms.

As for those with outstanding talent and were not afraid of the myriad races, they would enter the Myriad Races' Battlefield in their second year.

It was because Song Yusheng had just come out of the Myriad Races' Battlefield that she did not know Feng Yin's name. One had to know that Feng Yin, the top scorer of the college entrance examination, was very famous.

Many people were curious if he would be a match for the second place in terms of strength.

"That's right, a great grandmaster!" When the man saw that Feng Yin was talking to him, he became visibly excited. He pulled Feng Yin and was about to introduce the legendary Song Yusheng.

Unfortunately, Feng Yin was only a little surprised after finding out about Song Yusheng's strength. He was not interested in anything else about Song Yusheng. Glancing at the man, Feng Yin reminded him again, "I need to be certified as an alchemist. If I delay any longer, I might not be able to complete the admission procedures."

"Alright, alright. What grade do you want to be certified as an alchemist? Do you have the previous alchemist nameplate?" The man seemed to be able to tell that Feng Yin was really not interested in Song Yusheng. He became dispirited and asked weakly.

"I've never been certified in the Alchemist Association, but there's a first-grade alchemist's nameplate here. I want to register for the third-grade alchemist certification." As Feng Yin spoke, he took out the Alchemist Token from the button space on his chest and placed it in front of the man.

"Okay, one moment."

The man didn't think there was any problem with Feng Yin taking the third-grade exam. For the last defense base city, third-grade alchemists were a dime a dozen.

It couldn't be helped. The first three grades of alchemists were easy to test, and the fourth grade was a threshold. The standard for graduation for alchemists in the martial academies was to be a third grade alchemist who could refine Perfect Grade Pills.

There was a huge difference between a Grade Three Alchemist and a Perfect Grade Three Alchemist.

As the man spoke, he started working on the Holo-Brain in front of him. It was fine at first, but when he opened Feng Yin's alchemist information, he subconsciously stopped what he was doing. He looked up at Feng Yin and then at the information in his hand.

"Feng Yin, Grade One Perfect Grade Alchemist, Level Three of the Genius Level, Perfect Grade Body Refinement Pill? Are you this year's top scorer, Feng Yin? Amazing, brother, perfect-grade Body Refinement Pills are also very popular in our last line of defense base city. Do you have any in your hands? Can you give me one?"

The man was so excited that he slapped his forehead. "Look, I forgot that you still have to go to school. I'll invite an alchemist to certify you now. When you're done with your work, you must come over! At least sell me a Perfect Grade Body Refinement Pill!"

"Okay."

Feng Yin did not expect this matter to be so simple. He had thought that he would encounter a moment of distrust, and then he would erupt with his true strength and take out his genius badge to slap his face.

Feng Yin was not used to being praised by others. Fortunately, there were five grade five alchemists sitting in the Alchemist Association at the last defense base city. Feng Yin's request was immediately approved.

After the five alchemists saw the specific situation of Feng Yin, they looked at each other and asked in unison. "Which one of you can inform Zhu Wangsheng? Zhu Wangsheng has already instructed that he has to personally watch over his students."

"Well, I remember that I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first…"

"Why are you leaving? Get back here! Do you think you're the only one who's afraid? I'm afraid too!"

"Who isn't afraid of Zhu Wangsheng? In a while, if his disciple's talent and intelligence could enter his eyes, we will be dealt a blow. If his performance is not satisfactory, he will even scold us alchemists for not discovering his disciple's talent early!"

"Damn it, I won't be in this last defense base city for next year's transfer opportunity!"

The five alchemists spoke one after another. Some of them even wanted to leave this place. Unfortunately, everyone knew that the person who said this was just saying it. Other than the last line of defense, where else could they find so many perfect alchemists!

A Grade Four Perfect Grade Alchemist, in the Nine Provinces Federation's position, could be matched with a Grade Six Alchemist!

Zhu Wangsheng was a seventh-grade alchemist, but if his title was full, it would be Perfect Seventh Grade Alchemist, his status would be higher than the Kings.

Zhu Wangsheng was already so outstanding, so he was naturally more strict with his disciples. According to the people who had acknowledged him and then left, Zhu Wangsheng's requirement for his disciples was that they had to be Perfect Grade Alchemists to be promoted.

An alchemist who was not a perfect alchemist could not take the alchemist test!

This request of his was extremely unreasonable. The Alchemist Association would definitely not allow such a thing to exist, but there was no other way. Who asked him, Zhu Wangsheng, to be the honorary vice president of the Alchemist Association?

The five examiners pushed each other back and forth. In the end, they still informed Zhu Wangsheng. After Zhu Wangsheng came from the Comprehensive Martial Academy, Feng Yin's third-grade alchemist assessment truly began.

When Feng Yin was at home, he had studied the pill formula that Zhu Wangsheng had given him. Due to his increment in his pill refinement rank, his success rate had decreased again, reaching 15%.

Of course, this success rate referred to the success rate of Perfect Grade medicinal pills. Ordinary medicinal pills had a guaranteed success rate of 100%.

Therefore, looking at the random Tier 3 pill formula in front of him, Feng Yin directly used the alchemy furnace of the Alchemist Association. After starting a fire, he did not even measure the weight of the medicinal ingredients. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, throwing it into the pill furnace.

The three alchemists present and the two alchemists accompanying Zhu Wangsheng in the private room at the back were so frightened that they almost jumped up!

The alchemist sitting with Zhu Wangsheng turned his head to look at Zhu Wangsheng. Seeing that his expression did not change much, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"What are you so nervous about?" Looking at Feng Yin's smooth movements, Zhu Wangsheng's brows relaxed. "If you can do it so smoothly, you will be able to break through to become a Grade Six alchemist."

Zhu Wangsheng rarely spoke during the disciple assessment. The two alchemists beside him were shocked for a moment before they realized what Zhu Wangsheng was talking about. Only then did they carefully look at Feng Yin's actions.

"Why does his action look so pleasing to the eye?" The fifth-grade alchemist on the left frowned and asked subconsciously.