"How long does this pressure cooker need to whistle?" Emperor Tianhe asked with a frown.
The alchemist chuckled and replied, "Not long. Chen Xia is refining some elixirs inside. The output is astonishing—one pot can produce over a hundred elixirs, ranging from Lower Grade Elixir to Great Elixir, all shimmering in various colors."
"I've never heard of such a marvelous alchemical technique. It's quite intriguing," the other Great Emperors nodded, genuinely surprised.
They also marveled at Chen Xia's unconventional approach, guessing he might be the first alchemist to mass-produce elixirs, and the quality was no joke—from Dao Medicine to Great Elixir.
Just the mention of Dao Medicine already overshadowed most alchemists. It was the dream that countless alchemists across the Star Regions pursued their entire lives, yet for Chen Xia, it was the lowest grade in his batch.
Indeed, one shouldn't compare themselves to others.
The Great Emperors sighed. Suddenly, a voice announced, "Chen Xia has arrived!"
They turned to look and saw something slowly approaching from a distance. It wasn't Chen Xia himself, but something resembling a palanquin.
They frowned, unsure what kind of new-fangled display this was.
As the palanquin drew closer, they realized that Chen Xia was seated inside, and the ones carrying it were none other than the four Saints of Alchemy from the logistics department!
What the hell?
These are Saints of Alchemy! They're carrying a palanquin for you?
Even a Great Emperor wouldn't have that kind of face!
Did Chen Xia coerce them with his unique alchemical skills, forcing these Saints of Alchemy to carry his palanquin?
The Great Emperors frowned, their expressions no longer pleased.
With the urgent battles at the frontlines, how could this be taken so lightly? They needed to lecture Chen Xia properly, or the discipline at the frontlines would be ruined by him!
The palanquin neared, trembling slightly before landing.
Chen Xia leisurely stepped out, adjusted his sleeves, and glanced at the gathering of Saints with a light smile.
"Everyone's here, huh? I heard you all wanted to play chess with me. Who's first?"
The Great Emperors' expressions were stern, without any hint of jest. Emperor Tianhe spoke first.
Chen Xia, I know your alchemical skills are exquisite, and your techniques are masterful, but you shouldn't...
Before he could finish, a small voice came from behind.
"Hey, since you guys carried the palanquin this time, it's my turn next!"
It was one of the Saints of Alchemy speaking.
"Pfft, Chen Xia praised me for carrying it well today, with no bumps at all. Next time, it should be my turn again."
"Chen Xia had a warm conversation with me today. There's no way I'm giving up my spot!"
"Really? What did Chen Xia say to you?" the other Saints of Alchemy eagerly asked.
"Chen Xia said 'hi' to me!" The Saint of Alchemy crossed his arms, looking quite smug.
"Damn, I'm so jealous! No way, I need to work harder to get a 'hi' from Chen Xia too!"
The Saints of Alchemy vowed enthusiastically.
"Shouldn't what?" Chen Xia asked Emperor Tianhe, who was momentarily stunned.
Emperor Tianhe scratched his head and chuckled.
"You shouldn't have met me without saying 'hi.'"
The other Great Emperors either looked down at their feet or gazed around, avoiding the topic altogether.
They had realized by now that these Saints of Alchemy had become fervent followers of Chen Xia, proud to carry his palanquin.
Chen Xia had no time to chat with them, as the elixirs were almost ready.
He walked forward to the alchemical cauldron, stretched out his hand, and used the divine ability of Small World in the Palm. Glancing up, the cauldron was now within his palm.
The alchemists gathered around, their expressions fervent and devout, focused solely on faith.
"Living for so long, I've never seen a batch production of elixirs. Today, I must witness it," Tian Sen the Great Emperor said, eagerly anticipating.
The other Great Emperors, though silent, shared the same thought, eager to broaden their horizons.
Chen Xia held the alchemical cauldron in his left hand, which had transformed into a small world, and covered it with his right hand, forming a sky above it. Within, five-colored thunder crackled!
"Thunder Dao, likely at the Great Saint level, with some minor impurities," Emperor Tianhe analyzed quickly, his eyes sharp.
The Middle-aged Emperor, who bore the sun and moon on his shoulders, nodded.
"Indeed, this Thunder Dao is probably Chen Xia's weakest path compared to his Way of the Sword and Time Dao. But that's normal. If all his paths were top-tier, he wouldn't seem like a cultivator at all."
It was rare to see a weakness in Chen Xia, and the Great Emperors couldn't help but feel excited.
However, even though it was a weak point compared to his other three paths, Thunder Dao was still quite powerful on its own, even touching upon the realm of the Supreme Heavenly Thunder.
While the Great Emperors were still pondering, Chen Xia had already placed his hand over the cauldron. His expression was calm, but as he unleashed the thunder in his palm, it exploded like a roaring thunderpool, causing his robe to billow and his hair to fly.
"Rise!"
He shouted sharply, lifting his hand upward with force. The lid of the cauldron shot up, suspended in mid-air.
A rich aroma of elixirs began to emanate from the cauldron, each with its own unique scent and colorful elixir patterns.
Chen Xia extended his hand, and the elixirs emerged one by one, neatly aligning themselves according to their quality. A glance revealed exactly a hundred elixirs.
The Great Emperors looked confused.
"What... what kind of alchemical technique is this?"
Chen Xia waved his hand and chuckled, "What era are we in? Still refining traditional elixirs?"
This was his new alchemical method.
The alchemists, their expressions fervent and devout, knelt down and chanted in unison, "Chen Xia's alchemy is unparalleled in the world!"
Chen Xia beckoned, and the hundred elixirs flew toward him, entering his sleeve one by one. He handed the Dao Medicines to the alchemists to feed to the dogs, then took half of the Great Elixirs for the logistics department's reserves.
The remaining elixirs were naturally for Chen Xia himself. Within his sleeve, which had transformed into a small world, he now stored over a thousand elixirs.
All painstakingly cooked by him.
Well, it was quite painstaking, considering how long he had to wait.
Batch production of elixirs—that was Chen Xia's alchemy!
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