Of course, Lu Ming also knew that he could only refine grade-five medicinal pills at present, and was unable to refine even grade-six ones.
He would likely fail to pass the first round if he went to participate in the Alchemist Association Alliance, so he merely felt somewhat annoyed with Lin Chuan rather than harboring any deep hatred.
After some inquiries, Lin Chuan learned the registration rules. Although the requirements were simple, the sects imposed strict limitations.
The number of people a sect could register was directly tied to its rank.
For instance, the Tianyuan Sword Sect was a six-star sect, so it could send ten people to participate in the alchemist gathering, whereas the Baicao Sect was only a two-star sect, giving them a quota of just two people.
With less than three days remaining until the alchemist gathering began, Mu Qinghe still intended to drag Lin Chuan out for a stroll, but Lin Chuan dared not go out now.
Firstly, he was practically out of spirit stones; secondly, he was afraid of running into that Tong Wusheng again.
Besides, Lu Ming had already used a fierce glare to warn him: *If you dare agree, I'll fight you to the death.*
Therefore, Lin Chuan rejected Mu Qinghe's invitation without the slightest hesitation.
After sending the two of them away, Lin Chuan began to enjoy his final moments of leisure. Ever since Xianbao Pavilion abandoned him last time, Yanzhen had never come looking for him again.
He did not know what exactly had happened, nor did…
Chapter 463