Chapter 708 Heavenly Thunder of the Eighth-Rank Elixir (4)
Wen Wuwei was the calmest person present. As he listened to Mu Zhen's words, something seemed more and more wrong. He glanced at her coldly.
Everyone in the Fantasy Mansion was alarmed and ran out one after another, looking at the courtyard that was struck by lightning in surprise.
One of the alchemists had some knowledge. When he saw the thunder clouds in the sky, he looked startled: "This...is this the thunder disaster caused when refining the eighth-grade elixir?"
The thunder calamity of the eighth-grade elixir?
Wen Wuwei frowned slightly, turned to the alchemist, and asked, "Are you sure this is a thunder disaster?"
"Probably... right," the alchemist was also a little unsure, "When Bai Changfeng, the master of the Medicine Sect, broke through to the eighth level, I happened to be near the Medicine Sect and saw the thunder tribulation with my own eyes, and what happened now.
The thunder clouds are almost the same as before, but...the power of this thunderstorm seems to be more powerful than that then."
Therefore, he couldn't be sure for a while.
"Then...is the summit of Yun Summit in danger?"
Jun Tianyue asked with eyes full of worry.
"No," the alchemist shook his head, "I heard that the thunder tribulation of eighth-grade elixirs will only indiscriminately bomb the people who refine the elixirs, and will not endanger the people around them."
"Where's Miss Bai? She's an honorable person, can she withstand the lightning catastrophe of the eighth-grade elixir?" Jun Tianyue looked panicked and asked eagerly.
"This... at that time, Bai Changfeng was also refining the eighth-grade elixir after breaking through to the emperor level. It was very difficult to withstand the thunder calamity with the body of the emperor level." The alchemist slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity and shook his head.
"If I fail to resist, what will be the consequences?"
Jun Tianyue bit her lip.
She is not an alchemist, so she doesn't know anything about it. Moreover, in the mainland for many years, there has only been Bai Changfeng, an eighth-level alchemist. She has never seen anyone experience this, so she has no idea.
The alchemist paused and said, "My soul is gone."
The consequence of being unable to withstand the thunder tribulation is that one's soul will be destroyed.
Jun Tianyue's steps staggered, Bai Yan's face appeared in her mind, her heart felt sour, and tears appeared in her eyes.
"No, I have to go see Miss Bai. Only after seeing her can I feel at ease."
"Yue'er, don't be impulsive," Wen Wuwei hurriedly grabbed Jun Tianyue, "If you rush in now, it will affect Miss Bai. At that time, nothing will happen to her."
Jun Tianyue's footsteps stopped, she clenched her fists tightly, and her palms were covered with cold sweat.
"Eighth-grade elixir?" Mu Zhen sneered, "If a little girl in her twenties can refine eighth-grade elixir, then I will be a ninth-grade elixir pharmacist, haha."
The anger, annoyance and tension in Jun Tianyue's heart turned into gushing flames, and punched Mu Zhen in the chest.
Mu Zhen took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. She raised her head in shock, perhaps not expecting that Jun Tianyue would actually attack her.
Everyone in the Huan Mansion was also shocked.
In their minds, the lady was gentle and virtuous, and she had never made a move. Now, she beat Mu Zhen in public?
"Madam, am I wrong? She can't be an eighth-grade alchemist, and this can't be a thunder disaster!"
Mu Zhen gritted her teeth. She really didn't know how that girl had brainwashed Madam, so that Madam trusted her so much...
"Huh?"
A voice suddenly came from the void, old and powerful: "It's a coincidence that I came here. I actually saw someone refining the eighth-grade elixir. It seems that besides me, there are other eighth-grade alchemists in this continent.