Chapter 137 Bet
The Alchemist Association has many empty alchemy rooms for alchemists to use in making pills.

Chang Ping deliberately chose an alchemy room where the furnace had just exploded. The interior was charred and dilapidated, and filled with a burnt smell.

"Son-in-law, don't you want to make an elixir? How can you do it without an elixir furnace? Has your elixir-making skill reached the level where you can use the heaven and earth as a furnace?" Hu Shuo had his hands behind his back, with an expression of watching a show.

Humph, this wild boy who stole Yang Xin away must be ridiculed today.

If he hadn't intervened, Yang Xin might have been his grandson's wife now!

Maybe he could now overthrow old man Gu Yan and take the position of president of the Alchemist Association!

"I haven't reached the same high level as Master Hu Shuo, but I like to use my own alchemy furnace and don't like to use one that others have used. Just like marrying a wife, I don't like to marry a second-hand one that others don't want anymore." Chang Ping chuckled.

He took out the golden alchemy furnace from his little finger ring and set it up at the site where the alchemy furnace exploded.

There is a furnace in every alchemy room, which is made of special high-temperature resistant materials and is not afraid of being burned or exploded.

Hu Shuo snorted coldly, his face looking as ugly as if he had swallowed a dead fly. How could Chang Ping know that he wanted to kill him and let his grandson marry Yang Xin, a second-hand commodity? Did the map thing come to light?
"With this broken little furnace of yours, which is like a spittoon, how many pills can you refine at one time?" Hu Shuo asked contemptuously.

Chang Ping smiled slightly: "Don't look at my alchemy furnace as small, like your shaved head, but it can also refine ten pills, not one more, not one less, and each one is of good quality."

"Humph! All good quality? You're just bragging, aren't you afraid of blowing your own horn out of proportion?" Hu Shuo sneered disdainfully. Even though he was a high-level alchemy master, he was not sure that he could refine a whole furnace of good quality pills. Chang Ping, a young boy, dared to make such a boast. He really didn't know what he was talking about.

"Since Master Hu Shuo doesn't believe it, how about we make a bet?" Chang Ping said with a smile, "If I can refine ten high-quality Soul-Condensing Pills with this furnace, how about you shave your head? Anyway, the weather is so hot, and you will feel cooler if you shave your head!"

"Okay!" Hu Shuo readily agreed, secretly cursing the boy for seeking death. He smiled and said, "If you can't refine it, take off your clothes and run around the Alchemist Association three times, how about that?"

He admitted that Chang Ping was a genius in cultivation. He became a gold five-star demon spirit master at a young age, which made him ten times better than Ye Han, the adopted son of the Fengxue family.

But alchemy is not cultivation, it takes time to accumulate and settle, and it needs countless alchemy practices to improve. Alchemy skills are not something he can acquire by just talking and touching his upper lip to his lower lip.

He was over seventy years old and only by chance did he reach the level of a senior alchemy master.

Chang Ping has not yet reached the age of thirty. Let alone the level of a junior alchemy master, he probably can't even reach the level of a senior alchemy apprentice. It is simply a pipe dream for him to refine a Soul-Condensing Pill, and a high-quality Soul-Condensing Pill.

Only an intermediate-level alchemy master has a certain chance of refining a high-quality Soul-Condensing Pill, and at most two or three pills can be made in one furnace.

He is sure to win this bet.

"When Chang Ping ran around the Alchemist Association with his bare bottom, I really wanted to know what expressions were on Gu Yan and Yang Xin's faces." Hu Shuo sneered in his heart, as if he had already won.

"Since Elder Hu Shuo has agreed, then you should go find a few people to be witnesses, so that no one will deny it when the time comes." Chang Ping said expressionlessly, "I'll start once the people are found. But you have to hurry, I'm in a hurry."

"Wait! I'll be back soon!" Hu Shuo ran out of the alchemy room, first went to the board of directors' hall to call Yang Xin, then went to the president's hall to call Gu Yan, and finally called the other elders of the Elder Council.

Only Yang Xin and two elders arrived. Gu Yan and the other three elders were concentrating on refining pills, so we couldn't come.

"A Ping, how could you make such a bet with Hu Shuo? Are you crazy? Do you know what a high-quality Soul Condensing Pill means? Even a high-level alchemy master like President Gu Yan can only refine half a furnace of high-quality pills at most. How dare you say you can refine a full furnace?"

Yang Xinxing'er opened her eyes wide and touched Chang Ping's forehead, suspecting that he had a fever and that his soul had been sucked away by that slutty fox Shen Xiu, causing him to lose his mind.

He said that he had not refined pills for a long time, and his technique was rusty. Today was his first day of refining. It was good enough that he could refine an ordinary Soul-Condensing Pill, but he even boasted that he could refine a whole furnace of good Soul-Condensing Pills. I really don't know what was going on in his head?

If he is really as awesome as he says, then why doesn't he help President Gu Yan refine the Nine Revolutions Pill? Since he has the alchemy skills to refine a whole furnace of good quality Soul Condensing Pills, then he can refine a furnace of ordinary Nine Revolutions Pills!
"Don't worry, I will never run naked!" Chang Ping sat cross-legged in front of the golden elixir furnace, sorting the herbs and smiling confidently.

"Elder Hu Shuo, my son-in-law said he would not run naked. What do you think?" Elder Mu Yang asked with a smile, the loose flesh on his face trembling like an old lady.

Elder Hu Shuo snorted coldly, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "I hope that when the results come out later, the son-in-law will still be stubborn."

"Elder Hu Shuo sounds a little unconfident in what he said!" Elder Huyan Ming looked at Elder Hu Shuo with a smile. He also believed that Chang Ping could refine a furnace of high-quality Soul-Condensing Pills.

Chang Ping is too young and what he says is not credible at all.

"Are you really okay?" Yang Xin half-knelt beside Chang Ping, frowning and looking at Chang Ping worriedly with one eye.

If Chang Ping loses, not only his wife, but also President Gu Yan, who had gone against all odds to help them, will lose face, and his influence in the Alchemist Association will be greatly weakened.

"Enough! Stop nagging! You haven't even become a grandmother yet, but you're still nagging like this. What will you be like when you become one?" Chang Ping waved his hand casually, signaling Yang Xin to step back. He was going to start refining the elixir.

Yang Xin snorted, gritted her teeth, and warned in a low voice: "If you lose, never get on my bed again!"

"Is it possible? Is it possible that I will lose? Can you please be more confident in your man?" Chang Ping rolled his eyes and said with a very malicious taste: "After all, I am the master of that little beast Nie Li, how can my alchemy skills be bad?"

"That's true!" Yang Xin nodded, turned around, faced Chang Ping with his buttocks, and slowly stood up.

If Chang Ping loses, then it will prove that what Nie Li said is true, he is a fake!

However, what good is it to pretend to be Nie Li's master? Chang Ping didn't steal the elixirs and demon coins given to Nie Li's real master, did he?

There were many incomprehensible things in this, and she couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)