“I see. It seems that my Luck's run out." Mrs. Jenkins’ cheeks flushed in embarrassment .

As soon as Goodwin turned away from Mrs. Jenkins, he lowered his voice and spoke to Julie. "I lied to the old woman. You may drink as much as you like. I planted the herb myself, and there's more where that came from. There are no age restrictions for consuming the herb.”

"I understand." Julie had always been an honest woman and never encountered a person like Goodwin. What a strange man! Julie thought to herself.

Several of the clans present were on good terms with the Jenkins family and sent representatives to watch the competition.

Once the guests took their seats, the host immediately announced the start of the competition.

“The first fight of the martial match is Grover Moreno versus Lochlan Jenkins.

Contestants of the Literary match, please get ready!" The martial and Literary matches occurred at different locations, with a variety of contestants for each competition.

For the martial match, the contestants would have to fight in one-on-one combat.

The contestants of the Literary match would begin at the same time. As the events started, the pill alchemists were creating pills, weapon masters were forging new weapons, and even the healers performed acupuncture skills of different grades on the medical mannequins. Afterwards, the judges would decide if the acupuncture was a success.

“Miss Maria Jenkins, what do you think?"

Isla finished setting up the fire of alchemy, but it was her first time at the competition. She couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach.

Maria was the only person who could calm her in that situation.

“You need to reduce the fire slightly and place the medicinal materials inside after ten minutes." Maria gave her advice in a calm, even tone. She sounded a bit like a teacher.

From a few steps away, Vivian couldn't help but glance at Maria.

What was going on over there? How could Maria have the audacity to give unsolicited advice when her own talent was underdeveloped? Vivian thought to herself in confusion.

Vivian thought it was a joke. She'd been anxiously preparing the past few days for the event. Today, she needed to make at least a standard first-grade Concentration Pill.

If contestants created pills of the same grade in the competition, their results would depend on the differences in effect.

For example, if a Concentration Pill had less than 40% efficacy of a perfect pill, then it would basically be regarded as a low-quality pill. Usually, the ones who created these low-quality pills were the novices.

If the pill's efficacy rate were higher than 40% but Lower than 60% of the perfect score, the pill was considered an unfinished product.

After learning for some time, a first-grade pill alchemist could easily create a semi-finished Concentration Pill.

If the efficacy of the Concentration Pill exceeded 60% of the perfect pill, it was considered a standard pill.

Outstanding first-grade pill alchemists and those above the second-grade could easily create the Concentration Pill. The pill was considered entry-level difficulty.

However, rumors surrounded the most common Concentration Pill.

No one had ever created a pill with an efficacy of more than 95% of the perfect pill.