"At best, that's ‘Creating Something from Something.’ Do you genuinely believe the Pill Alchemist Association's examination is that rudimentary?" another individual responded with sarcasm.

Irritated, the first speaker retorted, "Very well! Then, please enlighten me, what would qualify as ‘Creating Something from Nothing'?"

"Well, I possess my insights, but why should I share them with you?"

Analogous dialogues reverberated throughout the venue.

Simultaneously, several staff members wheeled in numerous large crates.

"The association will supply all the requisite medicinal herbs for this examination. Subsequently, I request all candidates to step forward and specify the medicinal herbs required for your examination."

Following this, one individual inquired, “Are you sure you possess all the essential medicinal herbs for us? What if certain herbs are too rare for you to procure?"

Before the staff members could respond, this comment instantaneously elicited a round of laughter.

“Dude, if you have no use for your eyes, perhaps you could offer them to those in need. Upon your arrival, did you not witness the expansive medicinal fields? Are you suggesting the association can't furnish the requisite medicinal herbs? Come on! Are you a ninth-grade pill alchemist? What sort of celestial elixir are you attempting to concoct?"

The person who questioned the herb supply found himself the target of collective ridicule, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Just as the crowd reveled in their laughter, a girl of exquisite beauty and icy demeanor approached the staff.

“Do you carry ten-year-old Palm Mustar, Vermilion Grass that's three feet long, and a Knife-Shaped Core weighing over half a pound?" Maria asked, locking eyes with the employees in hopeful anticipation.

“What did you just ask for?" a staff stammered.

The staff members exchanged bewildered glances.

Palm Mustar? Its leaves resembled those of a pine tree, lush and verdant.

A single seed adorned each leaf, and consumption by an average person would result in an effortless leap of several meters, hence its nickname "Jump Grass."

In the martial arts world, Palm Mustar was considered a precious medicinal herb.

Additionally, it typically had a short lifespan, withering naturally after three to five years, leading people to collect its seeds for replanting.

"A ten-year-old Palm Mustar? There is no such thing in the world!" interjected a candidate from a prestigious family.

"A Vermilion Grass can grow up to three feet tall? That's impossible.

My family has several pots of this extremely valuable herb, and it's never grown longer than a finger," another onlooker chimed in.

"A Knife-Shaped Core that weighs half a pound? Seriously? Miss, do you think you're shopping at a market for pork?"

The crowd erupted in laughter, even louder than the jeers aimed at the previous skeptic of the Pill Alchemist Association's herb inventory.

"This is ridiculous! Can you believe what she's said?" Barbara chimed in, her laughter crisp and bright, capturing the immediate attention of those around her.