Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Dragon's Breath Elixir! A level-six elixir?!"

The moment Soraya spoke, everyone around her widened their eyes in shock.

Not only was Dragon's Breath Elixir incredibly rare and valuable, but the process to create it was also extremely difficult. Only a level-six alchemist with immense skill could even attempt it.

But more importantly…

"Dragon's Breath Elixir requires dragon saliva as a key ingredient. Does Soraya actually have dragon saliva?!"

Everyone knew how rare and revered dragons were. They almost never interacted with humans.

Getting dragon saliva? That was practically impossible.

"The more potent the spiritual energy in the dragon saliva, the better the quality of the Dragon's Breath Elixir. And the saliva I've obtained," Soraya continued, "was borrowed from the mouth of a dragon elder."

With that, she added, "With this dragon saliva, the quality of this batch of Dragon's Breath Elixir will likely surpass any elixir you've ever seen."

Soraya conjured a small wooden vial in her hand and let a few drops of pale golden liquid fall into the alchemy furnace.

Instantly, the previously ordinary ingredients inside the furnace began to boil under the influence of the dragon saliva.

As soon as the lid of the furnace closed, a wave of energy rippled outward, spreading through the surroundings.

The spiritual energy contained within was astonishing.

"This dragon saliva's energy is truly something else!"

While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Soraya had already begun controlling the furnace.

Her movements were so fluid, so precise, it was as if she had become one with the furnace itself.

"I heard Soraya started practicing alchemy when she was just three years old. She grew up treating elixirs like regular meals. Her understanding of alchemy is beyond what most people can even comprehend. No one in the entire Western Region can match her!"

"Wait, that wasn't just a rumor?"

"I always thought Soraya's story was exaggerated, but the way she's handling this… You'd have to be completely in tune with alchemy to reach this level of mastery. A level-six alchemist? She's more than earned that title!"

The scene left everyone completely dumbfounded.

Even the level-five alchemists, who had been treated like masters just moments ago, now seemed utterly insignificant in comparison.

At that moment, it felt like every gaze on Battleforge Mountain was fixed on Soraya.

"This… this girl… Is she even human? How am I supposed to show my face after this?"

"Damn it! Why did an alchemist from the Western Region have to come here and steal our spotlight?"

Boom!

Boom!

The pressure was too much for some of the alchemists. Their furnaces suddenly exploded.

The backlash from their failed attempts, combined with their shaken confidence, caused several alchemists to collapse, coughing up blood, looking utterly defeated.

Among them were even some of the most respected level-five alchemists.

As they looked back at Soraya, every alchemist now saw her as a thorn in their side, a constant reminder of their humiliation.

It wasn't just that she had stolen the spotlight—her very presence felt like she was grinding their faces into the dirt.

But with each furnace that exploded, with each alchemist that fell, Soraya's brilliance only seemed to shine brighter.

A lone alchemist from the Western Region had come and, with overwhelming skill, left countless others spitting blood in frustration.

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This moment of glory was enough to make Soraya the undisputed center of attention on all of Battleforge Mountain.

Without meaning to, Soraya glanced at Timothy in the crowd, a small, smug smile playing on her lips.

It was as if she was saying, "So, what do you think? Bet you didn't expect the person you were just chatting with to be a level-six alchemist, huh?"

But then she noticed something odd—Timothy didn't seem fazed at all. He looked completely indifferent, as if he hadn't even registered her presence.

"Alright then, let me show you what I can really do."

With a determined look, Soraya suddenly raised her hand and poured the entire vial of Dragon's saliva into the alchemy furnace.

As the last drop of the Dragon's saliva entered the furnace, the atmosphere around it changed dramatically. It was as if a dragon's roar echoed through the air. The furnace trembled, and waves of intense heat began to radiate outward.

At the same time, a thick, overwhelming aura of spiritual energy started pouring out of the furnace. The sheer power contained within was so immense that it left everyone in awe.

"The Dragon's Breath Elixir… it's complete!"

As the furnace lid opened, a light mist drifted out, revealing perfectly formed elixirs, each with a faint golden hue.

Soraya had actually succeeded in creating a batch of level-six Dragon's Breath Elixir!

While it wasn't the flawless version described in ancient texts, the fact that she had reached this level was something only a handful of people across the entire continent of Elant could achieve.

"Miss Soraya, please, I must buy this batch of elixirs! Name your price—no matter the cost, even if it means draining our entire sect's treasury, I have to have it!"

In an instant, countless sects were scrambling to be the first to make an offer.

Even the elder who had organized the Alchemy Tournament nodded in acknowledgment, letting out a long sigh. He didn't want someone from the Western Region to steal the spotlight, but given the circumstances, no one could deny Soraya's overwhelming skill.

It was clear now—she would undoubtedly claim one of the top three spots in the tournament.

As for the remaining trials, it seemed like the other two competitors didn't stand a chance.

"In that case, Soraya will be one of the three participants in the final trial—"

"Dragon's Breath Elixir? Funny, I can make that too. How about I give it a shot?"

The elder's voice was suddenly interrupted.

All eyes turned to see Timothy walking forward, holding the hand of a young girl—Azura.

"Wait, did he bring his daughter to the Alchemy Tournament?"

A wave of disbelief washed over the crowd. Most powerful alchemists were known to be detached from family ties, and none would bring their children to such a prestigious event. No one had ever heard of a young, talented alchemist with a daughter in tow.

Dragon's Breath Elixir was a level-six elixir, after all. It wasn't something you could just casually whip up.

"Kid, you may look impressive, but the Alchemy Tournament on Battleforge Mountain is a tradition that's been upheld for thousands of years. It's not something you can just mock. Do you even understand how rare and precious a level-six elixir is? It's not something an ordinary alchemist can even dream of making. And let's not forget—you need Dragon's saliva. Do you even have that?"

"Dragon's saliva? Of course, I have some."

Timothy calmly pulled out his alchemy furnace.

The furnace was engraved with a fiery phoenix, a gift from Sylvia.

"That furnace…"

The moment they saw it, many in the crowd felt a shiver run down their spines. They had never seen this particular furnace before, but its aura was unmistakably extraordinary.

Could this kid actually be a master alchemist?

"I'll do the same as that young lady and make a Dragon's Breath Elixir. But a level-six elixir? That's a bit too basic. I think I'll go ahead and make a level-seven batch instead."

Timothy turned to Azura. "Azura, bring the Dragon's saliva."

"Alright."

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Azura walked up to the furnace.

And then…

Spit.

She spat into the furnace.

"Wait, you're telling me that is Dragon's saliva?!"

In an instant, everyone was completely dumbfounded.