Chapter 158: Show Off on the Spot?

"Naturally, there's nothing to hide about this," Wei Yang nodded.

"Hiss~"

Everyone collectively drew in a breath of cold air.

That's right, previously, no one had reacted. Master Wei had said from the beginning that he was twenty-one, and his wife...nineteen.

What kind of celestial couple is this?

"Then... may I ask your grade?" The middle-aged fourth-grade alchemist asked with some difficulty, his voice dry.

Everyone was also nervously staring at Wei Yang.

"My grade? I can refine the Dou Ling Pill," Wei Yang smiled.

The crowd fell silent.

Dou Ling Pill.

A fifth-grade peak pill!

If one can refine the Dou Ling Pill, then naturally, they are a fifth-grade peak alchemist.

For example, the president of the guild, Lord Farma, is a fifth-grade peak alchemist.

And the success rate of President Farma refining the Dou Ling Pill seems to be only about thirty percent.

In other words, a fifth-grade peak alchemist does not necessarily succeed in refining the Dou Ling Pill.

But those who can successfully refine the Dou Ling Pill are undoubtedly fifth-grade peak alchemists, or even more.

Thus, Master Wei is on par with President Farma in terms of alchemy skills.

Everyone's expression suddenly became even more respectful.

Today, a grandmaster has come to the headquarters of the Alchemist Guild!

It won't be long before this news spreads rapidly, shaking the entire imperial capital, even the empire.

The status of a fifth-grade peak alchemist is not to be taken lightly.

...

After a while.

Xian'er also completed the nurturing of her pill.

As expected, although she took a little more time, the pill she refined was also of premium quality, with pill patterns.

Based on this alone, everyone present could determine that Xian'er's alchemy skills were at least at a second-grade peak.

Creak~

At this moment, the heavy door suddenly opened.

Both doors swung wide open.

Everyone's eyes looked over.

Outside the door, four guards were bowing respectfully, heads lowered, not daring to look around.

A group of elders dressed in alchemist robes walked in with smiling faces.

Leading them was an elder with snow-white hair, who spoke with a hearty old laugh: "I heard a fellow alchemist has arrived, so we came especially to meet."

He was the guild's vice-president, Chaimir.

And beside Chaimir was another elder dressed in purple alchemist robes with a face like dried bark and cloudy eyes, looking like one at death's door.

But strangely, the group of old men who entered seemed to faintly regard him as their leader.

Even Vice President Chaimir, who had just spoken, was slightly behind by half a body, indicating his identity's significance.

This group of old men who came in were the top figures of the Imperial Alchemist Guild headquarters.

Any one of them picked out at random could shake the outside world with their presence.

At first glance, not one was below a fourth-grade peak.

Everyone looked surprised as they gazed at the elder in purple robes.

Unexpectedly, even President Farma was alarmed and came personally.

President Farma hardly shows up.

It's heard that he is about to step into the sixth-grade alchemist level.

In the alchemy circle of the empire, President Farma's reputation is comparable to that of the Pill King Gu He, if not more.

Even Pill King Gu He shows courteous respect when meeting President Farma.

Because before Gu He rose to fame, President Farma had greatly helped and mentored him, which could be considered a kindness of recognizing talent.

...

"Greetings to the President, Vice-President, and elders!" Everyone bowed respectfully.

Xian'er also bowed slightly.

Wei Yang just smiled and cupped his hands slightly.

"No need for formalities," Vice President Chaimir waved his hand.

Then, the group of old men's gazes fell solemnly on Wei Yang.

It was because Wei Yang had just shown an equal courtesy of meeting a peer.

The first impression was youth, extreme youth.

Not just on the surface but youth of spirit.

It was a young, vigorous spirit that couldn't be faked.

"You are the Master Wei?" Chaimir asked hesitantly.

Even the dry-faced, cloudy-eyed elder looked closely at Wei Yang, a subtle gleam flashing in his old eyes.

"Wei Yang, greetings to all," Wei Yang cupped his hands.

The group of old men reciprocated.

"Truly, talents emerge from every generation!" President Farma's face, with its dry skin, showed a kind smile, "Young man, you have greatly surprised this old man!"

Indeed, surprised.

Because, with his strength and soul level perception, he couldn't discern a single thing about this young man before him.

To know, he was at the pinnacle of the Dou Huang level, and his soul strength could match that of a mid-to-high Dou Zong.

Yes, according to soul realms division, Farma's soul realm was at the peak of the mortal realm, one level higher than Xian'er.

Farma, astonished, glanced at Xian'er beside Wei Yang, then froze, pupils contracting sharply, as if seeing something unfathomable.

This time, he saw clearly.

But because he saw clearly, he was shocked—no, terrified!

Six-star Dou Huang!

What kind of joke is this?

Farma was nearly startled to death, his heart almost pausing for a moment. He stared incredulously at Xian'er, mouth agape, "You…"

"Ye Xian'er greets senior," Xian'er smiled, hands clasped at her abdomen, slightly bending, performing a salute.

"This is our president, Lord Farma," Oba whispered.

Wei Yang nodded, having guessed it.

President Farma took a deep breath, closed his eyes momentarily to calm himself, then opened his eyes again to look at Xian'er, saying with meaning: "You don't have to be so formal, you truly astonish this old man!"

"You flatter me, senior," Xian'er smiled gently.

The atmosphere turned somewhat strange.

People looked around, puzzled as to why President Farma suddenly behaved this way.

Could it be that this white-clad, silver-haired, ethereal woman had something more shocking than President Farma?

She was merely Master Wei's wife.

The spotlight should be on Master Wei right now!

President Farma, after a deep look at Xian'er, didn't intend to reveal more, returning his gaze to Wei Yang, his expression growing slightly solemn.

Oba discreetly briefed the newly arrived elders on the previous situation through sound transmission.

Soon, the elders were all shocked, looking at Wei Yang.

Able to refine Dou Ling Pills?!

They stared intently at Wei Yang, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Wei Yang remained composed, calm and unburdened, showing no sign of nervousness.

"Haha, indeed heroes come from the young! Your age, yet your alchemy skills reached such heights; I've lived for so many years, it's the first I've heard, truly ashamed," Farma spoke slowly.

His voice, though slightly hoarse, had a compelling force that made people reluctant to interrupt.

"You flatter me, senior. I just have a bit of talent," Wei Yang chuckled, not elaborating further.

"Would you let us witness it?" Vice President Chaimir asked with a smile.

Words alone aren't enough; they needed to see it with their own eyes.

This matter was, frankly, unbelievable.

Everyone looked at Wei Yang expectantly.

"Of course." Wei Yang nodded, "How about refining a Dou Ling Pill? I'm quite proficient in it, and the ingredients are ready."

Everyone got excited immediately.

They were so thrilled that they were trembling a bit.

Oh my, coming here today was the right decision.

A big day indeed!

What luck it was to witness such an event.

A fifth-grade peak alchemist would demonstrate refining a Dou Ling Pill in person!

Such a scene, many might never see in a lifetime.

As for assessments?

No one cared about such trivial matters now.

"Refining a Dou Ling Pill? Naturally, that's perfect," the elderly all nodded in agreement, eagerly rubbing their hands.

"Here?" Wei Yang glanced around, particularly at the six newcomers who had just been assessed standing awkwardly on stage.

"Should we find a quieter place for you, Mr. Wei?" Vice President Chaimir asked nervously.

Everyone was tense, looking at Wei Yang.

Some alchemists preferred tranquility while refining and didn't want any interruptions.

"That's not necessary," Wei Yang chuckled, "Let's do it here."

"Yay~ Great! Thank you, Master Wei!" Everyone cheered in unison.

They quickly found seats, sitting properly.

Even the elderly scrambled for the front seats, their agility unbelievable, on par with the young people.

Naturally, the elders had their privileges, sitting at the very front, with no one daring to contend with them.

However, some in the room seemed out of place.

Oba stood up, gesturing to the six newcomers still on stage unsure of what to do, instructing loudly: "What are you standing there for? Come down quickly! We're all sitting to watch; do you intend to stand on stage and watch? Hmm?"

"Ah? Yes!" The six newcomers jumped at his words, almost wetting themselves.

In front of everyone, they quickly scurried down, hunched and tiptoeing, zipping to the back to sit quietly.

"Close the doors!" Vice President Chaimir waved, ordering, "Guards outside, close the doors immediately. Remember, do not open them for anyone. If you disturb Mr. Wei's refining, it's against us all!"

Everyone nodded, smiling, even President Farma.

Darn!

These old geezers, hogging it for themselves!

The four guards had black lines on their foreheads; they wanted to watch too.

But duty called.

"Yes!" The four guards bowed regretfully, exchanged glances full of envy and helplessness, and closed the doors from the outside.

Creak~

Boom!

The heavy doors slowly closed.