Chapter 430: Twisted Reasoning—A Raid on Xiao Yan!

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"One more question," Su Qian asked with a humble tone, "when refining advancement pills, how do you handle the instability in medicinal energy caused by the refinement process?"

Xiao Yan gave a slight smile, his gaze steady as he replied, "In refining advancement pills, specific techniques are required to stabilize the energy of the ingredients. This includes adding certain auxiliary ingredients, adjusting the flame, and carefully managing each step of the process to ensure both efficacy and potency of the final pill.

I have a few methods for you to consider. For instance…"

Xiao Yan sat upright, his face composed as he explained in detail.

Su Qian listened in astonishment, unable to contain his shock. He hadn't expected Xiao Yan to be so knowledgeable about alchemy. Even as the chief alchemist of Jia Nan Academy, he couldn't fully answer these questions, yet Xiao Yan did so effortlessly. Su Qian's respect and admiration for Xiao Yan's abilities only grew as his doubts began to dissipate.

"Impressive!" Su Qian exclaimed, "Student Wuya, your talent in alchemy far exceeds my expectations."

Xiao Yan nodded with a modest smile, "I still have a long way to go and need to work even harder."

Su Qian regarded Xiao Yan with profound respect. His eyes reflected a strong desire to learn, and he looked at Xiao Yan almost like a student seeking guidance. "Wuya, I'd like to ask one final question—how can I improve my own alchemy skills?"

Seated with a focused expression, Xiao Yan nodded slightly, recalling the guidance his master, Shui Wuya, had once shared with him. In a few concise yet profound words, he replied, "To improve your alchemy skills, you must continuously practice and study, while keeping a calm heart. Pay close attention to every detail and find insight within the process itself."

Surprised by Xiao Yan's advice, Su Qian fell into a contemplative silence, feeling as though he'd glimpsed a higher level of understanding. Waves of thought churned within him as he processed the wisdom.

"I understand now," Su Qian finally said with firm resolve, "Thank you, Wuya. I'll work to improve my alchemy skills, though it may not be possible to reach your level."

Xiao Yan offered an encouraging smile, his gaze filled with sincerity, "Elder, you're too modest. As a powerful figure of our time, I'm confident that you can become a true alchemy master."

The two continued discussing alchemy, and with Xiao Yan's guidance, it was as though Su Qian had unlocked a new door, gaining a glimpse into the profound depths of the alchemical arts.

Lost in thought, Su Qian's brows furrowed as he contemplated Xiao Yan's insights.

"White Clan here!"

"Xiao Wuya! If you don't want to die, get out here immediately!"

Just then, a clamor erupted outside, shattering Su Qian's concentration. Urgent footsteps and loud shouts could be heard from beyond the door.

Su Qian, now deep in meditation, ignored the noise, but Xiao Yan couldn't help but glance up, frowning as he looked toward the entrance of the dorm.

Outside, a group of White Clan students had gathered, banging on the door and shouting angrily as if they intended to storm the entire dorm.

Their faces were full of hostility and discontent, as if they had come with a pressing issue to confront Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Wuya, open the door! We need to speak with you!"

One of the students called out, his voice thick with impatience and challenge.

The White Clan students, faces arrogant and brimming with disdain, kicked at the door repeatedly, shouting and cursing with no sign of restraint.

"Did you hear me? Get out here, Xiao Wuya!"

"If you're not out by the count of three, don't blame us for what happens next!"

Inside, silence reigned. Growing impatient, the White Clan students exchanged glances, awaiting instructions from Bai Cheng, who stepped forward, his eyes cold as he knocked on the door, voice laced with threat: "Xiao Yan, it's Bai Cheng.

You've heard of me, right? It'd be wise for you to come out now. Cooperate, and I can guarantee your safety."

His words carried a heavy air of menace, sending a chill through the air. Following Bai Cheng's lead, the White Clan members struck exaggerated, intimidating poses, brimming with confidence. In their minds, with someone as influential as Bai Cheng here, Xiao Yan would have no choice but to surrender and comply; defiance would only invite retribution.

But then, the door opened, and a small figure stepped out—it was Zi Yan.

Hands on her hips, her gaze cold as ice, she glared at the White Clan members with unwavering authority. Her voice, laced with undeniable command, rang out: "What's all the noise about? Do you realize you're disturbing Brother Wuya?"

Zi Yan's sudden appearance made the White Clan students instinctively take a step back, fear flashing in their eyes. Zi Yan wasn't just the adopted daughter of Elder Su Qian; she was a formidable figure in her own right, a renowned force within Jia Nan Academy. Even elders and instructors had to show her respect.

Bai Cheng's heart filled with unease as he faced Zi Yan, fully aware that she was not someone he could afford to cross.

Bai Cheng glared at her, his voice tinged with suspicion and anger: "Why are you so protective of that Xiao Wuya? What's he to you? Or have you forgotten that he stole the academy's Heavenly Flame? He's an enemy of the academy!"

Zi Yan's gaze remained steady, showing no trace of fear as she met Bai Cheng's glare head-on. "I don't care about any of that.

Anyone who messes with Brother Wuya messes with me."

Hearing the firmness in Zi Yan's tone, Bai Cheng grew increasingly anxious, but he was at a loss for how to proceed.

At that moment, another figure emerged from the dormitory—it was Xiao Yan himself.

"What do you want with me? If there's a problem, address it directly," he said, his voice steady and unwavering. His expression was calm, as if the group before him were nothing more than ants.

Bai Cheng sneered, "So, you finally came out."

Without hesitation, he brazenly demanded the Heavenly Flame from Xiao Yan.

Standing there, Bai Cheng's voice was full of self-righteousness: "The Heavenly Flame belongs to all Jia Nan Academy students. It isn't something you should monopolize!"

Xiao Yan frowned, locking eyes with Bai Cheng. "The academy's leaders have already agreed to let me have the Heavenly Flame. Who do you think you are to demand it from me? Are you planning to rob me?"

Bai Cheng's face twisted with arrogance as he scoffed, "Who said I'm robbing you? I'm just asking to borrow it for a while."

Xiao Yan let out a mocking laugh.

What a shameless guy.

He responded with a cold snort, "And if I refuse?"

Bai Cheng sneered back, "Refuse? Ha, if you don't hand it over, I'll make you regret it!"

(End of chapter)