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Under everyone's gaze, Yao Wangui shook his head and gave a soft snort of contempt.

"Heh heh, a mere eighth-grade alchemist actually dares shamelessly accept the title of 'Continent's Foremost Alchemist'... To think you were once a member of my Yao Clan. Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughingstock of the world?"

"Looking at it now, this old man's decision to expel you back then truly could not have been more correct."

Such harsh, mocking words were like a poisoned blade, carrying a bone-piercing chill as they stabbed into Elder Yao's heart, making his expression turn extremely ugly in an instant.

"Yao... Wan... gui!"

Staring at Yao Wangui, Elder Yao tightly clenched both fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

But at this moment, he could not say a suitable rebuttal either—although Elder Yao had never called himself the "Continent's Foremost Alchemist," he had never refuted the matter either, and had even tacitly accepted the title at certain times.

However, his alchemy had not even reached the ninth grade yet. He truly did not deserve the title of "Continent's Foremost Alchemist."

But was this really his fault?!

Ninth-grade grandmasters were mostly legendary figures. They rarely appeared before others, and ordinary people found it difficult to glimpse their faces or know their names.

Under such circumstances, quite a few meddlesome people in the Central Plains had always liked picking the most famous grandmaster, then openly crowning them with the title of "Continent's Foremost Alchemist."

He, Yao Chen, was not the first person to be "crowned" in this way!

Now that Yao Wangui was publicly mocking him over this matter, Elder Yao inevitably felt somewhat ashamed, but even more than that, he felt anger that was difficult to suppress.

"That old undying Yao Wangui is clearly trying to humiliate me!"

Elder