"I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Judging by the energy shield on that little girl last time, the Pill King's strength has likely reached the Dou Zong level. Coupled with the Heavenly Flame he recently acquired, there's a strong chance his alchemy has broken through to the seventh grade. As his only disciple, that little girl probably possesses more valuable items than an ordinary Dou Huang. If she truly takes out what she has, a mere peak Da Dou Shi likely won't even be able to break her shield." Yao Chen's voice carried a trace of gravity. Reaching the Dou Zong level and becoming a Seventh-grade Alchemist in such a small place both required extraordinarily powerful talent. Even in Central Continent, that land of outstanding people and abundant spiritual energy, he could claim a place for himself.
It had to be said, this was a cruel truth. A Seventh-grade Alchemist and a Dou Zong-level expert—both were far beyond Xiao Yan's understanding. In his eyes, the strongest experts in the Jia Ma Empire were merely Dou Huangs, while the highest-ranking alchemists were only sixth-grade. Yet now, the teacher he had always relied upon was telling him that the master of someone who might become his enemy was actually such an existence who had surpassed those limits.
"You've got to be kidding! With that kind of strength and alchemy, why does no one in the empire know about him?" Hearing this, Xiao Yan forced his exhausted body upright and shouted.
"Who knows what he's thinking? Everyone has their own secrets. Hiding one's strength isn't anything strange." Yao Chen understood it well enough. After all, how many powerful experts had normal personalities? They all had peculiar habits that outsiders found strange.
Suppressing his exhaustion, Xiao Yan said, "Teacher, please take out the