Jiang Donghua grinned, wearing an infuriatingly smug expression.
"Master, you need to learn to admit that some geniuses are just this amazing."
Elder Mo Xuan's beard twitched. He nearly failed to stop himself from slapping him, but quickly took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart as he calmly patted Jiang Donghua on the shoulder.
"That's enough, brat. This old man knows what you're thinking."
He snorted.
"You just want some benefits, don't you? Tomorrow, I'll give you a Mysterious-grade Combat Skill. It's not like this old man is going anywhere."
"A Mysterious-grade Combat Skill?!"
Jiang Donghua's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped closer.
"Master, don't try to fob me off with some Yellow-grade one!"
"Get lost!"
Mo Xuan laughed and cursed.
"This old man isn't that stingy!"
The conversation between master and disciple landed in the surrounding students' ears like a series of heavy hammers smashing ruthlessly into their hearts.
Less than a year, and he could already refine Third-grade Pills?!
And he had even made Elder Mo Xuan personally offer him a Mysterious-grade Combat Skill?!
Was anyone else supposed to live after this?!
One student lowered his head to look at the First-grade Pill he had barely managed to refine, and suddenly found it utterly joyless. He even felt like crying.
"Should I... should I switch careers and become a farmer?"
he muttered to himself.
"Farming? Heh, you probably can't even recognize all the spirit herbs."
The person beside him gave a self-deprecating laugh.
The entire Alchemy Department hall was filled with an overwhelming air of self-doubt.
Originally, they had thought that reaching Third-grade Alchemist before graduation would already make them geniuses.
But Jiang Donghua's appearance had completely shattered their fantasies.
So beyond geniuses, there were even more heaven-defying geniuses!
And they could not even