Burning with Rage, Courting Death

Yuwen Ze was furious, and the consequences were severe.

His eyes blazed with rage.

A mere First-level Alchemist actually dared question him—had he eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall?

"I wasn't questioning Alchemist Yuwen. I was merely asking whether there was any Spirit Guiding Yuan Grass left!"

This First-level Alchemist was rather stubborn by nature. Rather than falling silent, he continued speaking.

If he had been facing anyone else, there would have been nothing wrong with this question. It was only natural to have doubts.

Everyone had seen fifty portions of Spirit Guiding Yuan Grass delivered to the Spiritual Medicine Tower. That was no small amount. Perhaps when they had been sent in, the person helping with the exchange had not noticed, and thus did not know about it.

That was perfectly normal. A little communication between both sides would have resolved it without any issue.

"You still claim you weren't questioning me? Right now, you are questioning me!"

"I'm a Third-level Alchemist. Do I need to be questioned by a First-level Alchemist like you?"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Ze's rage surged once more.

It was as though he could see that this First-level Alchemist was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him and embarrass him.

Over this recent period, he had endured far too much mockery and ridicule. Some people did not dare say it to his face, so they endlessly cursed him behind his back.

Others constantly spread the word, turning him into a joke within the Pill Pavilion.

Previously, he had been set up in a pill contest, causing problems during his alchemy, and people had called him an idiot.

Then, after returning from the Divine Pill Ceremony without making any improvement, things had changed again. Now, people called him stupid.

Stupid as a pig—such