Eighth Grade
At Bi Fan's words, Chu Pengcheng's heart jolted. He was just about to say something when, suddenly, he sensed Spiritual Power as vast and deep as the sea pouring from Bi Fan.
Feeling that Spiritual Power, Chu Pengcheng's pupils contracted sharply. He stared at Bi Fan in disbelief.
"An Eighth-grade Alchemist?"
It wasn't just him. The others in the hall also stared at Bi Fan with wide eyes, unable to believe it.
As alchemists, they naturally knew how important Spiritual Power was. The Spiritual Power Bi Fan was releasing felt as vast and deep as the ocean, far surpassing their own.
Even Lei Tianhu, a Seventh-grade Alchemist, didn't possess such terrifying Spiritual Power.
One by one, they watched Bi Fan, their eyes full of anticipation as they waited for his answer.
Chu He most of all. He stared at Bi Fan with wide eyes, his gaze brimming with astonishment.
It seemed he still hadn't gotten over the fact that Bi Fan had gone from being a fraud to an alchemist.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Bi Fan gave a slight nod. "That's right!"
Though Chu Pengcheng had already suspected as much, hearing Bi Fan confirm it himself still felt like a dream.
Happiness had come too suddenly. When he'd heard Chu He say he'd invited the Pill King, he couldn't help but feel hopeful. Later, when he saw that Bi Fan wasn't the Pill King, how could he not have felt disappointed? But he'd never imagined that Bi Fan was an Eighth-grade Alchemist.
As far as he knew, even the Pill King was, at most, a mid-level Seventh-grade Alchemist, while Bi Fan was an Eighth-grade Alchemist.
They'd missed out on the Pill King but had managed to invite an Eighth-grade Alchemist, someone even more formidable. Alchemists of this caliber