Buried

Ye Qiu strode out of the Alchemy Academy, giving no one behind him a chance to stop him. Whoever tried to block him, he would take it up with them!

Behind him, absolute dead silence descended!

The Dean, the Vice Dean, the chief of the Law Enforcement Hall, and the rest all wore ugly, exceedingly awkward expressions.

Eight-colored pills—this was not one or two, nor one or two hundred, but a full two thousand!

At the very least, two thousand!

What kind of value was that?

What kind of status would allow someone to produce so many at once?

And he had even said they were nothing precious!

Fuck!

And that was on top of the peak Saint Level pill formula. This thing did not even belong to the Upper Realm.

Even the Pill Tower probably could not produce more than a few of such a high grade!

Good heavens!

And that Saint Emperor Dao—when it came to value, it was even more advanced than Myriad Laws Academy's deepest inheritance.

With all of that added together, Ye Qiu's background...?

No wonder his power to rally people was so terrifying. He simply gave far too much!

Yet they had still underestimated just how much that was.

"Look, just look..." The voice came from Dan Fourteen, who was already close to flying into a rage.

He then took out a booklet and held it before the Dean. "Do you know what this is?"

The Dean fell silent.

Dan Fourteen roared, "Life-Transmutation Art, Grand Life-Transmutation Art! Do you know what transmutation of life means?"

The Dean said, "..."

Dan Fourteen stared at him. "And nearly every successive master of my Alchemy Academy has bowed before him!"

The Dean said, "..."

"A master of one generation gave him the finishing touch!"

The Dean said,