"M-Mortal realm perfection?!"
Yao Lao's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
He had always known that Xiao Yan's soul talent was exceptional—so exceptional that his Soul Power had reached the middle mortal realm at fifteen, on par with a Tier 3 Alchemist.
But that understanding had always been vague. He had no idea what fortuitous encounter Xiao Yan had experienced, or just how quickly his spiritual strength was growing.
Yet just now, Xiao Yan's Soul Power had risen from the late mortal realm to the mortal realm peak, finally giving him a clear understanding of Xiao Yan's soul talent.
How old was Xiao Yan now?
Not even eighteen!
He had never practiced a Soul Technique in his life, nor had he ever consumed any secret treasure that enhanced the soul.
And yet his Soul Power had already reached the mortal realm peak?!
"A monster! A freak! You're practically inhuman!" Yao Lao shouted one verdict after another.
Xiao Yan's expression darkened. He felt as though he was being insulted.
"Teacher, stop, stop. I know you're a little worked up, but could you use some nicer descriptions?" Xiao Yan said helplessly.
Yao Lao calmed himself, and only after a good while did he blurt out, "You brat, you have a chance of attaining the legendary emperor realm soul someday!"
Xiao Yan wore the swaggering expression of someone who considered that perfectly obvious. "Teacher, why are you stating something so blindingly obvious?"
Yao Lao: ...
"You little brat! A couple of compliments, and you get arrogant!" Yao Lao feigned anger. "Don't you want to refine a Tier 7 Medicinal Pill? Fine, I'll show you that refining a Tier 7 Medicinal Pill isn't as easy as you think. Let's knock that confidence of yours down a peg!"
"By all means!" Xiao Yan was brimming