"Heh, Master Yuan really thinks highly of you."
The master of Thirteen Peaks looked at Chen Changming and let out a lukewarm sneer.
"Master Thirteen Peaks, that's an interesting thing to say! I, Chen, wouldn't dare claim my alchemy is unmatched beneath heaven, but I am certainly among the world's foremost alchemists. Is it not perfectly normal for Master Yuan to think highly of me?"
Chen Changming shot back without yielding an inch.
Before the master of Thirteen Peaks, he too unleashed his full firepower.
"What outrageous boasting!"
The master of Thirteen Peaks snorted coldly, his face turning pale with rage.
This Chen Shan was truly arrogant. He actually dared speak to him like that—he must have a death wish.
"What do you mean, outrageous boasting? Master Thirteen Peaks, mind your words."
An aged voice came from outside the hall.
A moment later, Yuan Jingyang strolled into the Sect Master Hall.
"Greetings, Sect Master."
The moment he appeared, he paid his respects to He Changkong.
Seeing that even Yuan Jingyang had arrived, He Changkong felt somewhat stifled. Forcing down his emotions, he said evenly, "Master Yuan, there is no need for such courtesy."
Yuan Jingyang swept his gaze around, then cupped his hands and said calmly, "Sect Master, Peak Masters, elders, my gift of the Li Fire Ice Marrow Pill to Chen Shan was a personal act. It did not use any of the sect's resources."
He Changkong's expression shifted slightly.
He sensed that Yuan Jingyang was angry.
Yuan Jingyang was one of Eastern Jin's ten greatest alchemists, renowned far and wide. Those seeking his services in alchemy were as numerous as the hairs on an ox, so naturally, he did not lack medicinal ingredients.
Even though the ingredients for the Li Fire Ice Marrow Pill were exceedingly scarce, Yuan