Without question, Yang Chen now stood at the crest of the storm. For no other reason than his mention of a ninth-grade pill, everyone had turned their eyes on him, curious to see what trick he intended to pull.
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Chen felt somewhat helpless.
He could only say, "Well, aside from a guarantor, are there any other feasible methods? If possible, I'm willing to put up spirit stones as collateral!"
"I think this kid is just here to cause trouble."
"Exactly, what nonsense!"
For a time, quite a few people shouted angrily. Ever since Yang Chen had mentioned a ninth-grade pill, everyone had held a strong grudge against him. That was only natural. The tallest tree in the forest caught the wind first; Yang Chen was so young, yet with one sentence he wanted to suppress them all. How could the others not resent him?
If there had been no chance, so be it. But now that they had one, everyone began cursing him, fully convinced that Yang Chen had come to make trouble.
Not many people knew Yang Chen. Even among the few who had seen his face, their memories were vague. How could they connect the present Yang Chen with Yang Xilin, who had briefly basked in glory some time ago?
"Deacon Fu, I think this kid is here to stir up trouble. I suggest throwing him out. He has no Alchemist Token when one is required, no guarantor when one is required, and he wants to use spirit stones as collateral? What kind of behavior is that? What does he take the Alchemy Convention for?"
"I suggest we throw him out right away. There's no need to waste words on him!"
Deacon Fu's face had also darkened. By rights, the rule allowing spirit stones