Old Yao's scalp prickled under Xiao Yan's stare, so he put on a generous front and said, "Go on. Tell me what you want, and your master will get it for you." Yet inwardly, he thought, What good things could a little brat like you possibly want? At most, a few Xuan-tier cultivation methods and Dou Skills.
"Really? Then give me a few Tian-tier cultivation methods and Dou Skills. I heard from my brothers that Tian-tier cultivation methods and Dou Skills are incredibly powerful."
Old Yao's face turned green after hearing Xiao Yan's request. He could only force out a dry laugh. "I don't have any Tian-tier cultivation methods, but..."
Before Old Yao could finish, Xiao Yan interrupted him. "What? You don't have any? Didn't you say you were amazing? Didn't you say there would be countless benefits if I took you as my master? You don't even have Tian-tier cultivation methods, so how can you claim to be so powerful?"
"Little one, a powerhouse cannot be measured by cultivation methods. Take alchemists, for example. They may not necessarily possess excellent cultivation methods, yet aren't they still respected by everyone? Aren't they still called powerhouses?" Old Yao said gloomily.
"Oh, you're an alchemist? What tier are you?" Xiao Yan asked.
"Of course I'm an alchemist. As for what tier... I seem to have forgotten." Old Yao replied with some pride.
"Tch. You can't even remember what tier of alchemist you are, yet you call yourself a powerhouse? Do you have dementia?" Xiao Yan continued to mock him. Inside, however, he was delighted. In the original story, there were few chances to see Old Yao suffer like this. If he did not tease him properly now, he might not get another chance later.
"You little brat, then tell me—among the alchemists