Hahaha! Little Feilin, I Missed You to Death

"Tell me. What do you need me to do?"

Otto coughed lightly and gave an awkward smile. "We want to try refining a Detoxification Pill, a beginner Fifth-Grade Pill. But with our abilities, we can't refine a pill of that level on our own, so we came up with a plan: four Peak Fourth-Grade Alchemists refining it together. We already have three people. We're still missing one, so we'd like to ask you for a favor, little brother."

After saying that, Otto and the others fixed their eyes on Xiao Meng, waiting to see how he would react.

"Old Otto, old Frank, you two really are useless. You're this old, yet you can't even refine a Fifth-Grade Pill. You've completely disgraced alchemists. If I were you, I'd have bought a block of tofu and smashed my head into it long ago," Xiao Meng said with a roll of his eyes and a curl of his lip.

Otto and Frank nearly stumbled to the ground. Their mouths twisted with anger. Did this guy even know how to speak like a human? At their age, becoming Fourth-Grade Alchemists was already an incredible achievement, all right?

Feilin and Xue Mei glared furiously, wishing they could pin this arrogant bastard to the ground and grind him into the floor.

But when they thought of how Xiao Meng refined Third-Grade Pills as easily as eating and drinking, all their anger vanished. He was an unprecedented genius in the Dao of alchemy, a peerless monster. Compared to him, not only were they nothing—even Pill King Gu He would pale in comparison before him.

"Kid, just tell us whether you'll help or not. If you won't, I'll feed that Red Spirit Fruit to the pigs," Otto said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Meng's face darkened. He abruptly rose