"Whoosh!"
The uproar swept across the grounds like a tide, countless gazes converging on the black-robed figure, filled with envy, reverence, and even fanaticism!
An eighteen-year-old fourth-grade alchemist had already rewritten the Jia Ma Empire's records.
And now, before everyone's eyes, this young man had actually refined a fifth-grade pill, defeated the fourth-grade alchemist Yan Li, and claimed the tournament championship!
What monstrous talent was this?!
Yan Li's participation and defeat had become nothing more than stepping stones for Xiao Yan, cementing his reputation.
Whenever people spoke of the Alchemist Tournament in the future, the young man named Yan Xiao, who had once turned back the raging tide, would be the first to appear in their words, tinged with reverence.
"Haha, I knew this little fellow would be the final victor!"
Watching Xiao Yan calmly gather the leftover medicinal herbs on his stone platform, seemingly oblivious to the countless reverent, admiring, and even affectionate gazes upon him, Nalan Jie could not help laughing heartily.
"Yes."
Nalan Yanran nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the slender yet tall young man in the arena. An unusual hint of a smile slipped onto her otherwise composed, lovely face.
"He really is outstanding!"
"Outstanding hardly begins to describe him..."
Nalan Jie could not help smacking his lips.
"From today onward, I'm afraid every faction with even a little strength will start offering this little fellow an olive branch."
"That old fellow Hai Bodong was actually sly enough to get ahead of us! I really should have kept young Yan Xiao at the Nalan Family that day!"
Nalan Yanran's bright eyes shifted, and she suddenly spoke with a smile. "If we could get him to join the Misty Cloud Sect, his future accomplishments might surpass even Elder Gu He's!"
"Heh, what's this? Already recruiting