The two took the sheets of paper. As they read what was recorded on them, their gazes sharpened.
Every stage, from adding ingredients and controlling the pill flame to refinement techniques and the timing of fusion, had its problems marked in detail, along with solutions.
There was nothing wrong with Tong Banzhi's brain, and he soon asked in surprise, "Junior Brother, you know alchemy?"
Yan Biao looked up blankly. "I do!"
"I wasn't asking you!" Tong Banzhi roared.
Tang Yan did not deny it. "A little."
"Then could you teach us alchemy, Junior Brother?" Tong Banzhi suddenly asked hopefully.
Tang Yan paused. "You want to learn alchemy?"
Tong Banzhi was rather speechless. "Of course. Who joins the Pill Alliance for anything other than alchemy?"
"Does Third Senior Brother want to learn?" Tang Yan pointed at Yan Biao.
Tong Banzhi answered for Yan Biao. "Even a fool became a Ninth-Tier Alchemist. Do you think he wants to learn?"
Tang Yan suddenly felt some anger toward Rao Baoyue.
His second senior brother's talent for the Pill Dao might not count for much in the Pill Alliance, where geniuses emerged in droves, but it certainly could not be called poor.
The same went for his third senior brother.
If they had not wanted to learn, it would have been one thing for Rao Baoyue to leave them alone.
Yet here she was, seeking an easy life under the righteous banner of "not leading her disciples astray," leaving the two to fend for themselves.
Could those without enough talent simply be discarded like worn-out shoes?
If she could not even impart the Dao and teach her craft, was she worthy of the title "master"?
Anger flared in Tang Yan's heart, and he shot to his feet, ready to head to the summit and argue