Long Chen's roar finally drew the attention of the higher-ups, but it seemed the Dan Institute's executives didn't want to show themselves, only sending a voice transmission.
However, this transmission was like an imperial decree, and the elderly mentor's expression turned extremely grim.
"Sit down in your seat." The old man said coldly. Clearly, he couldn't keep making things difficult for Long Chen over being late, so he could only continue with the lesson.
So, under everyone's astonished gazes, Long Chen walked over to his seat, because there was only one empty seat and it was easy to find.
During this process, many of the disciples cast admiring glances. Long Chen actually dared to curse the mentor, yet the mentor was helpless against him. Such courage is not something just anyone can have.
However, some people showed a mocking smile, clearly not optimistic about Long Chen, this reckless rookie, thinking that if he offended the mentor, he would eventually die a miserable death.
Most people just kept their eyes straight ahead, as if nothing had happened. This was the wisest choice, as they feared that any expression or glance of their might upset the mentor.
"Class will begin now. Although you have passed the entry-level assessment, that does not mean you are qualified to come to the Alchemy Institute to cultivate the Way of Alchemy.
Next comes a period of study and observation. After this period, you can be considered an outer disciple of the Alchemy Institute.
So, this period is especially important to you. I don't care what status you have outside, nor how famous you once were.
Here, as a student, you must adopt an attitude of humble learning. The old man said coldly, deliberately glancing at Long Chen with a very obvious intention.
Long Chen couldn't even be bothered to look at him. This Lingxiao Academy left him deeply disappointed. He was considering whether to leave this place and travel the world, or perhaps find a way to find his parents first.
The old man went on with a long explanation, mostly about correcting a learning attitude and clarifying the learning goals—a clichéd theory.
After saying this, he began to talk about some basic alchemy knowledge. Long Chen almost burst out laughing. The basics were really basic, even covering the structure and characteristics of the pill fire and furnace.
Since they passed the assessment, it meant everyone here was a practitioner of alchemy. It was like telling an adult that you should eat with your mouth, breathe with your nose, and never touch iron until it is red-hot.
"Long Chen, what are you laughing at?" As the old man spoke, he suddenly shouted coldly.
Everyone immediately turned to look at Long Chen. Long Chen was stunned. Was my smile really that obvious?
"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny." Long Chen disdainfully lies.
"Do you think I'm just talking nonsense? Let me ask you, what is alchemy? The old man said coldly.
"Alchemy is the process of extracting medicinal properties and fusing them with the power of pill fire, soul power, and the power of the Heavenly Dao into a single spiritual entity." Long Chen said calmly.
"Hahaha... you don't even understand the most basic alchemy knowledge, and you dare to act arrogant? Truly a frog at the bottom of a well—who can tell him what alchemy is? One
person stood up and said proudly, "Disciple knows, the way of alchemy encompasses all phenomena. The General Outline once recorded: Alchemists merge with the myriad Daos of heaven and earth, refining the worlds of the ten directions."
Rare medicines enter with the five natures of cold, cool, neutral, warm, and heat. Those who control them must turn through the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth... The
man opened his mouth as if reciting a book, reciting for nearly half an hour, his mouth flying everywhere. It must be said, this person recited it very fluently.
"Very well, have a seat." The old man nodded, casting a look of approval at the man. The disciple glanced at Long Chen, his eyes filled with cold sneer and mockery, clearly looking down on Long Chen, an ascender, from the bottom of his heart.
The old man turned to Long Chen and sneered, "I haven't read your dossier. I don't know how you got a perfect score, but you can't even remember the basics. It seems even the seniors at the Alchemy Institute sometimes overlook things." The
old man implied that Long Chen was able to score a perfect score, which must have been due to the examiner's oversight, allowing him to sneak in.
"Let me ask you again, how many technique variations does the alchemical fire have?" The old man seemed to deliberately argue with Long Chen and asked again.
"Countless kinds," Long Chen said with a sly smile, seemingly understanding the old man's intentions.
"Hmph, what a ridiculous joke. Who can answer him? How many are there?" The old man snorted coldly.
"A total of 3,916 types. Those who can control over a hundred can become mentors." A disciple stood up and said.
"Did you hear that? You don't understand anything, yet you're still so arrogant. Who gave you such courage? The old man sneered.
"Who gave me the courage doesn't matter; what matters is that it's my turn to ask you. Tell me, how many kinds of rare medicines are there in the world?" Long Chen said calmly.
"87,634,361."
The old man said almost without hesitation, "Using such childish questions to test me, I really worry about your intelligence. Do you think everyone is as ignorant as you?" As
soon as the old man finished speaking, many people burst out laughing. It seemed that Long Chen's question was indeed ignorant. Even such questions couldn't trouble them, yet he came to ask the mentor—it was simply asking for humiliation.
"Then what is this in my hand?" After Long Chen finished speaking, he produced a rare herb in his hand and tossed it to the old man.
The old man was momentarily stunned when he took it, then sneered, "This is just an item from the next generation, not on the Immortal Realm's roster." "
If you don't know him, then you don't. Stop pretending to be a big boss. My question just now was about the world, not the Immortal Realm. You didn't even understand the question and just spouted nonsense. Are you sure you've got a brain?"
The disciples present were taken aback. It seemed to be true. Since Long Chen said it was the world, it naturally included both the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm.
"I'm from the next cohort, I'm a frog at the bottom of a well, but aren't you the same? How do you know that outside the Immortal Realm, there is no greater world?
You mock me, but that's just calling someone from the pot a hundred steps wrong. Using limited knowledge to measure this infinitely vast world is itself foolish.
Mentor, mentor, guide you into the Dao, set an example for others. Someone as narrow-minded as you is worthy of being a mentor? Long Chen stood up after speaking.
"What are you doing?" The mentor already looked grim, and seeing Long Chen stand up, he couldn't help but become furious.
"The turbid qi inside me is too heavy, circulating internally in my five organs, forming a transmission force that pushes qi and blood downward.
Driven by external forces, the movement accelerated, impurities gathered, seeking a breakthrough..." Long Chen said as he gestured.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Everyone was confused, and the old man shouted angrily.
"I want to say I need to poop."
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Just now, you managed to explain a long explanation about pill refining. I thought I'd express it in your own way."
It seems my way of expressing myself might not be very good, which has made you all laugh at me. Everyone, farewell. After
Long Chen finished speaking, he walked out. Damn it, what a trashy place. I haven't learned any skills, but I'm about to be furious. If I don't stay here, there will be somewhere to stay; if I don't stay anywhere, I'd rather have no way out.
Seeing Long Chen ignore everyone and try to leave on his own, the mentor had never encountered such a situation in his life. He trembled with anger. As Long Chen passed by him, he slapped Long Chen across the face.
"Boom!"
Just as he made his move, the table in front of him appeared in Long Chen's hand. The heavy table slammed heavily onto the old man's forehead, the immense force piercing through the three-inch-thick table, exposing his head.
"Bang!"
Long Chen kicked the old man in the stomach, sending him flying backward, crashing hard into the wall. He was embedded in the wall, already unconscious, still hanging from the desk around his neck. For a moment, the whole classroom fell silent.
Long Chen clapped his hands and, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, walked toward the main gate.