Hearing the laughter of the crowd, Nolan Xiong’s heart suddenly cracked open like a fissure.
In truth, he had not personally witnessed Yang Tian’s refinery skills; it was his daughter Naranda and Lu Da who had spoken of it.
As for what Lu Da had said at the time, he neither understood nor cared about the Sky Refiner’s ghostly thought process.
Having listened to many demons speak, Nolan Xiong could not feel more disheartened. Yet, Yang Tianqi still sat in the courtyard like a God. If you added a few fruits or melon seeds, wasn’t this the posture of a tea gathering?
This immediately made him anxious!
But the problem was that the refinery assembly had already begun, and he couldn’t just grab Yang Tian and demand to know what was happening!
After all, Paomu King was currently seated at the highest position. Were he to truly disrupt, it would mean disturbing the assembly’s order. Would Paomu King let him off?
So Nolan Xiong thought for a moment, then glanced at the suffering practitioners and asked, "What kind of person is Master Yang?"
The Chilean Fairy seemed still distracted. Hearing Nolan Xiong’s question, he impatiently asked while slowly opening his large eyes.
"Why hasn’t he started refining yet?"
Noticing the suffering practitioners were unclear, Nolan Siod spoke more clearly, his eyes filled with anxiety, attempting to channel his unease into the suffering practitioners.
Faced with Nolan Xiong’s distress, the suffering practitioners seemed to have never seen this kind of situation before. Slowly, they closed their eyes again and said, "Why are you naturally so concerned about him? When he decides, why are you so anxious?"
What’s there to be anxious about?
Hearing the words of the suffering practitioners, Nalang Xiong nearly jumped up in rage!
You know the Upper Wood King allotted ten days for the alchemy assembly.
This timeline was established for alchemists who had been refining for hundreds of years. If they wanted to seize every second, could they forcefully approach the suffering practitioners as he had?
But when he thought of asking again, the suffering doctor’s breathing began to sink, clearly losing control or falling back into himself.
So Xiong De could only arch his eyebrow, desperately jumping up to observe Yang Tian, hoping for a miracle.
Yet he was disappointed to find, for a full nine days, Yang Tian had not moved at all. Since the day he stepped down, Yang Tian had kept his eyes closed, transforming post-exhaustion into almost a monstrous energy, intermittently releasing a stable sphere-like effect. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
He had been practicing at the alchemy assembly.
Witnessing this, other demons could hardly hold back their laughter.
Especially when it came to cursing and murdering demons, the mockery was unrestrained. Laughing aloud, they shouted, "Humans! These are humans! Nolan Demon, where did you find this human? The more he refines, could he truly be practicing? This defies destiny!"
Narande Lord was in no mood. Only one day remained. Yang Tian had yet to begin refining. It could be said that at this moment, Narande Lord was utterly hopeless.
But he continued to curse demons, saying, "Why not lose your temper instead?"
At this moment, not far away, the Moonlight Monster, whistling coldly, remarked, "From where I’m seated, this is merely avoiding trouble! At the refinery assembly, are you here, Nolan Demon, to humiliate the Liu Mu Demon?"
Regardless, Nolan Kongde’s expression immediately changed.
I must admit, was the Moonlight God criticizing his inner thoughts?
Who is the Forest King?
The first ruler of the Northern Magic Kingdom!
To taunt the Wood Ghost is akin to courting death, is it not?
Nolan Xiong glanced upward, only to see Qin State’s invincibility, an expression of indifference on Emperor Qin Wu’s face. Although the Living Wood King showed no emotion, as the foremost sect under Living Wood King, Emperor Qin Wu invariably reflected the King’s mood.
Keeping this in mind, Narande did not challenge his adversary further.
Now overwhelmed with doubt, he began to suspect whether Yang Tian could be the Devil Emperor.
Had Yang Tian been deceiving or mocking him from the beginning?
Just then, Liu Mu Demon finally opened his mouth slowly, saying, "Half the time remains!"
Would this now seem more appealing to everyone’s eyes? All mockery clearly targeted Nolan Kongde. Evidently, everyone prepared for the laughter to erupt at the right time.
But right at this moment, Yang Tian, who hadn’t shifted an inch for nine and a half days, suddenly, slowly opened one eye. Then God-like, he stretched lazily and chuckled, "Time moves so slowly! Is there half a day left?"
"Slow? I’ve never met such an idiot,"
Upon Yang Tian’s statement, Little Yue Ghost immediately ridiculed him.
Other demons nodded, conspicuously siding with the Moonlight Demon’s view.
Cursing and murdering demons offered a direct jibe: "Looks like I don’t need to start the fire; your death is imminent!"
Sky Refiner’s ghostly thought?
Evidently, few demons among them had studied refining.
Could they shake the level necessary to master the practice planet, spending time in cultivation while bolstering their powers?
Who could comprehend Sky Refiner’s ghostly thought?
Everyone momentarily stared at the man, the one who earlier dared to utter about Yang Tian’s actions.
The speaker was a middle-aged man seated beside a demon’s table, clearly a lesser among demon ranks. After his previous outcry, once noticing several demons gazing at him, he became instantly uneasy.
But the demon beside him waved a grand sleeve and dispersed the group’s pressure. Then casually asked, "Speak! What is Sky Refiner’s ghostly thought?"
Relieved of the demons’ crushing force, the man immediately relaxed and quickly explained, "Sky Refiner’s ghostly thought is the legendary Ghost God Thought of alchemists. Its defining trait is the absence of a refining tripod and success rates plus efficiency hundreds or even thousands of times greater than standard refining techniques!"
However, this ghostly refining thought, due to the lack of a furnace, was exponentially challenging for fire and material control, making it the pinnacle skill only Alchemy Masters could grasp!
Success rates and efficiency hundreds of times greater?
How could this possibly be?
What’s more, did this man just claim only Alchemy Masters were accountable for refining Ghost God Thought?
Was this to suggest Yang Tian, ridiculed for nine and a half days, had at the mere age under 100 already ascended to the rank of an Alchemy Master?
The whistling Moon King, hearing the man’s claim, started drinking cold water indignantly.
These days, owing to his son’s demise, he harbored deep resentment against Little Yue Demon King, frequently ridiculing Yang Ri, second only to constant cursing and antagonizing the Demon Slayer.
To vent his frustrations.
Yet now this man dared to assert Yang Tian was an Alchemy Master, thereby slapping him metaphorically!
Who among demons and ghosts here knew the past? At one point, in pursuit of an Alchemy Master, Little Yue Demon King forged a top-tier Magic Treasure, nearly depleting his entire Sirius lifeline, alongside losing face among all demons lacking true strength.
Subsequently, juxtaposed against Alchemy Masters, it became universally evident, barring Moonlight Master’s clear acknowledgment, the stature remained unparalleled.
To curse-kill Demon Lord, a tone of disdainful amusement pierced: "Wishful words! If one thing is clear, do not speak recklessly! Why insult our Demon King’s insight for failing to recognize true brilliance?"