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Join the ServerWhen the words “fifth-grade mid-tier potion” came out, the entire venue erupted in an uproar. Everyone knew that the only fifth-year apothecary, Fan Jian, had only managed to brew a fifth-grade primary potion, and not even of particularly good quality. But this last-place student, Ye Xingchen, had actually concocted a potion even more potent than his?
It was simply astonishing. If the fourth-grade potion from the second-to-last, Liu Yuxuan, had been enough to shut the arrogant senior students’ stinking mouths, then this fifth-grade potion from the last-place Ye Xingchen was enough to slap those useless fools in the face, teaching them who the real waste was.
“How… how is this possible?” The seniors who had been so cocky moments ago had completely lost their arrogance. They looked like castrated roosters, almost ready to kneel.
The most exaggerated expression belonged to Fan Jian. He had been confident that he would take first place in this preliminary round. Never did he expect to be surpassed by a junior who had just entered his third year!
That was a fifth-grade potion! Mid-tier, no less! What did that mean? Fan Jian had spent years studying and had only just reached the fifth-grade primary level. It wasn’t that he was hiding his strength; it was simply his limit.
After all, alchemy, like magic, required talent. But he never thought that he, once so arrogant, would experience such a crushing setback twice.
The first time was when he entered the third-year practical combat class and met the ice goddess, Ji Ruxue. Back then, he never imagined that a fellow third-year student could directly brew a fifth-grade potion. That talent was monstrous.
And now, he was defeated by another third-year student—this one even more ridiculous than Ji Ruxue, starting with a fifth-grade mid-tier potion. The most absurd part was that this person was the last-place student in his year!
Was the world going mad? Or was he? He couldn’t tell anymore.
Since the quality of the potions in this match was already obvious, the competition ended without any suspense.
The potion instructor looked at this menstruating male student, Ye Xingchen, and smiled faintly.
It seemed this kid had been hiding his true abilities quite well.
She couldn’t speak for his magical prowess, but based on her judgment as Tang Wanrou, his potion skills far exceeded what he had shown. In fact, he might be even stronger than the secretive Liu Yuxuan.
After all, from the way he had concealed his technique and his mental fortitude, he was far superior to that kid Liu Yuxuan.
As soon as the match ended, Ye Xingchen slipped away from the scene like an eel.
He hadn’t wanted to draw attention in the first place. If not for the special circumstances, he wouldn’t have been so conspicuous.
Fame was a burden, and he was already Su Liyue’s rumored boyfriend. If word spread that he was also a genius apothecary, who knew what unexpected trouble would come next?
However, at that moment, an unexpected killing intent caught Ye Xingchen’s attention.
Having spent years in the cultivation world, he was acutely sensitive to killing intent. Even though the aura was well-hidden and faint, he still detected it.
What puzzled him was that this was the Starcast Magic Academy of the Aetherland Empire. Who would be bold enough to cause trouble on campus?
Did they think the instructors and Dean Yu Qinglan were merely for show?
Or did this person have absolute confidence in their strength—enough to not fear the old monster dean and all the instructors?
If they were that strong, why would they need to sneak around?
Shaking his head, he decided to ignore it as long as it didn’t involve him. With his current special identity, it was better to avoid trouble.
Ye Xingchen let out a breath. Right now, all he wanted was to go back to his dorm, lie down, reminisce about his time on Earth, and enjoy being a carefree shut-in.
But things rarely went as planned. He hadn’t gone far when a figure blocked his path. From her appearance and demeanor, she exuded a cold, mature aura. She looked like trouble.
Not that he spent his days ogling beauties like Li Yunxin did. So he had no idea that this woman was the ice goddess of the fifth year, Ji Ruxue, the top apothecary in the academy.
But Ye Xingchen had seen all kinds of beauties in the cultivation world. Cold types like her were the hardest to deal with. Even back then, he would take a detour to avoid them, let alone now.
So without a word, he tried to slip away before she could speak.
His action left Ji Ruxue dumbfounded. She was one of the academy’s beauties, and this Ye Xingchen was blatantly ignoring her?
A wave of speechlessness washed over her.
She wasn’t here for romance; she just wanted to ask about his potion. But he hadn’t even let her speak before dismissing her. Was he that arrogant?
After a moment of thought, she spoke coldly, “Junior Ye, do you think that winning one match makes you invincible?”
Ye Xingchen stopped. “Senior, you misunderstand. I’m just hungry and want to go rest. If you have nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
He didn’t waste words. He was already surrounded by beautiful girls, all campus beauties. People might think he was building a harem! Besides, he was only here as Su Liyue’s supporting role. The protagonist should be Su Liyue herself, right?
He had been fine for three years, but as soon as he entered practical class, all these beauties appeared out of nowhere! If the Yaochi Saintess ever found out, she’d break his third leg.
And given his current dual-body situation, not to mention the Yaochi Saintess, was he supposed to just start a harem and let Su Liyue become the harem leader to manage three thousand concubines?
The very thought was absurd. Marrying himself was ridiculous enough, and now he had to decide whether to be the harem king or the harem queen?
What a joke. Even in the cultivation world, few men had that kind of fortune.
Rumor had it that a male cultivator who started a harem, even after reaching the Venerable realm, ended up drained because he couldn’t handle too many women!
That incident had shocked the entire cultivation world. Everyone knew about it.
Since then, people understood the terror of female cultivators. In the past, they were considered cauldrons, but times had changed. The cultivation world now advocated equality, and male cultivators could also be juicers!
Thus, not daring to delay, Ye Xingchen only wanted to flee before he became the next juicer.
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