HPDBC Chapter 89 Snapping at the Master
Chapter 89 Snapping at the Master
The old man stopped dead in his tracks, completely shocked and flabbergasted. His eyes widened as he gazed at the pill in Wen Ran's hand, unable to process what he was seeing. "This... this... how...?" His words faltered, failing to capture the disbelief flooding his mind.
He had never imagined that Wen Ran would succeed, let alone craft something like this. The pill shimmered in the light, its scent filling the room with an otherworldly fragrance—far more refined than any pill the old man had ever created. He could feel the powerful spiritual energy emanating from it, almost overwhelming.
"A high-grade pill... and it must have at least seventy percent of the spiritual strength still intact... maybe even more," the old man whispered to himself, his throat dry as he swallowed hard. His hands trembled slightly, unable to hide the awe he felt. This was no ordinary creation. Wen Ran had managed to do something that even the master, with all his years of experience, could not replicate.
He turned his gaze to Wen Ran, who, in his ignorance, simply stared back at him. The old man could see the hesitation in his disciple's eyes, the uncertain but proud glimmer of someone who knew they had accomplished something monumental. And yet, despite the moment of triumph, Wen Ran's instinct was to hide the pill.
Before the old man could speak, Wen Ran quickly cupped his hands and bowed deeply, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of nervousness. "Disciple Wen Ran greets the master. Welcome back."
The old man stood frozen, his mouth hanging open as he stared at Wen Ran, unable to find words. He looked at his disciple as if he were some sort of monster, utterly baffled by what had just happened. The method Wen Ran had used was unlike anything the old man had ever seen before. It was a ruthless, almost reckless approach to something as sacred as an alchemy furnace, and the blatant disregard for the materials had shocked him. Yet, the result was undeniable. The pill that now rested in Wen Ran's hand was nothing short of miraculous.
"Tell me," the old man's voice trembled with excitement, though he tried to mask it. "How much of your power did you use to craft this pill? And how many of these can you craft in a day?"
"Come, come, kowtow before your master and prove your loyalty. After that, we can celebrate together."
Wen Ran's mind erupted with frustration, but he held it back, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. On the outside, he gave the old man a fake smile, his fists clenched. Inside, however, a storm of rebellion raged within him.
Who the fuck would kowtow to you, you old fossil... fuck... I have no way out. This doesn't count... it's just playing along... it doesn't count. I will never truly kowtow to anybody in my life!
His thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and defiance, but he knew better than to show it. Slowly, with clenched teeth, Wen Ran lowered himself onto his knees, performing the act of submission—yet in his heart, it felt like an act of betrayal to his own soul.
"Good, now..." The old man's voice was laced with smug satisfaction. "Pass the pill."
That was the last straw. Wen Ran's patience shattered.
"Old man, you're pushing it! Not in a million years, that's mine!" Wen Ran snapped, his voice filled with a ferocity he could no longer hide. The rage he had kept bottled up inside finally erupted, and the emotions he had forced down exploded out of him.