novelzi Chapter 92 Supreme Grade Pill
Chapter 92 Supreme Grade Pill
While someone was happily plotting to abuse the silver spoon that had been laid before him, Wen Ran's master, on the other hand, felt an eerie shiver crawl down his spine. The sense of unease gripped him, as if an invisible force was closing in.@@@@
"Just what the hell is that brat planning?" The old man couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. A sense of unease crept through his bones, and though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he had the distinct impression that Wen Ran was up to something—something that could turn the tables in a way he hadn't expected. The old man's mind raced, but he had no idea just how deeply his disciple was plotting against him. The realization would come too late.
For an entire month, Wen Ran locked himself away in his private quarters, tirelessly refining pills. The days bled into each other, marked only by the flickering flames of his furnace and the relentless grind of his focus. Outside, the entire sect was in turmoil, unaware of the brewing storm within its walls.
Zhang Dawei, enraged and relentless, searched high and low for Wen Ran. The man's fury knew no bounds, and he had engaged in several confrontations with Luo Feng, demanding answers about Wen Ran's whereabouts. Luo Feng, ever the sly fox, denied knowing anything, feigning ignorance with an ease that only someone so skilled in deception could manage. He wasn't concerned with Zhang Dawei's threats.
In truth, Luo Feng didn't care about Wen Ran's well-being—he had no loyalty to his "sworn brother" beyond the convenience of it all. What kept him intrigued was the unpredictable chaos Wen Ran had brought into their lives.
Luo Feng had never been one to seek trouble, but he relished watching others dive headfirst into it. I wonder how strong he'll be when he emerges, Luo Feng mused, his mind fixated on Wen Ran. He couldn't help but admire the genius behind the mess Wen Ran had created. The chaos, the audacity—it was all too much to resist for someone like him. Wen Ran was a problem maker, a force that thrived in the face of adversity, and Luo Feng admired that.
But Wen Ran didn't even spare him a glance. His focus was entirely on the last pill, his hands moving with the precision of someone who had long ago shed any fear of failure. If he succeeded with this final batch, he would have an entire mountain of pills at his disposal—pills that could elevate his cultivation to unimaginable heights.
"You never listen to me, do you?" The old man sighed as he watched from the side. Wen Ran's movements were now in perfect harmony with the furnace, as if he were an extension of it. At that moment, even the old man had to admit that Wen Ran had more natural talent than he ever had for alchemy. The idea of keeping Wen Ran as nothing more than a slave suddenly began to crack in the old man's mind. He didn't know what he wanted anymore—did he want Wen Ran to be his most beloved disciple? Or did he want him as a tool for the sect, a weapon to wield? Either way, he realized, he could have both, as long as he treated Wen Ran well.
But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a shout that sent a jolt through his chest.
"I succeeded!"
The old man jumped in place, startled by the sudden outburst. He hadn't expected such a loud reaction, but the moment his eyes landed on the small pill rolling out of the furnace, his shock turned to awe. The pill shimmered with an iridescent glow, like a jewel polished under the light, and he could feel its power radiating from it.
"Supreme Grade..." The old man muttered under his breath, his voice low and filled with a sense of disbelief. He stared at the pill in Wen Ran's palm with predatory gaze.