Invincible Divine Sword-Chapter 608 - : Show Off a Few Tricks

Chapter 608 -608: Show Off a Few Tricks

When the Storm Medicine God Zhao Yun immediately opposed the idea and with such determination, the Qi Tian Medicine God was somewhat surprised.

The Four Seasons Medicine God also spoke up, “I also feel that appointing Yang Xiaotian as an Elder of the Pharmacist Hall is somewhat hasty and reckless, even though Yang Xiaotian’s alchemy level is very high, he is only eighteen years old.”

Clearly, he did not agree with the decision to make Yang Xiaotian an Elder of the Pharmacist Hall either.

The Nine Phoenixes Medicine God and the Myriad Aspects Medicine God both kept silent, neither voicing support nor opposition.

“In that case, let’s proceed with the normal procedure,” the Qi Tian Medicine God thought it over and said.

If they were to follow the normal procedure, it would require going through layers of assessment.

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At this moment, Ren Xiaoxue led Yang Xiaotian to the front hall of the Pharmacist Hall.

The front hall was bustling with people coming and going, with many powerful figures coming for material transactions.

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The Empire Pharmacist Hall of the Zhongtian Continent was much larger than that of the Linyuan Empire and had a greater variety of materials. Many rare materials not found in the Linyuan Empire’s Pharmacist Hall could be seen here.

Just as Ren Xiaoxue was explaining the situation of the Zhongtian Pharmacist Hall to Yang Xiaotian, suddenly, a group of pharmacists came their way from a distance.

The leading pharmacist was a young man.

The young man, dressed in the robe of an Eight-Star Alchemist, wore an air of arrogance and walked with his nose in the air.

Upon seeing the Eight-Star Alchemist, Ren Xiaoxue’s brows furrowed, clearly harboring no good feelings towards him.

The young man approached Ren Xiaoxue and Yang Xiaotian, and smilingly said to Ren Xiaoxue, “Sister Ren, is this the Divine Protector Alchemist, sir?”

Despite her dislike for the young man, Ren Xiaoxue still nodded.

The young man gave Yang Xiaotian a fist cup salute and said with a smile, “So it is indeed the Divine Protector Alchemist, sir. The Divine Protector Alchemist is indeed unexpectedly young.”

Ordinarily, an Eight-Star Alchemist would need to bow in the presence of a Nine-Star Alchemist like Yang Xiaotian, but the young man only gave a fist cup salute, looking very familiar.

“Who are you? Do I know you?” Yang Xiaotian, seeing the other’s flippant demeanor, did not hide his disdain, “As an Eight-Star Alchemist, don’t you know you should bow when you see a Nine-Star Medicine God?”

The young man’s smile stiffened, and under the watchful eyes of the public, he still bowed and then said, “I am Zhao Dingyi, I have seen the Divine Protector Alchemist, sir.”

“My master is the Storm Medicine God,” he continued, raising his voice, “I heard that the Divine Protector Alchemist produced a Divine Miracle God-Breaking Pill protected by the gods in less than a quarter of an hour, which is truly unprecedented and remarkable.”

Then he added, “However, the Divine Protector Alchemist is only in the Saint Realm, right? For someone in the Saint Realm to refine a God-Breaking Pill protected by the gods, it’s really hard to believe.”

The last remark was clearly a challenge to Yang Xiaotian.

It fell just short of saying outright that Yang Xiaotian, a mere individual of the Saint Realm, simply couldn’t have possibly refined a Divine Miracle God-Breaking Pill.

Thus, Yang Xiaotian’s Nine-Star Medicine God status must be fake!

The various powerful figures in the hall couldn’t help but look over.

All eyes fell on Yang Xiaotian.

The audience began to murmur among themselves.

Ren Xiaoxue’s expression darkened, “Zhao Dingyi, are you questioning the Divine Protector Alchemist, sir, and my master?”

After all, it was the Qi Tian Medicine God who had presided over Yang Xiaotian’s assessment.

Zhao Dingyi, however, remained unruffled, waved his hand with a smile, and said, “Miss Ren, you jest. As an Eight-Star Alchemist, how dare I question the great Qi Tian Medicine God.”

The implication being, if he were a Ten-Star Medicine God, then he would dare to question.

He then turned to Yang Xiaotian, “I’m not questioning the Divine Protector Alchemist, sir, but the fact that the Divine Protector Alchemist, at only the fourth level of the Saint Realm, could refine a God-Breaking Pill protected by the gods, that’s too absurd.”

“Many pharmacists in the Pharmacist Hall find it hard to believe, so they all want to see firsthand how the Divine Protector Alchemist did it.”

“Divine Protector Alchemist, show us a trick or two, why don’t you, so we can broaden our horizons?”

Hearing someone, a mere Eight-Star Pharmacist, asking him to demonstrate his skills by concocting a God-Breaking Pill, blessed by the gods, to broaden their horizons, Yang Xiaotian’s expression turned cold.

To concoct a Divine Level Elixir protected by the gods is a Divine Miracle.

Since it is a Divine Miracle, it cannot be successfully concocted every time.

Zhao Dingyi was clearly looking for trouble.

Seeing the look on Yang Xiaotian’s face, Zhao Dingyi smiled and said, “Could it be that the Divine Protector Alchemist can’t concoct a God-Breaking Pill blessed by the gods? Could it be that the recent rumors are false?”

Everyone in the great hall fixed their gaze on Yang Xiaotian.

“Show you a trick or two, to broaden your horizons?” Yang Xiaotian said, his expression calm.

Zhao Dingyi’s smile was radiant, “I still request the Divine Protector Alchemist to enlighten me.”

However, no sooner had he finished speaking, that suddenly, Yang Xiaotian slapped his face.

Smack!

A crisp sound of a slap resonated.

Yang Xiaotian’s hand landed squarely on Zhao Dingyi’s left cheek.

Zhao Dingyi immediately had a clear handprint on his left cheek; he was stunned by the slap and became furiously angry, “You!”

But Yang Xiaotian slapped him again on his right cheek, this time even harder, causing Zhao Dingyi’s entire right cheek to swell and sending him flying.

This sudden turn of events left everyone in the great hall utterly astonished.

Zhao Dingyi, as the direct disciple of the second Medicine God of the Zhongtian Continent, the Storm Medicine God, was someone to whom even Nine-Star Alchemists would show respect, and who practically strutted about the Pharmacist Hall. Now, he had been slapped!

And not just once, but twice.

“Yang Xiaotian, you!” Zhao Dingyi fumed with rage, staring fixedly at Yang Xiaotian, his heart filled with murderous intent.

“Didn’t you ask me to show you what I can do, to enlighten you? Now you have seen it,” Yang Xiaotian replied, looking unfazed. “Moreover, what are you, an Eight-Star Pharmacist, to dare ask me to perform alchemy to enlighten you?”

On his journey here, he had taken the time to learn about the identities of the five Ten-Star Medicine Gods of the Pharmacist Hall and was aware that both the Storm Medicine God and his disciple were from the Zhao Family. Therefore, Yang Xiaotian had no intention of being polite in the face of Zhao Dingyi’s provocation.

Yang Xiaotian continued, “Isn’t your master a Ten-Star Medicine God? Let him concoct a God-Breaking Pill blessed by the gods and enlighten us as well.”

Zhao Dingyi’s face turned a dark purple, and he stood up, intending to fight back. But recalling the various tales about Yang Xiaotian’s selection in the Empire, he eventually held back his anger.

Ultimately, he left the hall in an embarrassing retreat, surrounded by a crowd.

Yet as he was leaving, the look he gave Yang Xiaotian was one of hatred so intense it was as if he wished to flay him alive.

Ren Xiaoxue watched Zhao Dingyi leave, worry flashing in her eyes. Both the Storm Medicine God and his disciple were from the Zhao Family, a superpower second only to the Tian Family.

This time, having been slapped twice, Zhao Dingyi was surely not one to let things slide, given his smiling-tiger personality.

“Divine Protector Alchemist, Zhao Dingyi comes from the Zhao Family and will probably not let this matter rest, please be careful,” Ren Xiaoxue couldn’t help saying.

“It’s nothing,” Yang Xiaotian shook his hand dismissively.

Afterward, Ren Xiaoxue arranged palaces for Yang Xiaotian and Peng Long to reside in.

While Ren Xiaoxue was arranging the residence for Yang Xiaotian and Peng Long, the Storm Medicine God Zhao Yun was seething as he looked at his disciple Zhao Dingyi’s swollen left and right cheeks.

His face was filled with malice, and he clenched the medicinal herbs in his hand into powder, as if he wanted to crush Yang Xiaotian into pieces—the slap on his disciple’s face was like a slap to his own face!