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"What? A Master Alchemist?"
Upon hearing Wuma Xian'er’s words, not only Wuma Changkong and Lang Sun Chuan, but even the disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect behind them gasped in surprise.
"Miss Xian, please don't joke around! How could young Ye Fan possibly be a Master Alchemist at such a young age?" Lang Sun Chuan chuckled, shaking his head.
As a Master Alchemist himself, Lang Sun Chuan understood the difficulty of becoming one even more.
Let alone a child who appeared to be only seven or eight years old.
Even among ancient beings who were hundreds or thousands of years old, how many could truly become Master Alchemists?
Throughout the Azure Wave Continent, there were countless super experts at the God-Slaying Stage.
Yet, those who mastered the art of alchemy and became Master Alchemists were extremely rare.
It was precisely because of this that each Master Alchemist held a transcendent status, revered and valued beyond imagination.
However, Wuma Xian'er was claiming that a child who looked no older than seven or eight was a Master Alchemist.
To Lang Sun Chuan, there was no joke more absurd than this.
Could it be that the child had been studying alchemy since birth?
Wuma Changkong clearly did not believe it either; he chuckled and said, "Alright, Xian'er, I know you want to nurture him well. Don't worry, didn't I just say that I would focus on his training? If it really comes to it, I can take him as my disciple. How about that?"
"No way."
Wuma Xian'er shook her head firmly.
To be able to become a disciple under the esteemed leader of the Supreme Demon Sect is, for others, perhaps a blessing earned over several lifetimes.
However, Wuma Xian'er understood that Ye Fan would not care about such things. Moreover, when she brought Ye Fan back, she had already promised him the position of Elder Qi.
"Not willing?" Wuma Changkong frowned slightly and then turned his gaze to Ye Fan, asking, "Young friend Ye Fan, do you not wish to become my disciple?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan smiled awkwardly. He did not directly refuse but said, "It's not that I'm unwilling; it's just that I'm used to being free and unrestrained, so I'm not quite accustomed to being bound by others. Therefore, I can only thank the Sect Leader for his kind offer!"
"Refused?"
Wuma Changkong was taken aback.
Lang Sun Chuan was also stunned.
The several disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect looked at Ye Fan in disbelief and couldn't help but roll their eyes.
In their view, this guy was simply foolish.
The leader of the Supreme Demon Sect had personally offered to take him as a disciple, yet he actually refused!
One must understand that if he could become a disciple of Wuma Changkong, his status within the Supreme Demon Sect would be extraordinarily high.
Others would break their necks for such an opportunity, yet now it was right in front of him, and he actually...
It was truly speechless.
Wuma Changkong was somewhat angry at this moment as well, but since this person was brought back by Wuma Xian'er and she had just returned, he chose not to show his displeasure. Instead, he smiled and said to Wuma Xian'er, "Well then, my dear daughter, what do you think I should do? I'll do whatever you say."
Wuma Xian'er nodded and pointed at Ye Fan, saying, "Give him the position of Elder Guest."
"Oh."
Upon hearing this, Wuma Changkong burst into laughter and said, "What’s the big deal? It’s just a position of an Elder. We have plenty of Elder Guests in the Supreme Demon Sect. Since he is the person you brought back, and I see he has some strength, what’s wrong with giving him the title of Elder Guest?"
Wuma Changkong casually looked at Ye Fan and said, "This position is granted by me. From today onward, you are an Elder Guest of the Supreme Demon Sect."
Ye Fan smiled lightly and replied, "Thank you very much, Sect Master."
Ye Fan didn’t care much about the title. The reason he wanted the position of Elder Guest was simply to avoid being disturbed in his peace.
However, while Ye Fan was indifferent, Wuma Xian'er was quite concerned.
She suddenly spoke with great seriousness and added, "Father, what I mean is not an ordinary Elder Guest."
"Not an ordinary Elder Guest?" Wuma Changkong frowned slightly.
Wuma Xian'er nodded and said, "That's right. I’m talking about an Elder Guest who is beneath only one person and above all others, someone who can stand on equal footing with you."
"What?" Wuma Changkong was taken aback, his expression turning serious as he scolded, "Xian'er, you just returned; don’t be foolish!"
Beneath only one person and above all others, and to stand on equal footing with himself—was that still beneath one person and above all others?
If that were truly the case, how exalted would that status be?
Lang Sun Chuan also chuckled and said, "Miss Xian, your decision seems a bit too hasty. The Cultivation World has always respected the strong. If one desires a supreme identity and status, it requires sufficient capability."
Lang Sun Chuan turned his gaze towards Ye Fan and shook his head, saying, "How can a mere child of just a few years old be worthy of such honor? Who could possibly accept that someone is above them, yet below only one person?"
"That's right, Xian'er, don't make it difficult for your father," Wuma Changkong said with a troubled expression.
Wuma Xian'er did not explain further but looked at Ye Fan and blinked, saying, "Why don't you show us what you can do?"
"Now? Here?" Ye Fan replied, looking bewildered.
Wuma Xian'er nodded and said, "Aren't you quick at refining tools? It will only take a moment. Come on!"
Before Ye Fan could respond, Lang Sun Chuan spoke up directly.
With an air of seniority, he said, "Miss Xian, you are mistaken. Refining tools cannot be completed in just a moment."
"Not to mention whether this young lad even understands tool refinement; even if he does, how could he possibly produce anything in such a short time?"
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect all laughed, feeling that Lang Sun Chuan's words were incredibly reasonable.
"If Uncle Lang doesn't believe it, he can let him try," Wuma Xian'er suggested.
"Is there any need to try?"
A hint of arrogance and self-satisfaction flashed across Lang Sun Chuan's face as he lightly stroked his beard and scoffed, "If at his age he can refine a spirit tool, I will write my name 'Lang Sun Chuan' backward from today onward."
"Brother Lang, that's too much," Wuma Changkong quickly said with an awkward smile. "There's no need to get upset over this. Let's settle it as I just mentioned; from today onward, he will be an Elder Guest of our Supreme Demon Sect. As for the rest... let's leave it at that!"
"Alright, that's settled. Let's head back!" Wuma Changkong declared.
"Wait."
Just as Lang Sun Chuan and the others were about to turn and leave, Ye Fan suddenly called out.
"Young friend, I am an Elder Guest of the Supreme Demon Sect, my status is already quite high!" Wuma Changkong assumed that Ye Fan was still unsatisfied, so he frowned slightly and reminded him.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "The Sect Master misunderstands."
As he spoke, Ye Fan looked at Lang Sun Chuan, his tone neither servile nor overbearing, and said, "Just now, senior mentioned that if I can refine a spiritual weapon, then from today onwards, you will write the name Lang Sun Chuan backwards, correct?"
Upon hearing this, Lang Sun Chuan's anger turned into a laugh. "Kid, are you trying to mock me?"
Ye Fan shook his head with a smile. "I just want to prove that just because others can't do it doesn't mean I, Ye Fan, can't. Was what you said just now merely a joke?"
Lang Sun Chuan's eyes flashed with cold light as he stared at Ye Fan and coldly snorted, "Nonsense! I, Lang Sun Chuan, am a Master Alchemist of great standing. How could I joke with a Yellow-Haired Kid like you?"
"If you really can refine a spiritual weapon, then how about I write the name Lang Sun Chuan backwards?"
"Alright, that's settled." Ye Fan nodded and directly summoned an Alchemical Furnace that resembled a large pot. Today, he intended to slap Master Alchemist Lang Sun Chuan's face right here.
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