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The sudden scene not only startled Ye Fan but also left Wuma Changkong and Wuma Xian'er momentarily stunned.
Hong Junfeng and several other disciples of Lang Sun Chuan, including those from the Supreme Demon Sect, looked on in disbelief at Lang Sun Chuan, who was kneeling on the ground with a lowly posture.
They could never have imagined that the usually imposing and dignified Master Alchemist Lang Sun Chuan would kneel before an eight-year-old child, bowing his head in submission.
"That's ruthless!"
After a brief moment of shock, Wuma Changkong couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at Lang Sun Chuan.
As the saying goes, those who recognize the times are true heroes. Even a Master Alchemist has distinctions among them.
Those who can forge Supreme Spirit Artifacts are all called Master Alchemists. However, some Master Alchemists can easily create Supreme Spirit Artifacts, while for others, it is not so simple.
This is where the disparity lies.
With Lang Sun Chuan's refining skills, creating a Supreme Spirit Artifact does not guarantee success every time.
Out of ten attempts, achieving five successes would be considered quite good; at best, it would be a fifty-fifty chance.
Moreover, the materials required for refining are extremely high in quality. While they may not all be one in ten thousand, they are certainly all top-tier.
On the contrary, Ye Fan's previous crafting of the Supreme Spirit Artifact seemed to be effortless, with no strict requirements on technique, speed, or materials.
In an instant, he easily produced a Supreme Spirit Artifact.
One could only imagine how high Ye Fan's mastery in artifact crafting truly was.
If one could become Ye Fan's disciple and learn even a fraction of his skills, it would undoubtedly elevate Lang Sun Chuan's achievements in artifact crafting to new heights and allow him to progress further.
Seeing Lang Sun Chuan kneeling before him, having performed the grand gesture of apprenticeship, Ye Fan felt a headache coming on.
Forcing someone to recognize him as a son-in-law was one thing.
Now there was another person insisting on becoming his disciple.
What was going on?
"Alright, I think you should get up! You are a distinguished Master Alchemist. I, Ye Fan, am still young and can't teach you anything," Ye Fan said with exasperation. "And why do you keep calling me 'you old man'? Am I old?"
Upon hearing this, Lang Sun Chuan immediately slapped his own face twice without hesitation.
This startled Wuma Changkong and the others.
Damn, that was a real slap!
Mars Child's face instantly filled with red marks.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ye Fan exclaimed, "Are you feeling stimulated or something?"
Kneeling on the ground, Lang Sun Chuan said respectfully, "Disciple just spoke incorrectly and referred to you as 'old master,' so I deserve to be punished!"
"Are you kidding me...!!!"
Ye Fan felt like he was about to die.
Lang Sun Chuan continued, "What Master Alchemist? With my meager skills in refining, I'm not even worthy to carry your shoes. I'm nothing. I only ask that you take me in and teach me a thing or two."
"I think you should just accept him!" Wuma Xian'er chuckled from the side, "Maybe Lang Sun Chuan's refining skills don't seem like much to you, but he's a genuine God-Slaying Stage expert, and a Late Stage of God Slaying at that. Having a Late Stage of God Slaying disciple by your side would make things much easier for you in the future."
"Miss Xian is right. As long as you take me in as your disciple, I'll be your loyal assistant. Whatever you need to do, just give the word, and I'll handle it perfectly."
"Moreover, I have a bunch of useless fellows under me who can all serve your needs."
When Lang Sun Chuan referred to those useless fellows, he was obviously talking about his own disciples.
"Since Brother Lang is so sincere about wanting to become your disciple, why not listen to Xian'er and accept him?" Wuma Changkong also spoke up at this moment.
If Lang Sun Chuan became Ye Fan's disciple, it would not only enhance his refining skills but also completely bind both Master Alchemists to his Supreme Demon Sect.
Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?
Thus, they were all eager for Ye Fan to take Lang Sun Chuan under his wing.
Although the relationship between the master and disciple seemed somewhat awkward,
"Late Stage of God Slaying? Plus a bunch of useless things..."
Ye Fan's gaze lingered deeply on Lang Sun Chuan before shifting to the few people behind him.
He hadn't expected Lang Sun Chuan's cultivation to be so formidable.
Having such a powerful expert by his side seemed quite advantageous.
Noticing Ye Fan's apparent interest, Lang Sun Chuan quickly shouted at Hong Junfeng and the others behind him, "What are you all standing there for? Kneel down and pay your respects to your Ancestor!"
Hong Junfeng and the other disciples behind Lang Sun Chuan were taken aback.
However, without hesitation, everyone except Hong Junfeng promptly knelt down and bowed their heads to Ye Fan, saying, "Disciple pays respects to Ancestor."
Only Hong Junfeng stood there in a daze, gritting his teeth defiantly as he stared at Ye Fan.
"Junfeng, why aren't you kneeling?" Lang Sun Chuan exclaimed sharply upon seeing this.
Hong Junfeng gritted his teeth and replied, "Master, how can you bow to a brat and make us call him Ancestor?"
"Hong Junfeng, you are being disrespectful!"
As soon as Hong Junfeng spoke, Lang Sun Chuan's face turned furious. He shouted, "I command you to kneel!"
With a loud shout from Lang Sun Chuan, a terrifying aura erupted from him, pressing directly towards Hong Junfeng.
"Wait!"
Just as Hong Junfeng was about to kneel under the pressure of Lang Sun Chuan's aura, he was abruptly interrupted by Ye Fan's intervention.
"Master, he is ignorant and stubborn. I will expel him from the sect right now," Lang Sun Chuan said quickly, sensing the coldness in Ye Fan's eyes.
"Master, I am your only true disciple. How can you expel me?" Hong Junfeng's face turned pale at these words.
"Junfeng, you can only blame yourself. I am protecting you!" Lang Sun Chuan sighed inwardly as he looked at the pale-faced Hong Junfeng and continued, "From today on, Hong Junfeng is no longer my disciple and will be expelled from the sect immediately."
"No, Master...!"
This time, Hong Junfeng knelt down, his face filled with anguish. At the same time, his gaze towards Ye Fan was filled with resentment and murderous intent.
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Hong Junfeng, Ye Fan sneered and said, "I was prepared to spare your life, but since you harbor such thoughts against me, don't blame me for what happens next."
Lang Sun Chuan's heart sank at these words.
However, Ye Fan's voice soon followed: "Lang Sun Chuan."
Lang Sun Chuan quickly responded respectfully, "Disciple is here."
"Have you truly made up your mind to become my disciple?" Ye Fan's tone carried a hint of authority.
"I assure you, my intentions are sincere and without any pretense," Lang Sun Chuan replied earnestly.
"Alright." Ye Fan nodded and said, "From today onwards, you, Lang Sun Chuan, will be my disciple. After you pass my tests, I will teach you the methods of refining tools."
Hearing this, Lang Sun Chuan was instantly overjoyed and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, Master."
"Mm." Ye Fan nodded and replied, "You may rise for now."
"Yes, Master."
Lang Sun Chuan stood up and turned to the kneeling disciples, saying, "Don't you all thank Ancestor?"
"The disciples thank Ancestor."
Upon hearing this, Lang Sun Chuan's disciples all bowed once more to Ye Fan in gratitude before standing behind Lang Sun Chuan.
Ye Fan's gaze held a hint of authority as it swept over Lang Sun Chuan and the others, finally landing on Hong Junfeng.
"Since Lang Sun Chuan has already taken me as his master and they all refer to me as Ancestor, then you, Hong Junfeng, being a disciple of Lang Sun Chuan, should also respectfully call me Ancestor."
"However," Ye Fan's tone suddenly turned cold as he continued, "not only do you fail to call me Ancestor, but you also audaciously refer to me as Brat. You wretched fool! This is utterly disrespectful and an affront to your master and ancestors."
"What? Junfeng, how dare you be so bold!"
Lang Sun Chuan's expression darkened instantly upon hearing this. He had just heard Hong Junfeng call Ye Fan Brat, so he decisively considered expelling Hong Junfeng from the sect.
He wanted to take this approach to save his life.
However, what Lang Sun Chuan did not expect was that Hong Junfeng had even insulted Ye Fan by calling him a wretch!
It seemed that today, even Hong Junfeng would find it difficult to escape unscathed.
As expected, Ye Fan's expression turned cold as he continued, "Moreover, I have just been appointed as an Elder Guest of the Supreme Demon Sect, the foremost among the Guest Experts. Yet you dare to defy authority and attempt to kill me!"
"Such audacity, betraying your master and ancestors, is simply unforgivable!"
Feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from Ye Fan, it was clear that Hong Junfeng would likely not be spared today.
However, Lang Sun Chuan had no choice but to step forward urgently, his expression filled with sorrow as he pleaded, "Master, he has been spoiled by the disciples. Although his crimes are unforgivable, I ask you to show mercy and spare his life."
"Of course," Ye Fan nodded lightly and said, "but while the death penalty can be avoided, the punishment for living cannot escape."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Fan struck out with a palm directly aimed at Hong Junfeng.
In an instant, a massive shadow of a palm sent Hong Junfeng flying through the air.
He crashed into a distant towering mountain like a fleeting shadow.
Then he fell to the ground, bloodied and broken, his bones shattered in countless places, lying there like a dead dog, unable to rise.
Ye Fan's voice was icy as he declared, "Since you have already been expelled from the sect, if you dare to step into the Supreme Demon Sect again, do not blame me for leaving you with nothing but remains and a corpse without a complete body."
Lang Sun Chuan and several other disciples beside him stood frozen in place.
Feeling the murderous aura from Ye Fan, none dared to check on Hong Junfeng's condition.
Wuma Changkong and Wuma Xian'er also wore indifferent expressions; after all, Hong Junfeng had brought this upon himself.
Once, he had the backing of Master Alchemist Lang Sun Chuan, which was already quite something.
Now, even Lang Sun Chuan had taken Ye Fan as his disciple, yet he still dared to boast.
One might ask, what difference was there between this and courting death?
"Let's go back to the Demon Lord Palace and talk," Wuma Changkong said with a light smile, showing no concern.
After all, he was in an exceptionally good mood today; not only had his daughter returned, but she had also brought back a talent like Ye Fan, a genius in alchemy.
It was impossible not to feel happy!
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