Chapter 2110: Justifying the Title

Qi Chen's face was almost dripping with gloom.

His heart sank to the bottom with Qi Zhen's words.

What did Qi Zhen mean?

The Saint Ancestor High Priest and Patriarch Si Chen—what kind of existences were they? And Qi Zhen actually compared them.

Didn't that mean that even if Qi Zhen himself went up, he would have no chance of winning?

Qi Zhen was hailed as the next Patriarch Si Chen in the Qilin clan, with such a high status.

If not for this, how could Qi Chen have sworn to bet the Pure Flame True Fire Bottle?

"Qi Zhen, if you were to go instead, how confident would you be?" Qi Chen asked with a dark face.

Qi Zhen shook his head and said, "Not a shred of confidence!"

Everyone shuddered!

What Qi Zhen said was that he had not a shred of confidence!

With Qi Zhen's strength, how powerful must the opponent be to make him say such a thing?

Everyone present knew Qi Zhen well; his confidence in the Dao of Alchemy was unshakable.

But now, Qi Zhen didn't even dare claim a ten percent chance.

What did that mean?

"This... how is this possible? Big brother, you are the one destined to inherit Patriarch Si Chen's legacy. How could you not even handle a six-star priest?" Qi Yun said in disbelief.

Qi Zhen shook his head and said, "Before this, even though I knew he was a Patriarch-level powerhouse, I didn't think he could pose any threat to me. But after witnessing his alchemy skills, I have to admit that his title of Sub-Saint is well-deserved!"

Well-deserved!

That was Qi Zhen's evaluation of Ye Yuan!

Everyone was startled; when they first learned Ye Yuan was a Sub-Saint, they mostly felt contempt and disdain.

But now, Qi Zhen had given him such high praise.

...

As Ye Yuan delved deeper into alchemy, streams of light flew out from the cauldron, merging into the stars, shattering and reforming.

Ribbons of light, like auroras, were a breathtaking sight.

On the square, countless demon clans felt as if they were transported to the depths of the starry sky, roaming the heavens and earth.

That feeling was enchanting.

There was no intimidating aura, no clamorous spectacle to grab attention; everything happened naturally.

In the atmosphere Ye Yuan created, people had forgotten about Red Xiao and the alchemy duel.

They simply appreciated and experienced it.

This alchemy duel had become a solo performance by Ye Yuan.

Red Xiao's alchemy aura grew smaller and smaller until it became negligible.

He could fully feel what Qi Zhen said, and even more acutely than Qi Zhen.

This was just a teaching session—Ye Yuan was teaching him how to refine pills, not engaging in an alchemy duel.

An alchemy duel?

Where was there any alchemy duel!

Red Xiao couldn't help but bitterly laugh in his heart. So this was the true strength of a Sub-Saint!

Red Xiao could sense that Ye Yuan's realm was only slightly higher than his.

But alchemy was never just about realm.

Alchemy was an extremely complex process; any tiny detail could determine the final quality of the pill.

Clearly, beyond realm, Ye Yuan had perfected every other aspect of alchemy!

Once his realm was sufficient, even if the Saint Ancestor High Priest were here, could he not still contend?

At that moment, Red Xiao truly understood why the Saint Ancestor High Priest had conferred the title of Sub-Saint on Ye Yuan.

Such strength was simply flawless!

Unless one completely overwhelmed him in alchemy realm, there was simply no chance of victory.

Even more terrifying was that Ye Yuan was less than two thousand years old!

And what about him?

Known as a genius in alchemy, a disciple of High Priest Red Feather, the cream of the younger generation.

But compared to Ye Yuan, he was already an old man!

Ye Yuan's potential was simply unimaginable.

When everything settled, the vast sea of stars transformed into a formation diagram, gradually merging into the cauldron.

The pill was complete!

People finally snapped out of their shock, all eyes fixed on the young figure on the stage.

"Miraculous! Truly miraculous! So this is the true strength of the Sub-Saint! The title of Sub-Saint is well-deserved!"

"I finally understand why the Saint Ancestor High Priest made him a Sub-Saint."

"Although I don't understand Sub-Saint's alchemy at all, he is really, really amazing!"

...

At this moment, no one questioned the Saint Ancestor High Priest's decision anymore.

Ye Yuan had defeated the same-realm Red Xiao in an almost overwhelming manner.

Among his peers, he was nearly invincible!

If such a person didn't deserve the title of Sub-Saint, who did?

Although many demon clan priests were present, some even six-star priests of the same rank as Ye Yuan.

But they couldn't understand Ye Yuan's alchemy at all.

Ye Yuan's realm was far, far above theirs.

Nevertheless, that didn't stop them from thinking Ye Yuan was formidable, because such things couldn't be faked—they were clear at a glance.

Red Xiao had given up; continuing was meaningless. Although the spiritual herbs were precious, he had lost the courage to go on.

He slowly approached Ye Yuan, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Red Xiao overreached by challenging the Sub-Saint. Please punish me, Sub-Saint."

No one found Red Xiao's actions inappropriate; on the contrary, they thought it was only right.

For Red Xiao to challenge Ye Yuan was indeed overreaching.

Though both were at the Patriarch realm, their true alchemy strength was not on the same level.

At this moment, Red Xiao had shed all arrogance, standing before Ye Yuan as humbly as a primary school student.

He was utterly in awe of Ye Yuan.

He had never imagined that among the younger generation, there could be such an existence.

In fact, many knew the Saint Ancestor High Priest would not act without reason, but Ye Yuan was too young—so young that it was hard to believe he could be a Sub-Saint.

Red Xiao was the same, and being a disciple of High Priest Red Feather, he was even more resentful that Ye Yuan was placed above his master, which led him to challenge Ye Yuan.

But now, he even began to waver in his faith in his own master.

Ye Yuan was just over a thousand years old. In ten thousand years, would his master really be a match for Ye Yuan?

Red Xiao didn't know, but he knew that in ten thousand years, Ye Yuan would have left him far, far behind.

Ye Yuan said indifferently, "Enough. My realm is what it is; it's normal for you to have doubts. If anyone thinks I am unworthy of the title, they may still challenge me."

Everyone's expressions turned solemn. Many recalled the harsh words they had spoken about Ye Yuan, saying he didn't deserve the title of Sub-Saint, some even cursing him. Now they felt a wave of shame.

Red Xiao quickly said, "I wouldn't dare! The Sub-Saint's strength is such that even if my senior brothers came, they would be no better. They are merely a bit higher in realm than the Sub-Saint. Once the Sub-Saint's realm catches up, I'm afraid they would be no match."