Tang Muyang walked to the door of the alchemy room and saw a group of people inside surrounding a man with extremely envious eyes in his eyes.

The man was probably in his forties, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and hooked nose.

At this time, he was holding a brightly colored red pill in his hand, looking a little excited.

Tang Muyang glanced at the pill and couldn't help but smile strangely.

From the outside, this pill does look like a high-level pill, but it is actually just a layer of outer skin, and its actual effect is similar to that of intermediate pills.

However, none of the people present could see it, and they all looked at the man with envious eyes.

"Congratulations, you can successfully refine advanced elixirs and can already be called a senior alchemist, and you have a bright future."

"Yes, yes, there will definitely be many big sects rushing to come and invite you."

"That's right, as long as the success rate is higher, you will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future."

There was envy, jealousy, and even hatred on the faces of a group of people.

It is much more difficult for alchemists to improve than for warriors.

A warrior only needs to be talented and willing to work hard. If he persists for more than ten years, he will always achieve some success.

But alchemists are different. If you want to refine higher-level pills, you need to accumulate experience continuously. However, this experience cannot be saved by hard work. It must be real money and silver.

At the beginning, the success rate was very low. It would be good to be able to succeed once or twice as much as one hundred furnaces of elixirs.

If it weren't for the wealthy enough, no one could afford this.

Therefore, most alchemists choose to rely on a major sect or force, so that they can have enough resources for them to spend.

However, joining a sect is not that easy. Some larger sects are full of talents, and it is difficult for low- and intermediate alchemists like them to get in. Even if they enter, they don’t have many resources assigned at the beginning.

As for those small sects, they don’t like them. After all, even if they go in, such sects can’t afford to burn this resource for them.

But if you are a senior alchemist, you can't talk about it. Even some major sects are rushing to ask for it.

Therefore, these people are so envious of the hook-nosed man in front of them.

The hook-nosed man is not very cunning enough. If he is a scheming person, he will probably be more modest at this time and will make others feel better.

However, the man clearly did not have this awareness. He held the pill in a show-off manner and looked at everyone proudly, "Don't worry, as long as you continue to work hard, you will still have a chance in the future."

Everyone was secretly resentful, but they all showed an expression of being taught.

"My friend, haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Someone hurriedly asked.

"Clark Wagner."

The hook-nosed man replied.

"Senior Clark, do you have any experience to teach us a little?"

The man hurriedly asked again.

Everyone else was energetic and turned their eyes to the hook-nosed man.

Clark was stared at by everyone and immediately beat him up, "I have no experience, it's all luck."

What a joke, these experiences are all made of money, so how can you tell others easily?

These people naturally knew what they were thinking, and someone immediately suggested, "As long as you are willing to share your experience, we can all pay you the tuition."

Others also nodded in agreement. They are all good people who are not short of money. As long as they can avoid detours, what is more money?

Clark was immediately moved and immediately spoke, "Since you are so enthusiastic, it's a bit unreasonable for me to refuse again.

Let’s do this, it’s considered destined to meet here. I will teach you some experience.

I don’t care much about money and things, but since you must give it, then give it less, each person has one million, how about it?”

The few people in the room immediately gritted their teeth with hatred. This kid is so shameless. Each person has a million. Isn't it called a small amount?

There are at least a dozen people here, each with one million, which is more than ten million, not a small amount.

However, these people finally gritted their teeth and decided to pay the tuition fee.

It would be a good deal if you could draw something useful from his experience and take fewer detours.

Seeing this, Tang Muyang couldn't help but chuckled a little at the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and prepared to return to his alchemy room.

His inadvertent action was immediately caught by Clark, and his face suddenly sank, "That boy, stop for me."

Tang Muyang looked back at him, a little surprised, "Are you calling me?"

Clark had a little displeasure on his face, "Who are you going to call me?"

Tang Muyang had no choice but to turn around and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

Clark stared at him angrily, "I just saw the expression on your face, and seemed to be very disdainful of me."

A hint of funny appeared on Tang Muyang's face, "Is it so obvious?"

Seeing that he still dared to show such a hateful smile, Clark was suddenly angry, "From what you mean, you seem to be looking down on me, a senior alchemist. Do you think I don't deserve this money?"

The other alchemists also turned their attention to Tang Muyang, looking curious.

Tang Muyang faced Clark's gaze and just smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter if you deserve to collect this money or not, as long as they think it's worth it, anyway, each one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten."

Hearing his words, the other group of alchemists were unhappy. What does one want to fight and the other want to be beaten?

It's like they're all fools.

The Clark man's face became more and more ugly, and he immediately provoked: "Okay, from your tone, I must be a master of alchemy. Then you can teach you some experience."

Seeing him as aggressive, Tang Muyang smiled disdainfully, "I don't have time to waste in such a place, you can continue to be happy."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave.

Then he heard the group of alchemists speak and mock them.

"Don't leave. Since even a high-level alchemist doesn't look down on you, then you should at least show us some of your skills."

"Yes, I thought I had some real skills. It turned out that I could only speak big words."

"Don't pay attention to him. Such a person is just a clown who has no ability and likes to show his presence."

“Just he dares to compare with Senior Clark?

It's just a joke."

In order to win Clark's favor, these people began to spare no effort to accuse Tang Muyang.

Clark couldn't help but feel very proud. This was the first time he enjoyed this kind of beefy treatment and began to feel a little fluttering.

Tang Muyang had already walked out a few steps, but when he heard the ridicule of everyone, he turned around and walked back.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help but look sarcastic on his face, "Why, do you want to insult him?"

Tang Muyang ignored him and looked at the alchemists, "I just want to correct a mistake for you so that you will not be as complacent as stupid as a fool."

Everyone looked at him with disdain, wanting to hear what he could say.

Tang Muyang pointed to the pill in Clark's hand and said slowly: "The pill refined by Mr. Clark is not a high-end pill at all, so before you praise him, it is best to figure out the situation first so as not to be a sucker."
Chapter completed!