Chapter 148 Don't Scream at Me It was another night of soaking in the sea of energy of stars and the moon. The fiery red sun slowly rose, and the ancient tribe’s coming-of-age ceremony was about to Lin stretched her muscles and skillfully swallowed a Sun Essence Pill and a Moon Essence Pill. Within the next three days, her cultivation level would be greatly improved. It’s not much, just equivalent to the result of ten days of full-strength training of a nine-star early stage Fighting Saint, but it is enough for her. Cai Lin lifted up the head that was resting on her legs and woke up the sleeping Han Cheng with a kiss. After tidying up his clothes, Han Cheng took Cai Lin's hand and walked out of the room. Qin Baisheng watched the two men come out with a smile, drank the tea in the cup, and followed Han Cheng. In the huge ancient tribal square, a figure appeared before dawn. After all, even the geniuses of the ancient clan need to treat this kind of coming-of-age ceremony with caution, after all, it is something that only happens once in a lifetime. As the sun rose higher, the figures in the square became more and more dense. In fact, with the status of Han Cheng and others as powerful Dou Sheng, as long as they come, they are giving face to the ancient clan, so it doesn't matter whether they show up or not. However, Han Cheng saw a person, and since this kind of ceremony could be watched up close so he could feel the atmosphere, he walked over.
…… "Are you the waste that was abandoned? Give me your skills, and I can help you talk and let you enter the Heavenly Tomb. How about it?" Yao Xingji, a leader among the young men of the Yao clan, came to Xiao Yan without hesitation when he saw Xiao Yan alone, and showed his mercy to Xiao Yan with an extremely arrogant attitude. Xiao Yan's face turned ugly. Yao Chen was like a father to him, but he was insulted by Yao Xingji like this. How could he endure it? "I'll give it to your mother!" Without any hesitation, Xiao Yan's cultivation level instantly rose to four-star Dou Zun. He picked up the Xuan Zhong ruler and chopped towards Yao Xingji. With Yao Xingji's cultivation level of eight-star Dou Zun, he was not injured, but this was an ancient clan after all, so he could only endure it. Yao Xingji's face looked ugly. How dare this loser be so rude! "Damn it! These little bastards are taken in by an old bastard. What a bunch of lowly things!" "Brother..." "What? Do you want to speak up for that old loser? Or do you want to speak up for that little loser?" "Brother of the clan!" "Don't yell at me, you are a bunch of lowly trash. A guy who was lucky enough to refine a ninth-grade elixir is actually being touted as the best alchemist in the continent. What a joke!" Yao Xingji, who was filled with anger, suddenly felt an unprecedented feeling of suffocation. His soul, body, and consciousness, everything about him was frozen. I don't know when it became pitch black around me, and I couldn't see my hand in front of me. Time, space, everything lost its meaning and Yao Xingji didn't know how much time had passed. It could be one second, it could be a year, or it could be... a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years! Finally, at the moment when Yao Xingji felt that his soul was about to dissipate, a golden light dispelled the eternal darkness, and he returned to the ancient clan again. "Give the Ancient Clan a favor, I won't kill you. But if you want to get the strange fire back, you have to exchange it with the wind and ice attribute heavenly level skills and fighting techniques." Yao Xingji had just come to his senses when he saw his fellow tribesman beside him trembling and nodding continuously. No matter how stupid he was, Yao Xingji understood that something terrible seemed to have happened, otherwise these tribesmen would not be in such a state.
The next second, Yao Xingji, feeling a sense of emptiness, widened his eyes and covered his chest in disbelief. "Where's my...Nine Nether Wind Flame?!" Instantly, the other medicine men quickly grabbed Yao Xingji to stop him from shouting loudly. They walked aside and began to talk about what had just happened. "In other words, that person just beckoned his finger, and the Nine Nether Wind Flame in my body automatically left my body and became the one in that person's hand..." At the same time, Han Cheng, holding a light black folding fan, came to the front seat and bowed to an old man who looked a bit gangster-like. "Student Han Cheng, meet the dean." "You are Han Cheng? Are you sure? Are you really a student from my Canaan College?" Mang Tianchi was still very surprised. Although Su Qian had told him many times, he still couldn't believe it. Could it be that the educational level of Canaan College has improved so much over the years? Han Cheng sat down next to Mang Tianchi and said with a smile: "It's true, I am definitely a graduate of Canaan College. But the dean may not be you in the future." "What? Someone wants to take my position? Who is it? Who dares?" "Ahem, it's me." "you……" Mang Tianchi looked at this boy who was a hundred times more handsome than himself. He was not only a ninth-grade alchemist but also a Dou Sheng warrior. It seemed that he was indeed qualified to snatch his position as the dean. However, Mang Tianchi felt that he could still save the situation. "Did Su Qian and the others agree? You know, they are my old man..." "The elders all agreed, and I was elected the next dean with a unanimous vote." Han Cheng pointed at himself with a smile, and the corners of Mang Tianchi's mouth twitched a few times. "That shouldn't be the case. I treated them like that..." "Dean, you are so old that you haven't been back to the academy for a hundred years, right?" "Impossible, absolutely impossible! It hasn't been a hundred years, at most it's been seventy, eighty or ninety years... In any case it's definitely not a hundred years!" Mang Tianchi felt a little guilty for a moment, he felt that it definitely wasn't as long as a hundred years, but it seemed like he hadn't been back for quite a long time. "Well, well, I think you're a good kid, and the weather is nice today. Now I declare that you are the second president of Canaan College!" "Um... Dean, do you have to be so careless?" Han Cheng felt more and more that the dean was a little out of line. "Boy, you have to understand me. No one supports me. I feel very uncomfortable..." Mang Tianchi pretended to be sad and kept winking at Han Cheng. Han Cheng seemed to understand something and asked tentatively: "How about I refine a pill for the dean to help you break through the Dou Sheng realm?" "Oh, my heart suddenly feels warm. By the way, boy, when will you take office as the dean?" Mang Tianchi's expression changed instantly. "I'm fine with either. Let's see when the dean is free." Han Cheng suddenly thought of something and added, "By the way, Dean, you have to prepare the herbs and recipes yourself." "Ahem, what are you saying? Am I the one who doesn't follow the rules?" Mang Tianchi coughed twice awkwardly, then changed the subject.
"By the way, your fire-controlling technique is truly amazing! However, the Medicine Clan does have quite a few alchemists. Do you want me to help you out?" "Don't worry, Dean. If all the Yao Clan members are like this, then there is nothing to worry about." Han Cheng smiled and waved the folding fan in his hand twice, and said with a smile: "And I am planning to make the title of the continent's number one alchemist well-deserved." (End of this chapter)