Chapter 1753: The Money-Spreading Child

"Uh, senior, why do you say that? I read very carefully and attentively!" Ye Yuan said earnestly.

He had indeed read very carefully, without any skimming.

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "Carefully? Attentively? You read five hundred and thirty-two classics in less than fourteen days, averaging thirty or forty a day, and you call that attentive and careful?"

Ye Yuan was taken aback, then realized what the old man meant, and said with a wry smile: "Senior, I really did read very carefully, I absolutely did not slack off!"

The white-haired old man had discovered Ye Yuan's astonishing talent and naturally had high expectations for him.

But Ye Yuan's attitude toward reading the classics made him very displeased.

Now that he came to remind him, the kid still refused to admit it, which made him even more annoyed.

The white-haired old man snorted: "You say you read carefully. Fine, I'll ask you: what is the most crucial point of Ziming's Divine Mind Fire Control Technique?"

Ziming's Divine Mind Fire Control Technique was a demon race fire control technique that Ye Yuan had read.

The white-haired old man had also noticed that Ye Yuan's fire control was based on human race techniques and seemed less adept at demon race ones.

And Ziming's Divine Mind Fire Control Technique was a relatively obscure basic fire control technique among the demon race.

Ye Yuan laughed upon hearing this: "Senior, are you testing me?"

The white-haired old man did not deny it and said flatly: "If you can't answer, from now on, come in and focus on reading one classic at a time!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said: "The most crucial point of Ziming's Divine Mind Fire Control Technique is to inscribe the fire in the heart, let the mind follow the spirit, unite heart and fire, and control fire to reach the divine!"

The white-haired old man was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

This was a very obscure piece of knowledge, yet Ye Yuan answered it without hesitation.

Unwilling to give up, he asked again: "Fire control is your strong suit, so answering that doesn't count. Tell me, how many key nodes are there in the Roaring Rain Square Technique?"

Ye Yuan smiled slightly and answered readily, clearly explaining each node.

The white-haired old man clearly didn't believe him and fired questions one after another, faster and faster.

Ye Yuan knew the old man meant well, so he didn't find it annoying and answered fluently without any mistakes.

The more the white-haired old man asked, the more shocked he became.

Could it be that this kid had learned in just over ten days what others took hundreds or even thousands of years to learn?

Was he some kind of freak?

What's more, Ye Yuan not only answered fluently but often added his own insights, which were extremely incisive!

Many of his understandings even gave the white-haired old man a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The white-haired old man had read the classics Ye Yuan had seen countless times, to the point of being able to recite them backward.

But now he found that his understanding of classics he had read for tens of thousands of years was not as profound as this young man's!

This... was too damn much!

The white-haired old man suddenly felt like a herd of ten thousand grass-mud horses was galloping through his heart.

This wasn't testing the other party; it was purely asking for a beating!

However, he was just that masochistic, constantly asking Ye Yuan questions because Ye Yuan's insights were indeed very beneficial to him.

Finally, the white-haired old man stopped asking and looked at Ye Yuan as if seeing a ghost: "Kid, you're not messing with me, are you? Haven't you read these classics before?"

Ye Yuan laughed: "Senior, you jest. You've asked over a hundred questions. Even if I had read the classics, it wouldn't be so coincidental that every one matched, right?"

The white-haired old man thought about it and realized that was true. Among over five hundred classics, there were bound to be some mismatches.

If he hadn't just read them, there would always be some questions he couldn't answer.

Moreover, Ye Yuan wouldn't be so bored as to toy with him, a gatekeeper old man.

But the more this was the case, the more shocked the white-haired old man was.

What kind of talent must this be to have such terrifying memory and comprehension abilities!

He waved his hand and said: "You may go."

Ye Yuan cupped his hands: "Thank you, senior!"

After Ye Yuan left, the white-haired old man also flickered and disappeared.

...

"Lord Chifeng, you must avenge us! Look at the state we're in... we really can't face anyone!"

Hu Feng looked utterly miserable.

Ye Yuan had directly returned their divine fire to them, turning their own tactics against them, and the power was extraordinary.

More than ten days had passed, and although they had recovered somewhat, they still bore burn marks inside and out, looking like curly-haired dogs.

Most of these priest apprentices had priest backers.

As luck would have it, Hu Feng's backer was Chifeng.

At this moment, the hair on Chifeng's head had grown back, and he had returned to his arrogant demeanor.

Chifeng snorted coldly: "You three have really disgraced me! After sleeping in the latrine for three days and nights, you didn't even dare to come back. You're something else!"

Hu Feng said bitterly: "Lord, you don't know, that kid's fire control skill is truly formidable! The three of us combined couldn't beat him!"

Chifeng's expression changed, sensing something bad, and asked in a deep voice: "What's that kid's name?"

Hu Feng and the other two looked at each other, apparently having forgotten Ye Yuan's name.

Just then, a young man in white walked into the dormitory.

"It's you!"

Hu Feng and Chifeng turned to look and exclaimed in unison.

Ye Yuan saw these people and instantly understood, smiling: "Such a grand welcome for a low-level apprentice, isn't this too much?"

Hu Feng said in surprise: "Lord, do you know this kid?"

Chifeng asked back: "Was it this kid who burned you like this?"

Hu Feng nodded: "Yes, it's this kid! Please avenge us, Lord!"

Chifeng's face showed a strange expression, thinking, avenge your head!

Even I'm no match for him, how can I avenge you!

But in front of his subordinates, he naturally wouldn't show weakness.

In fact, after the last fire duel, he had thought about revenge.

This kid had extraordinary skill in fire control, but in alchemy, he was definitely inferior to himself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be a low-level apprentice but a real priest.

Chifeng looked at Ye Yuan and sneered: "Kid, do you dare to bet with me again?"

Ye Yuan raised an eyebrow and laughed: "Still dare to bet with me? Aren't you afraid of losing your pants? Should I call you the Money-Spreading Child?"

Hu Feng and the other two looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, but still roared angrily: "You brat, a low-level apprentice, how dare you insult Lord Chifeng? He is a priest of the temple. Are you tired of living?"

Chifeng said impatiently: "Enough, enough, stop the nonsense! Kid, last time you chose the betting method. This time, I choose. Do you have the guts?"

Ye Yuan looked at Chifeng with a half-smile: "You don't need to provoke me. Since you want to be the Money-Spreading Child, if I refuse, wouldn't I be failing to help others fulfill their wishes? Tell me, how do you want to bet?"

Chifeng said in a deep voice: "We'll compete in alchemy!"