Chapter 2289: Boiling Water to Brew Tea with Alchemy!

"Lord Zijing, I refuse to accept this! The lofty Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Emperor actually kneels and apologizes to a wet-behind-the-ears brat! After today, I, Qingyu the Heavenly Emperor, am afraid I'll become the laughingstock of the entire Tongtian Realm!"

After settling Ye Yuan, Qingyu sought out Zijing and vehemently expressed his indignation.

An event as grand as the Myriad Domain Alchemy Conference was a rarity even once in a million years.

With no small number of powerful figures from all sides present at the time, this matter simply couldn't be concealed.

Qingyu's kneeling cost him the dignity of a Ninth Heaven Heavenly Emperor—how could he bear it?

Zijing glanced at him and sighed, "Sorry, I don't quite understand it either. But this was an order from my master; I had no choice but to do it!"

Qingyu's expression shifted, and he said in confusion, "The Priest Temple may be exalted in the eyes of others, but what does it amount to in the eyes of our Cloudheart Realm? I don't understand, truly I don't!"

Zijing said, "My master has his reasons for what he does; it's not for us to question. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for offending him. In any case, if he can be valued by the Saint Ancestor High Priest, he must have his merits!"

Qingyu's face darkened and he gritted his teeth, "I can't swallow this! If I ever get the chance, I won't let him off!"

Zijing said calmly, "You needn't worry about that. This time, the alchemy prodigies who have come to Cloudheart Realm are as numerous as oxen hairs, and many of them are no less talented than him. Since he occupies a high position, he will naturally become a target for everyone. Just wait and watch the show."

Qingyu's eyes lit up, and his mood improved considerably.

Indeed, so what if he was a Sub-Sage?

This Myriad Domain Alchemy Conference had gathered the most顶尖 alchemy prodigies of the Tongtian Realm.

Some of them even had backgrounds no less impressive than the Saint Ancestor High Priest!

How could their disciples be ordinary?

If Ye Yuan were a disciple of the Saint Ancestor High Priest, that would be one thing, but he was a Sub-Sage!

Those prodigies were effectively a generation lower than Ye Yuan—how could they stomach such humiliation?

Zijing glanced at him and said, "Didn't Ye Yuan cripple Leng Tianqi's younger brother? Leng Tianqi should be furious right now. Go to him and have him incite some prodigy disciples; naturally, someone will cause trouble for Ye Yuan. As long as our people don't provoke him, I think Master won't say anything."

Qingyu was overjoyed and said, "Why didn't I think of that! Lord Zijing is truly brilliant—your words have awakened me! What damn Sub-Sage? I'll make sure he shows his true colors!"

...

Meanwhile, Ye Yuan arrived at Feather Mountain in Cloudheart Realm, where the Saint Ancestor High Priest was staying.

"Sub-Sage!" Ji Mo greeted respectfully.

By now, Ji Mo regarded Ye Yuan as a teacher.

Ye Yuan nodded and said, "Lead the way."

"Please!"

Ji Mo turned and led the way into a great hall.

The hall was very spacious, with not a single guard in sight.

A plainly dressed, stern-faced middle-aged man sat suspended in the center of the hall, with a tea table before him.

Not far from the middle-aged man, ten inscrutably profound experts stood in attendance, their demeanor extremely respectful.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Ye Yuan felt an unfathomable depth!

That sensation was even more solemn than the divine statues he had seen in the God Clan!

The middle-aged man did not speak; he was busy.

A cluster of water droplets flowed with his hands, and within the droplets, green leaves faintly appeared.

Every movement of the middle-aged man carried a rich flavor of the Great Dao.

That cluster of water droplets gradually evolved into a world in his hands.

Using the method of alchemy to boil water and brew tea—the Saint Ancestor High Priest's methods were truly beyond imagination.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's palm trembled, and the cluster of water droplets abruptly traversed the void, arriving before Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan was startled at first, but he quickly reacted, extending his hand to guide, catching every single droplet without a miss.

This was an incomplete pill, liable to collapse at any moment.

And the function of this pill was to unleash all the medicinal power of the spirit tea.

Though called brewing tea, it was actually alchemy.

But to be able to brew tea through alchemy—there were probably few in this world who could do it.

Ye Yuan understood that the Saint Ancestor High Priest was testing him!

Being a Sub-Sage was not so easy!

Whether he was qualified to enter this hall and sit opposite the Saint Ancestor High Priest depended on passing this assessment.

If he failed the assessment, the Saint Ancestor High Priest would not hesitate to throw him out.

A flavor of the Great Dao also erupted from Ye Yuan's body.

Ye Yuan held his hands as if embracing a sphere, and a Taiji diagram emerged behind him.

Seeing this, Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But his disciples were unsettled.

Although the name Ye Yuan had echoed in their ears countless times, this was their first time actually seeing him.

In their hearts, they naturally held some disdain for this upstart Ye Yuan.

Even though they knew Ye Yuan was no ordinary person.

This was only human nature—before seeing with one's own eyes, no matter how eloquently one spoke, there was always a trace of doubt in the heart.

But now, they finally understood why their master had chosen Ye Yuan.

The power of the Great Dao contained in this Taiji diagram was such that even at their level, they could not fully comprehend it.

At this moment, Ye Yuan actually gave them a feeling of profound mystery!

That feeling was as if they were facing their master!

Although Ye Yuan's Great Dao still seemed somewhat immature, far from the master's depth and solidity.

Nevertheless, Ye Yuan had indeed walked onto the same path of the Great Dao as their master!

This, they knew full well!

Ye Yuan's movements were agile and graceful, like flowing clouds and water, giving a pleasing sensation.

Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, the spirit tea shot back with a 'whoosh.'

Yi smiled slightly, easily reached out to catch it, and continued refining.

His refining was steady and grand, as if a towering mountain stood before him, a style completely different from Ye Yuan's.

Suddenly, he gave another tremor, and the spirit tea flew over again.

Ye Yuan caught it again, refined it again, and sent it back!

The two went back and forth, enjoying the contest immensely.

Beside them, the disciples were already stunned.

This guy could actually keep up with the tea-world refining of their master!

Too terrifying!

Ordinarily, Yi occasionally played this game with them.

As disciples who had followed Yi for tens of millions of years, they could never keep it going indefinitely.

This refining seemed simple, but in truth, it grew more complex the further it went.

Often, when they took over, the entire world would collapse, and all the tea would spill.

Yet Ye Yuan had exchanged dozens of rounds with their master without showing any sign of weakness!

No matter how their master refined, Ye Yuan could take over, continue refining, and then toss it back.

Setting aside everything else, this skill alone had already surpassed all of them!

Suddenly, Yi flicked his finger, and the spirit tea entered the teapot without a single drop lost.

Instantly, a fragrant aroma filled the air, permeating the entire hall.

Then, the entire Feather Mountain!

At this moment, no matter where one was on Feather Mountain, the rich fragrance of tea could be smelled!