Wang Dachun looked at the unkind expressions on the faces of these Western alchemists and couldn't help but change his expression. Could these people be a bunch of gays?
I don't like this.
Everyone looked at Wang Dachun for a while, and one of them, an old man with gray beard and hair named Andre, said with a smile: "Young boy from the East, he's quite interesting. Let's start with Dantong from now on!"
It turned out that these people thought Wang Dachun was young and an Oriental, so they gathered around him to look at him. Many people had never seen an Oriental before and thought it was very strange.
The old man even regarded him as an alchemy apprentice.
Wang Dachun grinned, "Dantong? Do you have any misunderstanding?" It seems that Stevenson did not communicate well!
Andre glanced at Wang Dachun, "If you don't become a Dantong, why do you still want to reach heaven in one step?"
Wang Dachun spread his hands helplessly, "I think you have misunderstood something. I am an alchemist. I am here to help the sect make alchemy, not as an apprentice."
"What! Are you an alchemist? First-grade or second-grade?" Everyone was surprised. Wang Dachun is an alchemist at such a young age. It seems that he has good talent!
Wang Dachun shrugged, "Seventh grade."
"What!" Everyone's mouths opened wide, and their eyes almost fell out. The highest among them was only a seventh-grade alchemy master. Wang Dachun was so young and was a seventh-grade master? You can't even start studying right from your mother's womb.
Andre sipped the toothbrush and said, "Are you sure it's not the first grade but the seventh grade?"
Wang Dachun spread his hands, "I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it." After finishing his words, Wang Dachun turned over his hand and took out the seventh-grade alchemist qualification certificate.
"Damn it! It's really seventh grade."
"Ah this...seventh grade god level??!"
"Oh my God!"
When everyone saw the word "god level" on the seventh-level certificate, they all turned to stone. Even the seventh-level certificate was already very high, but it was still a seventh-level god?
How can these old alchemists with gray beards and hair survive?
Wang Dachun put up the qualification certificate and said calmly: "Now you believe it, who is the best alchemist here? If you don't believe it, I will make a bet with him."
Everyone pushed Andre.
Andre is an old man with completely white eyebrows and hair. He is now over two thousand years old. He is a seventh-grade master of alchemy and already represents the highest level of alchemy in Tiandu.
Andre looked at Wang Dachun with burning eyes, "What's your name? How old are you this year?"
"My name is Wang Dachun. I am twenty-five years old this year."
When Andre heard this, he trembled all over and almost foamed at the mouth. He became a seventh-level alchemist at the age of twenty-five, and he was also a god-level alchemist. He lived for more than two thousand years before reaching the seventh level. It seems that he has lived all these years. On to the dog.
"My name is Andre. I am...more than two thousand years old this year. As for how old I am, I have even forgotten it."
Wang Dachun grinned. He was more than two thousand years old. This old man is really old!
This must be regarded as a fantasy novel in the secular world.
Andre grabbed Wang Dachun's hand and said excitedly: "Finally there is a seventh-grade alchemist, so finally someone can share some of my pressure."
Wang Dachun was confused, "What do you mean?"
Andre put his arm around Wang Dachun's shoulders, "Little brother, it's like this. Our alchemy room has targets. Each level of elixir must complete the target every month."
Wang Dachun's expression changed, "That's it, what will happen if we can't finish it?"
Andre lowered his voice and said: "In the least case, your salary will be deducted, in the worst case, you will be punished."
Wang Dachun frowned, "Punishment? How to punish?"
Andre pulled Wang Dachun aside, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes and said: "I just want to be beaten."
"What!" Wang Dachun's expression changed slightly. It was simply unbelievable. Alchemists from other sects were treated like treasures, but the alchemists here still had to be beaten if they couldn't complete their tasks?
Do you really regard the alchemists as slaves?
"No, how could this happen? Will everyone still have the motivation to work like this?" This method of forced labor will definitely make people feel bad. Who will make elixirs for them properly?
Andre sighed, "You have to have motivation even if you don't have motivation, unless you don't want to live. Well, I've said enough, brother, you can do your own thing in the future."
Wang Dachun said: "Now that I'm here, the indicators of a seventh-grade alchemist must have changed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Andre received a piece of news and his expression changed.
"What's wrong, Andre?" Wang Dachun asked.
Andre sighed, "Sure enough, the amount of alchemy has doubled, as you guessed, and you are also asked to refine a furnace of god-level elixirs every week."
Wang Dachun snorted, "They are treating us as alchemy slaves!"
"Shh!" Andre looked around and whispered: "Keep your voice down, if those people find out, they will definitely put on our shoes."
The people he was talking about were those who were secretly monitoring. Wang Dachun took a closer look and found that there were traces of prying eyes. It seemed that the entire alchemy room was under surveillance.
Wang Dachun quickly lowered his voice, "Uncle Andre, what is going on? Why is the alchemy room under surveillance?"
Andre sighed and said via voice: "Don't mention it. Most of the alchemists in our alchemy room were tricked and abducted by Tiandu City. Some of them even used coercive means to capture the alchemists. They asked us to do Their alchemy slaves have been making alchemy for them for generations.”
Speaking of this, Andre became very angry. In other sects, alchemists like them were respected as ancestors, but when they got here, they became alchemy slaves. It was simply unreasonable!
"Well, why don't we rebel and fuck them! Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance."
Wang Dachun's eyes flickered. It seemed that this Tiandu City was indeed not a good thing. These alchemists were so oppressed. See if you could instigate rebellion against them. It would be best if you could use them for the Emperor Realm Academy.
"Rebellion? How is that possible! There are simply not enough people like us to fill the gap between people's teeth. Hey, little brother, let's make peace with it now that we have come, and let's make alchemy in the future." Andre glanced at Wang Dachun sympathetically. He was not much older than Wang Dachun when he was young, but now he has been trapped here for thousands of years.
"How many alchemists do we have here?" Wang Dachun asked.
Andre said: "There are about two thousand alchemists, and if you include the alchemy boys, there are five or six thousand. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I just asked."
Wang Dachun's mind was spinning, and he was planning to rescue these alchemists and then make alchemy for Imperial College. After all, what the college lacked most was these technical talents.
